Fucked up (1D)

The 17 year old Mary Jane Moore, lives a normal life - until on her 17th birthday, where her loving parents tragically dies in a car accident. The young man behind the opposing car survives - but he is no ordinary boy. What will happen when Mary Jane is forced to meet the "killer" of her parents? And what will happen to her after her parents death?

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13. Touch

"Nothing, I must say."

"Do you know my band?" He asked. I shook my head.

"I am in a boyband called One Direction. We were formed in 2010 - I've been in the program called X-factor, and my band and I placed third-place. Do you know my band members? Louis Tomlinson, my best friend. Niall Horan, The Irish one. Zayn Malik, "BradfordbadBoi" as the fans calls him. Liam Payne, or Leeyum. And me of course."

"Do you have a lot of fans?" I asked.

"We've just been touring all over the world a couple of months ago." he said.

"Wow."

"Yes. Not to sound selfish or anything, I find it quite weird that you've never heard of us before." he said, drinking some tea. I took a sip of my own, and laughed a bit.

"Life haven't been easy the past years." I said, not wanting to go more into detail. He understood and backed off a bit. I stood up, and poured my tea out into the sink. He drank the rest, and put the cup in the sink. We were standing side by side, my drying off the countertops, him cleaning the mug, as we both turned around at the same time, facing each other. With only centimeters apart, I could feel his breath on my forehead, it leaving tingles where it had hit. He looked down at me, leaving a hot feeling wherever I found his gaze to hit.

I looked him in the eyes, as my face probably got red, and my body got hot. He picked me up, and sat me down on the kitchen island where we'd just been sitting. He spread my legs, and pushed me to the edge of the countertops, as his arms were wrapped around my torso, forcing me closer to him. I could feel his jeans on my naked core, but right now it didn't matter. He picked up a hand, and removed a strand of hair from my face, his fingers sending lightning through my body, making it shiver. He smiled, as his lips started trailing my neck, finding the sweet spot, and lightly sucking on it. He kissed my neck, getting to my jaw, leaving love bites and kisses after him. He kissed both my cheeks, my forehead, nose, and finally his lips found mine. His lips were soft, but his hands pulling me closer than possible between two people. I put my hands in his hair, playing with it, as I devoured into the thought of his body against me, his lips on mine, and his pants, trying to catch his breath. He bit my bottom lip a little, begging for entrance, and I granted it to him without hesitation. His tounge carefully started exploring my mouth, our kiss got more passionate. I pulled him onto the island, knocking down the placemats, the flowers, and the candleholders, all of whom broke as soon as they hit the hardwood floors. He was on top of me, as I broke the kiss, taking his hand, and leading it down to the band where my robe were held together. I let him pull the string, the robe flying open, leaving me wearing nothing. Our lips crashed together again as his hands were exploring my body teasing me.

"I want you, now…" I whispered between the kiss. He looked at me, and thought for a moment.

"Are you sure?" he asked, his voice delicate and fragile, like a little boy.

"I've never been so sure in my life." I said, caressing his cheek with my hand, leading his head towards mine, as our lips intertwined once again. In one swift moment, I turned us around, getting him down underneath me, our lips never breaking.

 

"You ready?" He asked. I nodded, as the shooting pain went through my body. He was still.

"Move." I said, my teeth clenched together. He started moving, slowly. The pain faded away, leaving only pleasure left in my body. I wish I could say I loved him. But like with everything else, I'm not quite sure yet.

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