Another day your package is late marks another day you are left unsatisfied in quarantine. Ironically, the start of lockdown was blissful, sex-wise. Staying home whilst putting a hold on both of your jobs gave the perfect excuse for you and Niall to pleasure one another and release all the pent-up stress. And it continued for weeks, which led to the two of you building quite the stamina between the bedsheets.
As of now, though, the sex has reached a rapid decline due to Niall's new work from home situation. After not being nominated or congratulated with any major titles during the year, your boyfriend was determined to focus his attention back on his writing, at least a little bit. The constant distractor was that Niall's dick no longer attending to fulfilling you daily had you resorting to buying a toy...or four. Perhaps it was a sign from the universe that nothing could satisfy you as greatly as Niall's cock could, or just bad karma that granted you the message your package has gotten lost in transit and will arrive several days later than anticipated.
Needless to say, that unfortunate email left you more frustrated than before and in need of some stimulation. As the day progressed, the rising meter of tension inside of you only reached new highs. It was not until Niall seated himself on the other side of the couch, notebook in hand, that your well-maintained facade combusted.
He was teasing you, you were certain. What other reason would he decide to skip his regular shave and leave visible stubble for your eyes to perceive at their leisure? Just the thought of his dark scruff marking the inside of your thighs made you bring your legs closer together. He also sat bare-chested and in sweatpants. This was nothing out of the ordinary for his indoor attire but seeing as it was the same clothes he had been donning himself with these past few months, it only encouraged your promiscuous thoughts,
"Ni," You murmur, poking his cotton-clad thigh with your bare foot, He hummed, peeking his head up to catch sight of your figure. You swore his eyes held the same darkness they did in the bedroom, but there was a good chance your mind was playing tricks on you now.
"Can we please go spend some time with each other? Alone?" Desperation and hope were drowning you, alongside the building wetness in your panties. But both seemed to deflate immediately when Niall elicited a sigh.
"I'm sorry petal, there's just this melody I can't seem to leave alone yet. Give me a few hours and I promise--"
"A few hours?" You whine, slipping your bottom lip outward to form a pout. "Niall, please, I can't wait that long."
"Then go take care of yourself. I know you know how." He replies with an amused smirk.
"No, I need you, Ni. Please," Your whines morphed into whimpers, which in turn, morphed Niall's smirk into a gratified smile.
"You really can't get off without me anymore huh?" He sinks his teeth into his bottom lip while his eyes make a full trail up and down your horny presence. "Alright," he pats his thigh over the sweatpants covering them, "hop on."
"Huh?"
"If you need to cum that badly you can fuck yourself on m' leg. Chop chop," he orders, patting the same thigh a few more times. It was a sexual endeavor neither of you has attempted before today. But judging by Niall's eager instructions to straddle his one leg, and the slick growing rapidly between your legs, it was something the two of you were all too excited to perform.
After stripping yourself down to your undergarments, and then bare after Niall's demand of "those too," you carefully shuffled in front of him and set your naked core against the material of his sweatpants. What should have been a shaky breath upon settling there turned into a hybrid squeal of surprise and moan of pleasure as Niall took the lead and bounced his leg up and down. Moments later his pale skin was introduced to your nails latching onto his biceps for dear life and he accepted the feeling with a low chuckle.
"I need to get back to work, but you have fun." He delivers you a fond smile, before turning his attention back to his notebook. Your initial reaction would be to elicit a few more whines, but you decided to be grateful that he was at least giving you something. Even if that something is his thigh.
You obeyed his direction to "have fun", and were soon found grinding your body back and forth against the cloth on his leg. The stiff muscle staying firm against your naked mound only contributed to your pleasure, which introduced itself to Niall's ears through every moan. Each time your swollen clit received a particularly nice stimulation from the action, your lips couldn't help but wobble in a cry. Niall tried appearing as though the lyrics written on the page intrigued him, but his pupils struggled not to flick over and study your hardened nipples instead.
"Niall, fuck." After a couple more moans featuring his name, a ravenous growl finally left his throat. A small thump, which you could only assume to be Niall's journal against the floor was heard, before his calloused hands took purchase against your hips, now controlling the tempo of every movement.
"God, you make such pretty noises. You like ridin' on my thigh like a good girl?" His words sounded like gibberish to you in your erotic haze but still fulfilled their purpose in spurring on your movements. Arching your back allowed Niall the perfect view of your nipples, and therefore, the perfect opportunity to bring his head down and take one into his mouth.
After a sharp intake of breath, you sped up the constant roll of your hips as his tongue continued flicking your nipple. Moans and whimpers of all octaves were elicited while he worshipped your chest, ensuring to leave small marks in his wake. Even if it was only the two of you who saw them, a reminder of who made you reach highs you never dreamt possible is always appreciated. His mouth traveled to your other nipple, sucking it into his mouth and humming against it, introducing your body to sweet vibrations.
"Ni-Niall, I--" You stuttered, as your hands changed their position against his scalp, gripping his tendrils.
"Yeah, you gonna come for me, petal?" He murmurs, removing his face from between your chest and staring up into your eyes. While being lost in his dark blue irises, Niall sneaks a hand to your clit. The sudden intrusion of his fingertips against it left you breathless, and nearly red as he began rubbing furious circles against it. The two of you were panting from the delectable sight of each other. As the knots within you were near unraveling, Niall's lips came up to your ear and huskily whispered. "Do it. Be a good girl. Cum for me."
A strangled cry clawed its way out of your throat. Simultaneously, tremors of pleasure wracked your body as the cool sweat prickled your skin. It took a few moments for Niall's hands to maneuver your contented figure off of his thigh. When you were completely off of him, your previous seat of his sweatpants displayed a small wet patch.
"God," Niall moans, examining the spot wafting your aroma. He slides a hand beneath his pants to palm his hardened cock, "how long until your package comes? We gotta do that again."
