The Dirty Little Game

The First Move

The game went on for about an hour, with questions that were hilarious and borderline inappropriate. Everyone had a ball and eventually the game died down. After a while, Harry and I went to bed, leaving only Niall and Anna still awake.

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Niall announced that he was going to bed, which of course brought in appropriate thoughts to Annabelle's mind. Their bedrooms were on the same floor, both at one end of the hall while Louis and Eleanor's were on the other.

They walked upstairs together and went into their seperation rooms. He grabbed an old t shirt and put it on and took off his pants, leaving him in boxers. Annabelle grabbed the sexiest bra she could find and a low cut tank top and put them on. She decided not to wear panties and pulled up a low cut pair of sweatpants before walking to Niall's room.

She opened the door and walked the the door of the bathroom connected to his room. He had just brushed his teeth and was slightly shocked to see her standing there.

She walked over to him, with a false look of innocence plastered on her pretty features. "Niall," she said, looking into his bright blue eyes. She looked at him for a moment before bringing her lips to his.

He pulled back tentatively. "What was that for?" he asked.

She looked up at him with wide eyes. "I have needs," she told him, hands wandering to his stomach. They began to work their way down as she said, "I don't have anyone else to help me with them." Her hand found his crotch and a slightly hardened member. "Fuck me, Niall," she whispered, palming him.

He let out a low groan. As he looked her up and down, a near irresistible urge to rip her clothes off and pound into her overtook him. He couldn't help it, she was one of the sexiest women he had ever seen. Even standing here in a tank top and sweatpants, she was absolutely breathtaking. Of course, it helped that her tank top was cut so he could see a fair bit of cleavage and her huge round breasts along with sweatpants that threatened to fall off her hips because they were so low.

She kissed him again, tougher this time, and he didn't pull away. Instead, he cradled her jaw and traced his tongue around her plump lips, begging for entrance. She allowed it and worked his shirt off, leaving him in boxers.

She took the tight fitted top off to reveal a lacy white bra, at which her impressive breasts looked as though they were about to pop out of. She reached back and unclipped the bra, letting her titties go.

He sucked on one nipple, causing it to become plump. She moaned, tangling her fingers in his hair. A hand wandered into his pants, rubbing him against her smooth palms.

Her pants came off and she felt his hand to her core. She grinded herself into his palm, voicing a loud moan. "Fuck, Niall," her tone came out raspy and needy. "Finger fuck me."

He obeyed, slipping a finger into her pussy, tapping rhythmically on her g spot. She let out a gasp as he massaged her clitoris simultaneously, sending explosions of pleasure throughout her body.

He yanked the sweatpants down to reveal she was not wearing underwear. "No panties?" he asked.

"I came prepared," she said, finshed by a gasp at the sudden contact he resumed with his fingers. "Stop, I don't want to cum yet," she said, pulling his hand away.

She yanked his boxers down, instantly cupping his balls in her able hand. She licked his shaft before taking his entire length in her mouth and bobbing her head. She repeated the motion before letting him fuck her mouth with him hitting the back of her throat with every thrust.

She removed her mouth and looked at his fully-hardened length. He wasn't huge, but definitely big enough for her immediate needs.

"I want you to fuck me," she said breathily. He laid her on the bed and got on top of her, his tip at her entrance. Without warning he shoved into her, thrusting without stopping. Belle had already come close to orgasm once, so she knew she wasn't far off this time.

As her insides began to clench with each thrust, as well as his pelvis rubbing her clitoris with every motion, she felt a scream building in her throat. She locked her ankles around his hips and dug her nails into his back. To muffle the scream she but down on his collarbone as all the pressure that had been applied to her pussy exploded.

As she recovered from her orgasm, his thrusts became sloppier. "Where do you wanna cum?" she asked, grinding their hips together. "On my face?"

He nodded and slipped out of her. She followed and got on her knees in front of his as he jerked himself off. She waited until she heard him grunt and a stream of white cum landed on her cheek. Another on her forehead and another on her chin along with a few dots everywhere and he was done.

As he came down, she stood up. "We're doing this again, soon," she said, pulling her sweatpants up and her shirt over her head.

He grabbed her bra and held it up. "Keep it until next time," she said, leaving his room and walking down the hall to hers.