23. Annie #2
I know he’s asking me to make the next move, to take the next step.
Even though he might seem like a grumpy asshole to everyone else on the planet, he’s turning out to be the opposite in the comfort of our home.
Our home . Here, he is soft, encouraging, flirtatious, and supportive, but still commanding when it matters. Like now.
Our relationship may have started fake, as something neither of us wanted, but we’ve crossed the line into reality, and there’s no going back.
I take my shirt off and throw it behind me.
Zayn lets out a hiss before dipping his head down to take my breast in his mouth. “You weren’t wearing a bra under this shirt all night.”
My head falls back, my eyes close, and I let out a low moan.
“What to do with you...” Zayn trails off, his lips enveloping my other breast while a hand comes to pinch the other nipple.
“God, Z.”
“Only me, Princess.”
“Fuck me,” I hiss as Zayn bites my nipple, then uses his tongue to soothe the pain.
“Is that a request?” His lips move up my body, pressing small kisses everywhere: my breast, my collarbone, my neck, my jaw.
My hips move slowly as I nod.
“Words, Annie. I need you to use your words and tell me yes.”
“You’re the worst, do you know that?” I tease, getting an eye-roll from him.
“Consent is necessary for what I’m about to do to you.”
“And what might that be?” I tease again, moving my hips at a more deliberate pace, enjoying the grumbles and growls and hisses that leave his mouth.
A tug on my hair is all it takes for me to shut up, to remember who I’m with.
“Just say yes, Princess.” He presses his lips onto my exposed neck, biting and sucking, until I’m left with no other option.
“Yes,” I say, the word more of a moan more than anything.
“Fucking finally.”
He lets go of my hair, moving both hands to cup my ass. I’ve never been the type to let someone pick me up, but this time, I don’t give it a second thought. I would not let go of this man.
“Do you know how long I’ve wanted this?” Zayn whispers into my ear.
“Since you chased me on the beach?” It’s a good guess, one of the first moments I felt his barrier truly come down.
He shakes his head. “When you gave that damn PowerPoint presentation, wearing that fucking dress to tease me.”
“I did not wear that dress for you,” I stammer too quickly, giving myself away.
“You wore that dress for me, and I wanted to tear it off and fuck you over your desk.”
“I wouldn’t have let you. I didn’t like you, remember?”
He tosses me on the mattress when we make it to his bedroom. The minute my back touches the bed, Zayn climbs on top of me. He takes the hem of my pants and pulls down, revealing the lace I wore for him.
His head drops and shakes as a small chuckle leaves his mouth. He leans down and presses kisses where the band of the lace meets my skin, taking it in his fingers and pulling them down with my pants.
“Do you like me now?” Zayn stares at me, his head positioned in between my knees, his hands on either side.
“Maybe a little bit. Do you like me?”
Zayn pinches my side and I yelp, trying to wriggle out from under him, but he pins my legs down hard.
“I like you so much I don’t know what to do with all these feelings. It’s overwhelming .”
I want to know if he will still feel that way in the morning, if he will still want me to remain his. When he gets a reminder that none of this should be real and our deadline is coming quickly, what then?
“Stop thinking so hard and enjoy this.” Zayn’s voice rumbles against my inner thigh.
“Hard to enjoy this when nothing is—” I’m cut off by my own moan. Zayn’s lips find my center, his tongue darting out to draw circles around my clit.
“What was that?” He removes his mouth, which has me whimpering for more.
With my right hand, I tug on his hair downward.
“As my princess wishes.” He trails off, bringing his mouth back to where I need relief the most. I don’t even have the energy to laugh at how often he’s using my nickname or the fact that he’s literally on his knees for me.
Zayn doesn’t let up. He increases his pressure when he notices my breath hitching, switches his movements when he notices my hips move a certain direction.
He’s always noticing.
“I need more,” I whisper, digging my fingers into his hair, grasping for him to be closer, not caring what he thinks of me, of this.
He inserts one finger, then another, into my folds.
He starts by pushing them in slowly, unbearably slow, to the point where I’m about to tell him I need more yet again, but then he pushes them all the way in.
Hard. When he pulls them back out, he drives them in again.
Over and over, until my back is arching and I don’t know how much more I can take.
“Come for me, Annie, you’re such a good girl. Look at you.”
That’s all it takes to have me coming undone. My moan echoes through the room, bouncing off the wall and reverberating back into me. Zayn slows his hands and tongue to match my breathing.
“Oh, shit, I’m sorry,” I say. My fingers loosen on his hair as I realize I was holding him extra tight, harder than I should have.
“Don’t be.”
I can’t hide my smile as Zayn trails his mouth up by body to meet mine.
When our lips collide and I taste myself, I moan, again. God, what is this man doing to me?
“Every time I think I have you figured out, you surprise me.” His stubble brushes against my chin as he kisses my jaw, my chin, my mouth. It’s as if he’s also savoring this moment, this little bubble that we are in.
“I’m a woman of wonders, what can I say?
” I tease, knowing it’s a default response to hide how I actually feel.
I want to tell him I’m scared. I don’t know what’s going on, what this is, what will happen, and it terrifies me.
I don’t want to ruin our evening though, not when it’s going so perfectly.
Luckily, Zayn chuckles. Not being able to read my mind is a plus.
“Are you sure about this? You can tell me no and we can stop now. I wouldn’t mind.”
“I’m sure.”
“Let me grab a condom.” He presses a light kiss to my cheek before sauntering off to fetch it.
“That’s not a convenient location to have those stored,” I yell to him as he fumbles through drawers in the bathroom down the hall.
“I haven’t needed them,” Zayn says as he comes back to the bed.
“You haven’t—” I start, but Zayn cuts me off.
“I haven’t been with someone in over a year. I haven’t let anyone get close to me. No one.”
“Why me?” I ask before thinking. His shoulders tense. I shouldn’t have asked; I don’t want to come across as needy. But after being chosen second for my entire life with my own mother and her fling of the week and then Dan, it means something to have someone choose me.
“Why you?” he asks, his shoulders relaxing, thankfully.
I nod.
“God, Annie, is it not obvious?” Zayn opens the condom and rolls it over his length.
“You showed up, over and over. You continued to be there for me. Not giving a damn about my attitude. Not asking questions about my past. Giving me the attitude and sass you keep tampered down.” He takes this time to rub his cock up and down my center, teasing me.
I let out a soft whimper, both because I need him and because I desperately want him.
“Fuck. You’re amazing and you don’t even know it. ”
He slams his entire length into me, and I scream. It’s the kind of scream where I’m surprised, shocked, and all my sensors are going off at once, blinking and telling me there’s an error somewhere, because this shouldn’t feel this good.
“Fuck, Zayn.”
“That’s right Princess, say my name.”
I reach a hand down to press on my clit when one of Zayn’s hands slaps it away.
“Mine.” And then a finger finds its place where I want it, slowly circling as he thrusts. “ You’re mine .”
Our breathing becomes ragged. My fingers scratch at his back to pull him closer, and I can feel myself about to orgasm again. I’ve never had this happen.
“Come with me, Annie,” Zayn rasps.
My entire body reams in pleasure, and I’m having trouble coming to terms with what’s happening right now.
“Annie, with me.”
With more pressure from his finger and an increase in pace from his thrusting, I come like he asks. He captures my moan in a kiss, tangling our tongues together in a slow pace to match our breathing coming down from the high.
“That was...” Zayn starts to say, the biggest smile I’ve seen from him plastered on his face.
“Incredible.”