Niall Horan Imagines

Ego- Part 2

"Are you ready to go, then?" You asked, when you were finally done.

Niall immediately jumped up from his seat and you furrowed your eyebrows at him. He cleared his throat and tried to be a little more graceful while taking your hand and helping you out of your seat. He held your hand all the way to the front, where the valet guy returned Niall's car and keys. After paying for the parking, Niall hopped into his car and this time, turned some soft music on as he drove through the night.

But then the song changed and you felt the atmosphere changing, too. Niall glanced at you from the corner of his eyes and your body tensed when you heard the first few piano notes and the series of 'whoa, yeah's' flowing through the speakers. The bass in his car was amazing and it was like you could feel it pulsating through you. God, this wasn't a good time for this song. You let out a sigh as the song continued, and the lyrics consumed you.

Take off those heels, lay on my bed

Whisper dirty secrets while I'm pulling on your hair

Niall drummed his fingers on the steering wheel. His eyes darted to you for a moment and your head was rolled back, your eyes gently closed. He wanted to do something, say something... but he was driving. Plus, he hadn't done this for quite some time now and in a way, he kind of felt like a virgin all over again.

Poison in our veins, but we don't even care

Candles dripping on your body, baby this ain't truth or dare

Everybody wonders where we run off to

This got Niall thinking. 'I'll light some candles. Yeah, that's pretty romantic, isn't it? Good thinking, Niall.' He shifted a little in his seat, starting to feel a bit uncomfortable in his pants. He didn't want to torture himself this way, but at the same time, he couldn't bring himself to change the song.

My body on your body, baby sticking like some glue

Naughty, let's get naughty, girl it's only one or two

The fever's fuckin' running, feel the heat between us two.

"Niall," You hummed, without opening your eyes. Niall swallowed hard. Your voice was intoxicating to him.

"Hm?" He mumbled, switching his gaze between you and the road.

I'm gon' ride, I'm gon' ride

I'm gon' ride, I'm, I'm gon' ride on you baby

On you lady, all night, all night.

You smiled a little and turned your head so that you were staring at him from the side. Peeling your eyes open, you whispered, "What's your dirtiest fantasy? The dirtiest thing you've thought about but never got the chance to live out?" You leaned forward so that he could clearly see down the front of your dress if he was looking, and whispered, "Tell me what you think about, baby."

Niall was not okay. He was beyond sexually frustrated. In fact, he was now beginning to feel desperate for release. "Shit..." Niall breathed, gripping the steering wheel a little tighter. But he didn't answer your question, and you were looking for an answer.