Niall.
I was lucky enough to end up in Zayn's class for the rest of today. Our English class got merged, as did our P.E class and then it had a free period... Which I spent the whole forty five minutes with Zayn
I had to admit I felt like a baby, telling Zayn I needed him and always crying. I realised how much of a freak I was when told him about everything I'd gotten therapy for.
Right now though... We were making out. I know we did it a lot but it honestly comforted me. This time round it was a whole lot slower. This snog was more passionate and loving that two people kissing on their wedding day
I'd never kissed so slow or soft before, it was new to me but... I never wanted to stop"
Zayn's tongue stroked mine, binding itself around me as I sat in his lap.
Zayn moaned softly, making me go hard in a second. Zayn smiled when he felt my boner against him and he cupped my lower region in his palm, massaging it as we kissed
"I missed you again" Zayn mumured
"I missed you more" I untucked my legs from under me and put them round Zayn's body.
We may have been in the same class but that didn't mean we were paired for any projects or sat together... Majority of today we got glimpses of each other while we studied for a test that's on next week
Zayn lay back onto his bed, letting me take top. My body knelt over his as I rubbed my own hips and and down his. Zayn moaned, his fingers weaving into my hair.
My rubbing was small and really really slow. Zayn told me earlier what he liked and I knew that rubbed wise, he liked to be inside something... Wether it was through clothing or not
I began to unbutton Zayn's shirt, sliding the sleeved off him and tossing it aside. I sat up, my legs still on either side of him as I tugged my tank top over my head. Zayn gasped as I crushed our lips back... For once in my life I felt like I wanted intimacy, I wanted to be touched... I had to let Zayn know that though
"Do it" I gasped as he flipped me under me "touch me... Please touch me"
"No baby"
"I want you" I moaned into his mouth "I'm pulsing Zayn... Touch me, I'm begging you"
"P-pulsing?" Zayn stuttered
I wasn't lying. It felt like there was some kind of heartbeat going on down there... That's how hormonal I was right now. It was so strange for me to even get hormonal but this... What Zayn was doing was working me up
"You've touched a boy before... I know you have" I said "so touch me"
"I don't want you to squeal again"
"I won't because I'm not scared" I caressed his cheek "I'm horny as shit though"
"No sex?"
"No sex" I shook my head
"Aww" Zayn pouted
"In time... We can" I nodded
Zayn smiled and began sliding down my jeans till my V lines came into view. My body was on fire, my skin was burning when Zayn touched my skin, each one of his touches seeming to mark me.
Zayn undid my pants before he slid his hand between my legs, massaging me through a much smaller piece of material.
I drew in a sharp breath, arching my back underneath him
"Touch me properly" I pleaded "I want to fe your hand"
Zayn continued palming me for a little while and when I felt a moan build up his handles away and began slipped down the front of my boxers.
He brushed his finger through my hairs, tugging them back before dragging his fingers all the way through again.
So close... He was so close to my dick. His hand wrapped around me, making my eyes roll back in a second.
Zayn's hand moved up and down me, making my legs tighten. Zayn's thumb pressed against my tip, making me moan against his moan.
Zayn shuddered at my moan, moaning back in response
"More" I begged "please Zayn... Don't be gentle"
"I have to be you idiot" Zayn laughed bumping noses with me "otherwise this will hurt you... A lot more than it's going to anyway"
"What?"
"You've never been touched" Zayn purred "so this will hurt tomorrow"
"But I don't care" I purred back "because I'm going to touch myself starting from tomorrow"
Zayn began to move his hand as he kissed me again. His hand sped up every now an again and I felt my stomach coil
"Uh... Zayn" my breath came out weird and more like a push in pull out that seemed to have rhythm to it
"Sh" Zayn kissed me some more "that just means you're going to cum"
"Cum?" My eyes shot open
"No, no that's not a bad thing" Zayn assured me "I promise"
I nodded scared... Was he actually going to keep his hand in there while I had an orgasm? Mine were so fucking messy... I've had wet dreams before and they never ended well. I don't know how many times I've soaked through my boxers and my pants as well as my sheets.
I felt the coil become tighter and tighter till I couldn't take it. My face screwed up and I orgasmed
"Holy shit" Zayn groaned with his hands still down there "there's so much"
"Stop" I flinched as Zayn kept up his movements "Zayn... Ow"
"Just till you're done" Zayn whispered, letting me wet myself
"I new to get off the bed" I said
"No" Zayn pinned me down "you can wet the sheets... That's so much better"
Was he crazy? How are sperm covered sheets good? I began to moan again as Zayn kept on going... Why wasn't it hurting now?
Oh god... This boy was putting me into another world. I wanted him to keep touching me... I wanted to feel him some more.
"Want me to keep going?" Zayn asked
"Yes" I whimpered "don't stop"
Zayn continue pumping. He drew back my skin and my entire body clamped. I began to shudder, pleasure overwhelming me
"Zayn" I panted
"I know" Zayn answered "but just feel this"
As he sped up several more shudders made me feel light headed. My eyes slammed shut and I began to become a whole lot more vocal than I'd ever thought possible
"Ah... Zayn" I panted
I continued taking what sounded like I was saying what sound the letter a said, making the end sound a little like a high pitched question
"Once more" Zayn then pushed the top of his thumb onto the slit making me cry out
The moment he took out his hand my entire body relaxed.
"Nice?" Zayn asked laughing
"Everyday I'm here... You're doing that to me" I nodded
"You're quite easy sweetie" Zayn pecked my lips "it's a bummer... I could have gone on forever"
"What?" I asked "you can go longer?"
"So much longer" he wiggled his eyebrows
"Damn you" I glared
"But I could never have an orgasm like that" he taunted "that's amazing"
My cheeks heated and I then remember how bad my orgasms really were
"I think... I think I soaked myself" I stuttered, only going redder
"Good" Zayn pushed me back down, licking up my neck "I want you wet... So nice an wet"
"What?" I squeaked
"Oh come on Niall" Zayn purred "don't tell me you don't want me"
"Why do you want me wet?" I asked
"So I can fuck you nice and dry" He growled, beginning to slide off my pants
I grabbed the top, not wanting them off
"Baby?" Zayn asked worriedly "what's wrong?"
"Not today" I mumbled "I-I don't know how bad it is"
"It's not bad Niall, it's natural" Zayn rolled his eyes
"I-I know but J just... I..." And I began to heat up again, to embarrassed to say why I wanted to keep them
"I have spare boxers if you'd like" Zayn laughed at my stubbornness "then we can get back to this"
I nodded "better idea" I murmured
Zayn got off me and passed me a pastor of black Kelvin Kleins. I took them from him and went to the bathroom. I was a little scared to take off my boxers but I knew that I had to and if I wet Zayn's boxers... He would not be happy with me. I needed to start bringing my own.
I pulled off my jeans and then my boxers cringing at the sight... I felt like I was going to be sick. I chucked them out and struggled a little with cleaning myself up but I managed.
I put on the boxers Zayn had given me and my god they were tight at the front. They were really hot boxers though... I wonder what Zayn looked like in them
As I left the bathroom I felt my heart jump out of my chest... Zayn was in his boxers. Looking like absolute sex.
The blushe was huge, it was making me hot... Oh god... It was making me hot, what the hell was wrong with me
"What took so long?" Zayn purred
"I-I uh... I..." I gulped unable to speak
"What's wrong baby?" Zayn smirked "cat got your tongue"
"Dick... Actually" I confessed
"Oh really?" He stood up and began walking toward me
I shut my eyes. I shouldn't be doing this... I couldn't. I've been with Zayn a day and a half, he's already touched me, we've already made out... Mum would kill me if she found out that I had a boyfriend
"Ni" Zayn taunted lifting my chin
"I'm sorry" I opened up my eyes as they filled up with tears
"What?" Zayn began to look worried again "what's the matter?"
"I shouldn't be doing this" I began to collect my clothes "I shouldn't have let you touch me... I'm so sorry"
"No, it's okay" Zayn smiled "I had fun"
"Zayn I... I can't be doing things with you" I said quietly
"What?" He looked incredibly offended "why?"
"My parents would kill me of they found out I actually got a boyfriend" I explained "and they're so Christian... It'd be a sin doing anything more"
"It's sinning for me too... You know that right?" Zayn asked
"I can't" tears began to fall from my eyes "but I want to, I want to so fucking badly but I can't because it's against my values-"
"Your parent's values" he corrected me
"I love you" I cried "I promise that I do... I just can't keep giving in to this temptation, because I'm going to do something dumb"
"I can give you time to think baby" Zayn smiled "just have a talk with your mum"
"She'll kill me" I shook my head
"I can be there" Zayn offered "so you feel safer and whatever you can't say Ni... I can say it for you"
"Do you mean that?" I asked
"I'd do anything to see you smile" Zayn pecked my lips "even if it means it involves telling your parents about who I am"
"I'm sorry I didn't tell them already" I apologised "I tried to after I went home yesterday but I just... My words..."
"They stopped" Zayn finished me off
"Yeah" I began to blush
"Do you want to go now?" Zayn asked
"Yes please" I nodded
"Put your clothes on then" Zayn smiled, kissing my lips once "then we can go"
