Arrest Me (Mature ZM)

Chapter 38

Zayn walked in a few minutes later and my eyes widened when I saw him. He had a large smirk on his face as he walked towards me. He was wearing only his boxer briefs that hugged his body tightly. His taut muscles moved as he walked and I found myself getting wetter with each step closer to me. "Ready for your massage?"

"F.uck yeah," I smiled and Zayn pulled the blanket off.

"Flip over," He said calmly and I did as he asked. His hands went under my shirt and rubbed my shoulders slowly before slowly lifting my shirt up. "Ugh, do you have to be wearing that underwear?" He moaned in reference to the black lace I was wearing. I giggled and turned my head to look at him. He straddled my body and slowly started working on my shoulders.

His hands expertly worked at my sore muscles and I couldn't help but let out a few moans. His hands slowly moved down to my back and he started massaging down there. After twenty minutes, he spun me over and covered up my chest. "Don't want to be distracted?"

"Shut up, I'm already holding back," He chuckled and started massaging my arms slowly. He worked my left arm for a while and then switched to my right arm. "Where else?" He asked when he was done.

"Hmm...my stomach," I smiled and he went to work on my stomach. He made sure to never go too low or too high because he needed to control himself. His face had a look over concentration on and I couldn't help but think he looked extremely sexy. I quickly took my shirt that he had placed over my chest off and tossed it across the room.

"Ava..." Zayn warned and started to get up but I grabbed his manhood through his underwear and he stopped in his tracks. "We can't." I ignored him and continued feeling his length. It grew quickly under my touch and I looked up to see his breathing heavily and staring down at me. "Stop." He groaned and pulled away. He immediately climbed off of the couch and walked away.

I chuckled and followed after him. I climbed upstairs and saw Zayn lying on the bed with his eyes shut. His hand was stroking his length quickly. "Zayn..." I said softly and walked towards him. He opened his eyes and grunted a little. I climbed on the bed and put my hand over his. "Let me."

"Baby..." Zayn grunted and shook his head.

"Moving my hand up and down your cock won't hurt my head," I chuckled and pushed his hand off before stroking him. He was immediately moaning louder than before and was staring at me. His hands clenched the sheets as I swirled my tongue over his tip slowly. My lips surrounded his head and he released in my mouth instantly. His come coated my mouth and I swallowed before climbing on him.

I was surprised when he came so quickly in my mouth. I guess my teasing had really been torturing him.

"F.uck," He groaned and pulled my body on his. "Damn, baby. I can't help but come when I think of you."

"Think of me?" I smirked and he nodded.

"You're all I think about. It's a surprise I'm not hard all the time," He groaned and kissed my lips softly. I giggled and kissed him back. "I want to eat you out, but I'm not sure if an orgasm will hurt your head."

"I'll google it later," I smiled and sat up. "Dinner time." I climbed off of him and walked down to the living room. I pulled my shirt on that I had taken off and then walked into the kitchen.

"Do you need help?" Zayn asked from behind me.

"No, you go and watch TV," I smiled sweetly at him and he kissed my cheek. I went on Zayn's computer and found a recipe for a pasta dish with sausage, onions, and red peppers. I looked through the refrigerator and found everything I needed so I started cooking.

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The next morning I woke up to Zayn placing soft kisses on my shoulders. "I have to get ready for work, darling."