Strings and Schemes

Chapter 10

His hands skim my sides, barely there, teasing. "Tell me what you want." His voice is low, almost a dare.

My breath hitches. My fingers trail up his chest, my nails grazing lightly.

"More."

He smirks. "I thought so."

Zayn understands exactly what I mean. He places his palms against mine, feeling the gentle caress of my skin, my wrists, as his touch sends a ripple of goosebumps across my arms. He smiles, "Have you ever stopped to admire someone before everyone else?" he asks.

I pause, lost in the sensation of his touch. What should have been a second turns into a moment longer as his hands drift to my biceps, gliding over my shoulders, before tracing slow, soft patterns along my neck.

I exhale shakily, shaking my head. It's the only answer I can give before getting lost in his eyes again. Slowly, he lowers his hands to my chest, a slow, teasing smile pulling at his lips as his touch intensifies, gently massaging. His eyes flick between my chest and my face, a knowing smile tugging at his lips as he watches my reactions. My head falls back in pleasure, and he uses his free hand to gently tug me back to face him.

"Eyes on me," he murmurs, his voice low and commanding. "I want to see what I'm truly doing to you."

I nod, my breath catching in my throat.

He smiles and kisses me, and I kiss him back, pushing forward so every inch of our bodies is connected. The slickness between us is palpable, his moan vibrating through me as he grinds against me, creating friction that pulls a soft gasp from my lips. He pulls back, just enough to put his finger in his mouth, keeping his eyes locked on mine. Slowly, he reaches for me, circling the opening with his middle finger a few times, my body aching for more. I nod in encouragement, my need for him growing stronger with each slow movement.

He watches me intently, his finger catching my clit with the perfect pressure before moving back to circle me again, before pushing deep inside. My breath hitches, and I feel his other hand snake up my shoulder, gently holding my neck as if to keep me grounded, his gaze never leaving my face.

He grins as he picks up the pace, my hands instinctively pressing against his chest for support as I feel myself climbing higher, teetering on the edge of something blissful. My body starts to instinctively slow him down with shallow breaths, trying to control the overwhelming sensations. I can't hold back anymore, and I kiss him with urgency, all my desire for him pouring into that kiss. He obliges, deepening the kiss, fully giving in as I grind into his hand.

"What do you want?" he murmurs against my lips, his voice thick with desire.

"More, please," I manage to whisper, my words coming out broken. He responds by adding a second finger, sliding in with just the right pressure, and I moan in warning.

"Zayn," I gasp, my voice trembling. "You have to stop if you're not going to go any further tonight. I can't—" I cut myself off, shaking my head. "I'm so close. It hurts."

"Let it hurt a little longer. I promise, it'll be worth it," he breathes, his voice full of assurance.

My heart races—how does he know me so well already? How does he know exactly what I need?

I nod, licking my lips, the heat between us almost unbearable. He continues his slow, teasing movements, each one sending shockwaves through my body until his voice breaks through again.

"Touch yourself," he orders, pulling out of me. His fingers glisten with my slickness as he watches me, waiting for me to obey.

"Make yourself come for me."

I freeze for a moment, the intensity of his command sinking in. "You've never let someone watch you touch yourself like this?" he asks,

My voice barely a whisper, "No," I answer, my throat dry. 

"Show me how to make you feel good."

He pulls my hand up to his mouth, gently sucking on the pads of my fingers before coating them with his saliva. His gaze never leaves mine as he orders, "Show me, Raina."

Taking a deep breath, I find the courage to slowly move my hand down, pressing my middle finger against my clit in a steady rhythm, matching the beat of the music overhead. He watches closely, his eyes fixed on me, his every breath shallow as he sees me getting closer to the edge.

"Don't stop," he commands softly, "I want to see you come undone for me."

I nod, my chest heaving as I press harder, moving in varying circles around my clit, gasping as I feel the pressure building. His eyes lock onto mine, his gaze intense. He raises an eyebrow, and a smirk tugs at his lips. I lose control, my body trembling with release, a series of pants and moans escaping me. As I ride out the wave, he hovers over me, his fingers slipping back inside, coaxing the last of my orgasm from my body.

I kiss him desperately as he pulls his fingers from me, his eyes locking onto mine in a way no one ever has before. He smiles, burying his face in my neck, his breathing heavy.

"Show me what you do," I whisper.

He seems taken aback by my request, but he pulls away from me, offering me a front-row seat to watch him. When he's close, I crawl between his legs, kissing up his body, until I reach his cock. I take him in my mouth, slowly, savoring every inch of him, my eyes never leaving his.

"Raina," he moans, a deep, guttural sound that sends a thrill through me. I smile, swirling my tongue along his shaft, varying the pressure as I watch him writhe beneath me.

His grip tightens on the sheets, his breath ragged. "God, that's..."

I pull back, replacing my mouth with my hands, one moving up and the other down. He watches me intently, his eyes locked with mine, nodding as his breath quickens.

"Come undone for me, Z," I say softly.

His eyes widen, his body tensing, and a low moan spills from his lips as he releases between us. He breathes heavily, grabbing a baby wipe from the nightstand and cleaning up the mess we've made.

"That was unreal," he breathes.

I nod in agreement, my head spinning. "I've never felt anything like that in my life."

He smiles at me, his gaze soft. "Let me know you, Raina."

A part of me wants to run, to hide. Did he just use sex to convince me to open up to him? Is this what he's after?

"All I want to do is make you feel that good all the time," he says, his voice sincere.

"Why me?" I murmur.

"No, none of that 'I'm not good enough' stuff with me, luv," he says, his Bradford accent slipping out, the affection in his words clear.

"I just mean," I pause, "why invest in something more complicated than just orgasms?"

Because I've had easy. I've had uncomplicated. And all I wanted—all I've ever wanted—was for someone to shake my world up in the best way possible."

He exhales, brushing a thumb over my jaw, voice softer now.

"Complicate my life, Raina. I can take it."

I swallow hard, my heartbeat hammering against my ribs. He's asking for something I'm not sure I know how to give. But I want to. God, do I want to.