When you stretch you feel the sting behind your eyelids and the soreness in your muscles and you know. You know that probably that last drink was unnecessary. You know that probably you shouldn't have accepted those shots, but God, you've never had a tastier shot in your life and you wanted to marry that bartender straight away. You know but you don't remember a thing. So when you hear that noise coming from behind you, you freeze instantly. You're afraid to open your eyes and find out the source of that sigh. But there's something that makes you feel comfortable. Something that somehow makes you feel safe. A smell you know well enough. It's a common smell, but mixed with something unique and familiar.
Now, how you got there is still to be discovered as you are pretty sure he wasn't at the party with you. Actually, you're pretty sure he had a concert that night a few miles away from home, but still, you can't remember a thing, how can you rule out that he got there in time to have some fun with you and his other friends?
That sound stops your lucubrations. How the hell is it possible that your brain works so fast when you can't even move a finger without moaning in distress? You open one eye (because come on, how can you open them both in this condition?) and you notice two big white and red capsules and a glass of water with ice cubes on the night table and you smile. You take in the fact that the room is dark enough for you to try and open both your eyes and focus on the fact that you actually have to move to take the pills and sip some of that inviting water. You sigh and slowly stretch your legs first, then your neck and your arms. You reach for the two capsules and put them on your tongue, then you clumsily grab the glass and take a sip just to swallow them. You have no idea how your stomach will react to it, but it seems ok for the moment. The body next to you shift on the bed and you feel a naked chest pressing against your back and an arm hugging your waist. You try to ignore the evident erection pressed against your bum, but the idea of your best friend in that state makes you blush and you hide the face in the pillow.
"Ya awake?" he grunts as soon as he sense you moving. You slowly nod and when he doesn't answer you realise that probably he can't see you, so you clear your voice.
"'morning petal", his voice is husky and low.
He stretches and yawns and you think he's moving away from you, but as soon as you miss his warmth he hugs you again and you have the impression that he's closer to you this time.
"Yes, it's been a great night. For what I can remember". You feel so stupid for drinking that much, but you guess there's nothing you can do to change it now so why feeling guilty?
"Couldn't bring yer ass away from dat pub" he chuckles and he moves his hand to your hip, squeezing it gently, "Had to do a good offer to dat bloke to get ya in me car".
This time you are the one chuckling but it fades when you feel his hand sneaking in your top (that you have time to notice that it's one of his shirts) and caressing your warm skin on your stomach and ribs.
"Guess you managed to get me in your car then. And in your bed. In your clothes" you whisper the last part, hoping he couldn't get it.
"Oh dat was the funniest part of de night" he laughs and you furrow your eyebrows, glancing at him over your shoulder. He looks down at you and smiles.
"You opened me wardrobe and God" he laughs "You tried all me shirts to find de one I was wearing when you um..." he clears his throat and moves his stare to your lips and then to the wall in front of you. You feel his hand quiver on your skin.
"You um...got off at me charity event...?"
Your eyes widen and your face turns into a shade of red that you didn't know it was possible.
"Oh my God" you whisper, hiding your face in the pillow. After a few seconds you burst into laughter and tears and the same time, shifting on your back and covering your face with your hands. Niall laughs with you and that makes your heart feel light and loved.
He's suddenly serious and it makes you stop laughing immediately. You wait a few seconds, then you touch the fabric of the shirt and you close your eyes. You clearly remember that day. You were Niall plus one at his charity event and he looked so hot that you would have wanted to be his special plus one and not just his best friend. And yes, you remember the moment he stepped on that small stage and embraced his guitar and God, yes, you remember that feeling. You remember that you had to clench your thighs to ease some of the need. You remember cumming in your thong just looking at him singing and sweating and having the time of his life.
You lightly nods and in no time he hovers over you, his hand slides up to your left breast squeezing it gently.
The whimper that leaves your lips stops him.
"What?" you frown and look at him.
You shiver and slightly arch your back.
"But I don't want dis, us, to be jus occasional"
You slowly nods and caress his cheek. He looks at you and you find in his eyes a determination you've never seen. Without saying a word, you move your hands to his waist and lower his sweatpants. His erection springs free and you hold your breath. You can't believe you have this effect on him.
"Jeez, stop looking at me dat way" he groans and moves his hips, grinding them against your centre. The thin lace thong gently scratch your sensible clit and you moan loud.
"Yer killing me" he starts unbuttoning the shirt your wearing, revealing your warm and soft skin. He bends and leaves an open mouth kiss between your breasts. You take one of his hands and you bring it down to your centre. You want him to feel how wet your are, as wet as that night at the charity dinner when you had to run to the ladies room to clean up your thong. He presses another kiss to your collarbone and he dips his fingers in your folds. You moan loud, grabbing the back of his neck.
"Yer drippin" he whispers, his voice is so rusty and his accent so thick that make you thrust your hips against his hand. He stares at you, stimulating your tight hole. You whimper and open your legs more, helping him settle between them and closer to your centre.
"Fuck" he moves your thong to the side and insert two fingers, making you cry his name and grab his shoulders.
"S-so close Niall" you bite your bottom lip, arching your back and pressing your naked breasts against his chest. He groans and moves his fingers faster until you scream and squirm for the intense pleasure.
He doesn't say a word, but he stares straight in your eyes and he moves closer. You feel the tip of his cock to your entrance and you both stay still, staring at each other and panting. He clears his throat and slowly slips the head of his cock inside you. You've never felt so good in your whole life and the fact that you're feeling that way with Niall makes your heart swell and beat faster. He waits a few more moments before slipping fully inside you and a deep groan leaves his lips. You stare at him blushing and you can't believe you heard such a beautiful noise coming from him. He slowly caresses your leg and helps you clinging them around his waist, allowing him deeper.
"Oh God" he hides in the crook of your neck, groaning loud and breathing in slowly. He feels your walls squeezing rhythmically his cock and he swears he could cum just for that, but then you move your hips and he knows. He knows how he wants to feel for the rest of his life. He knows what he wants to do for the rest of his life. He knows and he starts moving at a steady pace, going deep and hitting your sweet spot with every single thrust. You moan so loud he can't think about anything else but making you feel good.
"You feel so good, Niall" you scratch his back and he moves faster and sloppier and you knows he's close. You need to make him cum fast, because the idea of him being close is dragging you to your second orgasm.
"You're making me feel" you cry his name "so good" you tighten your legs around his hips and move up to meet his thrusts "Come with me"
And that's all it takes for Niall to still his hips and fill you with his cum, groaning so deep that you feel his chest vibrating. Your orgasm follows an istant later, leaving you a moaning mess. He collapses on you, breathing fast and peppering your neck with kisses and kitten licks.
You smile and mindlessly play with his sweaty hair. The silence between you is comfortable and full of untold words.
"Think I'm gonna wear dat shirt for me next show" his voice is low and you hear a smile in it. You chuckle and slightly tug at his hair.
"I'll have to be there, then. And I'll have to wear something comfortable for when I'll cum in my panties again"
You both laugh loud and he softly kisses your lips, caressing your cheek and hair. You feel your heart swell and you know. You know that something special is starting this morning.
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