Meet Me In America

Time to leave England...with One Direction? Since becoming their photographer I have been arrested, kidnapped, and I fell in love. So what will happen when we tour the great ol' United States of America? Let's just say, it's not what you expect. All I know is that I'm going to get down and dirty with the stars and stripes. So, Mr. Horan will we meet again in America because I'm only saying two words to that restraining order. Screw it.

{Sequel to Meet Me In Battersea Park}


29. Niall's Ruination Of Me

+15 for obvious reasons :)

I brought Niall back to the car and I sat in the backseat with him as Liam drove home. Niall's hand was on my bare thigh, touching the skin right below the hem of my jean shorts. I started to grow goose bumps at the feeling. 

His hand moved to my inner thigh and my bottom lip dropped as he inched his fingers closer to the warm center of my body which was slowly turning wet, just from his touch. I could feel him lean closer as I kept my eyes forward. Thankful that Liam was a careful driver and hardly looked back at us. 

Niall placed a little kiss on my collarbone. I knew that the alcohol was really talking now. He drug his tongue up my neck and then whispered in my ear, sending shivers down my spine. 

"You want to be a bad girl?" 

I didn't know how to reply. He was right though. I'm not some fragile girl they could treat like a child. So I turned my head, looking directly into his eyes and nodded. 

After that I was ruined. My ruination, the breaking of my good girl was completed by none other than Niall Horan himself. He unbuttoned my jean shorts and I watched his fingers as he slid them underneath the denim and then the thin fabric of my panties. 

I soon felt him caressing me, and I let my head fall back just a little as his thumb rubbed over my clit. My breathing was getting heavy, but I tried my hardest to subside my moans, knowing that with one glance in the rear view mirror, Liam would see us. Niall would probably never remember what he was doing tomorrow morning, but I would remember it my entire life. 

I gasped and I quickly placed my hand over my mouth, as Niall unexpectedly and quickly slide a finger inside of me. His lips were still lingering right below my earlobe, and he whispered sweet nothings into my ear. All this did was cause me to reach my climax even faster. 

Who knew that I would get so turned on in a car and trying my hardest not to get caught. 

Then he slide another finger inside, and my hand went to his hair, gently tugging on his bleached strands. 

"We're home," said Liam as he parked the car in the driveway. Niall quickly broke free of me and I got out of the car and buttoned my jeans, trying to get off my high as fast as possible. Niall smirked at me before he opened his door and got out. I closed the car door and followed Liam into the house. 

I stepped up on the first step but was quickly pulled back causing me to fall into Niall's arms. "Tonight I'm making you mine," he muttered in a husky voice. "Understand?" 

I nodded again. I like Take Control Niall. I was under his power. He let me enter the house first and I walked past everyone in the living room that was playing FIFA. 

"Hey Niall!" Louis exclaimed, but I looked back watching Niall ignore him as he kept his stare perfectly on me. I could feel the awkward silence in the room as Niall chased me up the stairs. 

I was heading to my room because it was the furthest in the hallway, but he had different plans. Instead he pulled on my arm and pulled me into his room which was the closet to the stairs. Which also allowed the rest of the boys to hear almost everything that happened. 

Niall pulled me into his room with such force that when he let go I fell onto his bed. He locked the door behind him and I could see the want growing in his eyes.

The desire.

I pushed myself further back onto the bed as he stood at the end of the bed. He grabbed hold of my ankles and pulled me to him. I let my upper body fall to the bed as he again unbuttoned my jean shorts and quickly threw the fabric to the floor. 

My panties soon came next and his fingertips glided up and down my inner thighs, teasing me. 

"You fucking tease," I muttered, getting tired of him. 

He smirked as he placed two fingers inside of me, "In order to be a bad girl you need a bad boy, right? Is that why you went to Zayn?" He was questioning me the same time he was pleasuring me. "Answer me." 

"Yes," I breathed as I let my head fall against the bed. 

"Why did you go back to Harry?" 

His fingers slamming inside of me, I muttered, "I don't know." 

"You fucking liar," he spoke through his teeth as he pulled his fingers out of me and pulled my shirt over my head, following with the unhooking of my bra. I was completely naked beneath him, completely under his control, completely vulnerable. 

If he wanted a bad girl, he was going to get one. I reached up and took a fistful of his shirt in my hand, pulling him close. 

"Harry fucks me better," I muttered. "He makes me climax more times than you could ever do or count." 

I could see the fire building in his eyes. This was going to be anything but nice, warm-feeling sex that he and I were used to. This was going to be full out rough. 

Let it be war. 

I pulled his shirt over his head and let my nails dig into his skin, sliding down his chest and stopping at the peak of his V that was engraved on his lower torso. I unbuttoned his jeans as he growled against my skin. I placed his length in my palm and started to stroke him as he placed kisses down my neck. 

"Prove me wrong," I said. "Show me that you are so much better than him." 

"With pleasure," he muttered as he took both of my arms and placed them above my head. He licked his fingers making the tip of his cock moist as he guided himself into me. He thrust hard and fast as I moaned with his movements. 

I gasped as he rubbed his thumb in small circles over my clit. I pulled him closer to me as I heard his heavy breathing in my ear. I was gasping and moaning so loud that I was on the verge of screaming. I didn't care anymore that the boys could probably hear me, I didn't care about anything. I just wanted Niall deeper inside of me and I told him. 

"Deeper," I groaned, arching my back into him. He pressed further inside and my grip on his hair grew tighter. "Oh fuck." 

I was now full on screaming as he kept pressing deeper inside of me, and I only grew louder as I got closer to my climax. 

"Fuck you're so tight," Niall muttered as my walls slowly tightened around his length, getting so close to reaching my peak. 

"Don't stop," I breathed and then he hit the perfect spot, that truly only Harry ever reached. "Fuck, Niall right there. Don't fucking stop." 

He kept hitting that spot and I screamed his name as I got closer and closer. "NIALL!" I screamed his name over and over again, and he groaned loudly as I reached my peak and my walls grew even tighter. "Shit," I moaned as he stayed inside of me, but lay on my chest, placing kisses on the inner side of my breast. "That was--."

"Don't you dare say it was amazing," he looked up at me. "We are far from over." 

He stood up and reached out for my hand. I stood up beside him and watched him sit onto the bed, letting his back leaned against the headboard. I straddled him and he guided himself back inside of me, and we moaned together at the new feeling. 

He intertwined his fingers with mine and as I kept the movement now we held onto each other hands as Niall let his tongue drag up my chest. He sucked onto my nipple and I gasped. No one has ever done that to me before, but it set me over the edge. 

Our hands went behind my back, making me arch myself forward, giving him more access to my breasts. I wanted to pull him closer to me, but he kept his grip firm on my hands. 

"Fuck Niall," I moaned. "You could make me cum just with your mouth." 

Those words made him get more rough, and he bit down on my nipple. I gasped loudly and he used our intertwined hands behind my back to push me closer to him. Soon I was leaning on the edge of my knees and he was the one thrusting inside of me once more. 

He was moving quickly, and I pulled myself free of his hands. I slammed my hands on the wall above Niall's head, the noise echoing throughout the room, and probably the entire house. Within moments I was screaming once again, letting him win over me. His hands cupped my ass, gently squeezing, pulling me into another world of pleasure.

"Fuck," he spoke loudly as he started to feel myself grow tighter around him. It didn't take long for me to reach my climax again and this time he made me tremble in his arms. He held me close as he continued to make slow even paces in and out of me. I kept trembling, my hair sticking to the sweat on my face. 

I let my head fall into the crook of Niall's shoulder as his fingertips glazed up and down my back. 

"Congratulations Niall," I whispered, looking back up into his eyes. "You've officially ruined me." 

A small smile appeared on his lips, "I told you I was going to make you mine."

"Well you've succeeded. I'm completely yours." 

"Good and I don't think we have to tell the rest of the boys that," he smiled. "I think your screaming confirmed it." 

I playfully punched his shoulder, as he growled playfully and pressed his lips to mine. His tongue quickly gained entrance and I let him push me back onto the bed as he slid his fingers over my body, sending me once more over the edge.

Harry's POV

I couldn't deny it. I could everything perfectly. The sounds, the groans, moans, and screams echoed throughout the house. All I knew was that I was the one who could fuck her properly. I've done it plenty of times and now I could enter her and find her secret perfect spot within a couple seconds. I would have her screaming my name before her clothes landed by her feet.

Louis and Liam played FIFA, trying to drown out the noise, but it didn't work. They tried to busy themselves to ignore the sounds but couldn't. Instead they sat in silence. 

Zayn and I were both on our phones, acting like we had better things to do, but I knew he was thinking the same thing. He was thinking about taking Niall's place just like I was. 

We both wanted the same thing, but maybe we could have the same thing. 

We could maybe share the same thing. 

At the same time. 

Just when you thought all this drama was ending, it was really just beginning. It's bound to happen all over again. This time Zayn and I were going to be pleased. I glanced up at Zayn at the same time he glanced at me. He smirked as my phone vibrated. I received a new text message from him. 

"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" The message read. 

I typed a single answer and watched Zayn's expression as he smiled and nodded. 

So as we continued to hear Shiloh screaming, we planned our own type of sharing pleasure. We planned our own threesome. 

We could make it happen, too. 

So I won't be able to update my other stories tonight but I will soon! PS: Check out my new competition on my Movellas where you can win some One Direction prizes and even a Skype call from me!! Check out the contest titled: Spend Christmas With Morgan Rory!

Thanks for reading! Please comment, like, and favorite!

Much love, Morgan .xx

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