Louis had pulled me into the closet, his hands instantly resting on my hips, his lips mashing onto mine, his tongue quickly finding its way into my mouth, despite the lack of light. His lips were soft, softer than I remembered. His kisses were desperate, but gentle, much different from Zayn's kisses which were always rough and hard.
His hands wrapped around me even tighter, making their way up my back to move underneath my shirt, touching the smooth skin on my back.
"Louis," I breathed as his teeth grazed my bottom lip. His hands were exploring every inch of my body. I couldn't help but moan his name again when his large hands squeezed my rear.
"God, you have no idea how badly I've wanted to hear you saying my name that way baby," Louis whispered hotly into my ear. I shivered as I felt his hot breath fan over my neck in the darkness.
Feeling a sudden boost of confidence I leaned into him, standing on my tippy toes to nibble on his ear. "Fuck," he murmured.
"You have no idea how badly I want you to make me scream your name," I whispered in my sexiest voice.
I can hear him smiling. I lean forward once again, "wipe that smirk off your face."
"Make me," is all he whispers back.
I crash my lips onto his once again, skillfully moving my tongue against his. He moans my name quietly, making me smirk. I like this power I have over him.
When his hands move downwards I feel my body stiffen. His hands find their way to my naked thighs, finding the hem of my short shorts. I look up to his eyes, and though I can't see them in this dark I know exactly how they'd look. I've stared into them so many times before I have them memorized. I knew him well enough to know they were a darker shade of blue. A blue like an ocean when the sky is cloudy.
I throw my head back as his long fingers push aside both my shorts and panties in one swift motion. His lips quickly find their way to my neck, leaving kisses as I moan sweet nothings. I can feel his soft fingers massaging my core and I'd forgotten just how crazy his touch left me. His fingers were more skilled than I remember and I found it difficult to control my breathing.
My hips began to mirror the actions of his fingers. It was an incredible sensation; my body hot and sweaty, relishing in this moment, his fingers cold. I needed a distraction to keep myself from moaning out his name and so I pushed my lips against his, feeling his smile growing.
"Fuck baby, I've missed this," he breathed. "Your body is so responsive to me, more than I remember." I moaned, loving the way he was talking to me.
Suddenly he inserts his fingers into me, twisting them around and around. I had to force myself to lean forward, sucking and biting on the skin on his neck to keep me from screaming his name. I didn't care if I marked him, in fact I wanted to mark him, a reminder of this for the both of us.
Even though it was pitch black, I closed my eyes in an attempt to stagger my ragged breathing . . . no luck. My hips moved in rhythm with his fingers, bucking into his skillful digits. His fingers moved so slowly and I was so desperately wanting him to speed up. Instead he continued the relentless torture slowly. I felt myself begin to unravel before him. I breathed him in like oxygen, frozen in the moment, never wanting it to end.
"Louis," I fall apart underneath his touch, shattering into millions of tiny pieces, letting my orgasm consume me. I bite and suck on his neck, trying my best to be as silent as possible. I become limp in his arms as his lips trail wet kisses up my neck and his teeth nibble their way to my earlobe.
"I've waited so long for this," he whispers in my ear.
"I'm sorry," I whisper between ragged breaths.
"Shh," he kisses my lips, shutting me up. "I need to get out of here before he wakes up," he says before reaching for the door handle. I grab his hand, stopping him. I kiss his soft lips again before we twist the door handle together. We step out into the dim light of the room.
"Well that was fun," he playfully whispers.
"Shut up," I smack him. I bend over to pick up the beer bottle that I knocked over earlier when I was chasing Zayn.
"Jesus Christ," he swears as he walks over to me.
"What?" I ask clueless.
"If you only knew what you did to me," he breathes into my ear from behind me.
"Oh I can feel it," I say back, referring to the bulge in his pants which is very apparent on my behind. I smile, knowing this was turning him on. "You need to get out of here, unless you want your ass kicked."
"You're right, although I wish I could finish what we started," he smirked at me.
"Me too," I whispered, looking at him from under my eyelashes.
"I'm just gonna sneak out the back door . . ." he said, pointing to the doorway. "Bye." He began walking out.
"Wait-" I stopped him, running after him, placing my lips upon his once more. I look at his neck, the love bite very apparent on his neck. "I - you -" I began, pointing at his neck.
"What?" he asked.
"You have a huge hickey on your neck," I giggled, "I guess I was sucking harder than I thought I was."
"It's fine, don't worry about it, it was hot." He winked at me before leaning down to take my small frame into a hug.
"Goodbye Louis," I whispered.
"Goodbye love," he whispered.
I watched as he walked down the hall and exited out the back door.
Holy shit. What just happened?