Strings and Schemes

Chapter 6

"No hiding," he sounds like pure sex, "I want to see it all."

My eyes roll back in my head, the mental fucking taking over as he moves slowly beneath me. I moan into his chest, as he runs a feather light touch down my spine.

I find myself wanting to fuck back sooner than I expected, growing needier by the second. Zayn cautions me against it, but I plant my mouth on his, kissing him in a way that only us two do, apparently. As I grind harder into him, and Louis picks up the pace to match.

I'm a sweaty ball of mess, and this feels so much better than I had ever fantasized.

"How's it feeling for you, Louis?" Zayn taunts.

"Oh my god, her ass is so tight." He grunts.

"She's so wet too, Louis. I think she's about to cum on my dick again," Zayn eyes me as he says it. I shake my head no as if I have any control over my capacities at the moment. I shake my head as if any of it is going to stop me from coming undone, yet again.

Zayn smiles at me, "be a good girl and come for me again, I want to feel you pulsating on me as you struggle to keep up."

I groan as if to combat anything he's said, but we both know its the truth as he reaches for my clit and presses on it ever so lightly in a pulsating motion that sends me over the edge yet again.

Louis groans and starts to chase his own orgasm as he speeds up and grabs for my hand, I happily oblige as Louis follows me into the paradise of petit-morts.

Louis pulls out, ensuring the condom is still on,, and kisses me quickly before heading downstairs to the bathroom. Zayn, however, is still inside of me, and hasn't even tried to chase his own orgasm after what feels like hours.

I hum against Zayn's chest happily as his tattooed arm strokes my back while he remains perfectly intact inside of me. I feel the sudden urge to get him to cum and start trying to grind against him, but he stops me. I feel my heart sink, is he rejecting me?

"Love, you must be exhausted," Zayn says, "I can't ask you to focus on getting me to cum. I have had the best time ever with you, I don't want you to make me cum because you feel guilty for enjoying yourself."

I stare at him gobsmacked. How is he able to read me so well?

He pulls out and rolls me off of him to the side so were nose to nose, he smiles lazily at me as he gently pulls the condom off of himself. Everything is so sensitive and sore I feel myself wince when he brushes against my pubic bone. Zayn smiles knowingly. "Let me do something for you, to soothe you, I know you must be so sensitive and hurting after all of that fuckery."

I nod my head, "I can't possibly ask you to do more for me after everything you've already done."

He smiles and catches my gaze, "you have no idea how happy I am to do it for someone who makes me feel like I'm normal and just Zayn."

I nod apprehensively as he reaches over my shoulder and grabs a glass of water to sip on, before he spreads my legs and breathes life into my core. Which is undoubtedly molten lava at this point in the night. Zayn looks up at me as he licks me with his cold tongue, soothing and sharp all at once.

"Oh my god, Zayn." I moan loudly as he gently licks and kisses my sore centre.

"Fuck, Raina. You taste—" he exhales, like he can't even find the words. "So fucking good."

He sips more water, gathering an ice cube in his mouth, and puts it in his cheek as he spreads me. Feeling slightly raw, I wince, but as soon as he starts his next sonata on my body I am all pants and moans as he licks me until my pain is gone and all that remains is a gentle tongue fucking me into oblivion yet again.

Zayn catches my eye, "Let me edge you to the point of no return, and then we'll smoke a joint and watch minions."

I giggle - actually giggle - I haven't felt this normal in the longest of times. I nod my head in agreement.

"I can't think of anything that sounds better." I admit genuinely.

Thirty minutes later, I am a sweaty mess begging him to put me out of the misery neither of us can solve, and he slows to a dull pace that relaxes me. He comes back up, kissing me firmly with a sparkle in his eye that makes me want to know everything about him. He puts his head on my chest and draws doodles of nothingness into my side as he reaches around himself to grab a pre-rolled joint, lighting it up. He offers me his hand as he grabs me a fresh bath robe, one that matches his, and we pad outside to see the sun start to rise in what I like to call blue dawn. He smiles as he offers me the joint, I inhale myself for the first time in what feels like forever, letting the buzz I feel from the weed up the buzz I feel from everything that's happened tonight. We can't stop staring at each other, with nothing left to say or do, but enjoy the silence that only a certain kind of peace can bring. Maybe its the fulfilling fantasies bit, or maybe its something else, but god does this ever feel so good.

Zayn rests his chin on my shoulder, arms draped lazily around my waist as we watch the sky shift from ink to pale blue. I take another drag from the joint, holding it in my lungs like I can keep this moment frozen in time.

"I don't know the last time I felt this normal," I murmur.

Zayn hums in agreement, squeezing my hand. "Maybe normal's overrated."

Maybe it is. But right now, it feels like everything I've ever wanted.