Devoted | Duplicity N.H

024

Noelle

The halls, for the most part, were silent after lights out. Barely anyone would be caught awake at this hour, both me and Niall were headed back to my place giggling once in a while clearly drunk.

The apartment hall would be empty for at least the next few hours,if not until 5 am?

I unlock the door heading in pulling Niall into the bedroom I sit back as he stand in the doorway.

It's quick when he approaches me, barely a blink and his arms are on either side of me, pressing into the bed - his entire form leaning over my space.

I smile lazily, barely moving. We were close enough as it is anyway - "what is it you have in mind I forgot already." I smirk

"Don't fucking tempt me, love"

"Show me" That's all it takes. Barely more than a nudge and Niall's grip is dragging me up the bed by my arms - teeth and tongue pressing into my mouth like he wants to eat me alive. Crawling himself over my body as we move upwards.

I feel the points bruise as he releases his grip, and my tongue burns like drinking hot coffee. I feel him shift above me and watch as he straddles me properly, a hand lingering on my chest - I couldn't sit up if I tried

"Who gave you permission to treat me like this?" I pout, but my eyes stare locked on his gaze as he takes me in. Drinking me like syrup. His eyes flick up to meet mine "You did, princess."

my mouth is occupied before I have a chance to respond, gentler than before. I feel his knees press firm against the sides of my thighs as one of his hands shifts to grope at my ass. I feel delighted as the groan rises from my throat, the hand on my upper chest shiming towards my breasts.

Niall is everywhere. He's too tall, and there's too much of him surrounding every sense I have. My arms instinctively run themselves over every scale on his back, rocking my hips upwards and he holds me still from moving.

I pull away from the kiss with confusion, before hearing Niall's chuckle."If you want something, baby. You'll have to beg for it."God I hate his smirk. And his eyes, you can see the way he's enjoying this.

Absolute prick that he is. I can feel my arousal weakening and my frustration grows the longer I look at him. Move my hips, and he's won. Beg, and he's won.

There's only one real answer to give. "Make me, then."It takes me too long to respond - we both know it.

"Fine, princess. Have it your way." he sits up, moving back so he has adjusted me on all fours taking down my jean shorts and top that are still covered in glitter in the process leaving me in my laced underwear and bra.

He climbs under and between my open legs. "I'm calling your bluff." He tugs off my underwear so that it's off my legs.

The outrage builds in my chest. I want to reach up and grab him by the shoulders, force him back onto me- and give me the friction I desires. But that isn't how the game is played. And it isn't what I want.

"If you don't want this the door is there, Niall. You can leave." I get more frustrated

"Come on now, Elle..." He gently caressed along my outer thigh with a hand, voice dripping like honey.

"We both know that's not what you want... I thought you were good with your words?" I practically whimper, gripping the sheets as Niall's hand roams towards my inner thigh, making small circles as he gently spread my legs

I feel his breath as he begins to press in against my thigh, trailing down small kisses with the barest hints of teeth, speaking into my skin.

"You asked me to come, in the middle of the night, so you could be spread on this bed and devoured like the whore you know you are." I shiver, the bolt of pride in my chest wavers, his mouth hovering hot air over my skin still in all fours while I was basically sitting on his face the thought of me riding his face crossed my mind.