Rebellious, Beautiful, and Insecure

Alex and Amber are sisters. They are twins actually, Alex being twenty minutes older. Amber is always going, going, going with boys. But Alex rarely even goes on dates - and for a reason. The two sisters get jobs working for One Direction and the boys are quick to fall for them. Will Alex let her guard down and fall for the boy? Or will her past keep her from ever finding love? Travel along these girls' journey as teenagers, getting caught in fame, mystery, and intensity.


38. You Won't *warning some sexual content*

Zayn takes Kriss from my lap and carries her to the van. When we get back to the lofts he carries her upstairs too. He puts her on the couch first while he goes to pull out the bed-couch in the mini television room or whatever he calls it. I grab some blankets from the closet and hand them to Zayn before picking Kriss up myself and laying her down on the couch-bed. 

While Zayn tucks her in I go to his room and start to change into my nightie. "I can't decide if I'm upset that you aren't wearing my clothes, or if I'm breathless because of how sexy you look in that nightie," Zayn says in the doorway of his room. I smile and begin to walk towards him, but his eyes turns dark and serious. I follow his gaze and find that his eyes are on the large, dark bruise on my upper left arm. He steps closer to get a better look at it and then turns away from me completely. 

"I'm going to kill him," Zayn mumbles when I put a hand on his shoulder. 

I turn him around to face me, but he refuses to look me in the eyes. "Stop plotting how you will kill him and start plotting how you can protect me," I tell him, the best I can compromise. I grab his chin with my good arm and force him to look at me. "This," I say, releasing his face and grabbing the bottom of his shirt to start pulling it up, "needs to go," I pull it over his head and throw it across the room. I place Zayn's hands on my waist. "So," I unbuckle the belt he's wearing with his jeans, "do these," I loosen his pants and then fall to the ground. Until now I had been keeping eye contact with him, but now I look down to see his pants on the ground and to my surprise I see a bulge sticking out from his boxer shorts. 

I smile, looking up at Zayn. "I don't have much control over that," He says embarrassed slightly. 

"Someone," I pause and grab his bulge - his eyes widen, "is excited," 

"You have no idea what I want to do to you right now," He whispers.

"To bad you can't," I say releasing my grip on his bulge and starting to pull away.

He pushes me up against the wall but no enough to hurt and pins my arms above my head. He presses his body against mine. I feel his bulge on the inside of my thigh. "And why is that?" He asks, his voice rough.

"Because Kriss is just one room over," I tell him. He thinks about it for a minute and realizes that I'm right. 

"Tomorrow, you're mine," He whispers, his voice husky as he let's me go. I drop my arms around his neck and then jump up, wrapping my legs around his waist. He grabs my butt and squeezes hard.

"Zayn." I squirm. He smiles evilly and carries me over to the bed. We sit on the edge. "You know the game Nervous?" I ask him. He nods. "Want to play?"

"Me first," He says. I nod, preparing myself. I always played with boys from my high school but they barely made it above my collarbone. But now, I was determined to win. Zayn decides to be especially evil and starts by my eye. Slowly his hand moves down my chin, sliding down my neck and briefly touching the hickey before continuing down towards my boobs. This whole time he keeps eye contact with me. I feel my anxiety growing and growing as he gets closer to grabbing my boob, but I keep my mouth shut. He reaches the top of my breast and slides down further, going painfully slow and he touches my nipple with his finger tip. My teeth start chattering. "You nervous there Alex?" He asks me, stopping for a moment.

He's about to fully grab my breast when I blurt out, "Nervous!"

He moves his hand and I collapse back on the bed for a moment, catching my breath. He chuckles. I sit back up after a moment and look at him. "You know what this means for you to win right?" I ask him. He nods.

I start in the middle of his shin. Painfully slowly, I bring my hand up his leg. I keep eye contact with him and out of the corner of my eyes I see his bulge continue to grow through his boxer shorts. 

I can see it in his eyes that he is growing more nervous each second. Once I pass his knee I make sure my hand stays on his inner thigh which is more sensitive to touch. His eyes grow wider and wider as I make it up towards his cock. 

Eventually I make it up towards his piece. I touch the tip of it with my finger and I can tell he's trying not to shout. "You nervous there Zayn?" I ask, resting my finger on the tip.

I move to position my hand so that I can fully grab his cock when he just about shouts, "Nervous!" 

It's his turn to fall back on the bed with heavy breaths and for me to laugh. Once he catches his breath we move to a different position on the bed. Now he is leaning against the backboard of the bed and I'm sitting on his lap, straddling him.

"So tomorrow night huh?" I ask. He nods.

"But I mean Alex seriously I don't want to pressure you into anything," He tells me.

"You aren't. Zayn, what happens tomorrow is going to be because of what I want, not because you pressured me," I assure him. "What is with you and my butt?" I ask him, noticing that once again his hands are on my butt.

"I don't know. I think it's hot. Just like you," He answers. 

"Sure," I say, putting my head down and starting to kiss right under his ear which I have discovered is his soft spot. He lets out a moan and I laugh. He flips me over. 

"You are such a god damn tease," He puffs.

"You're worse than I am," I tell him. He puts his hand on my waist and his fingers dance towards my panties. His fingers slip under my nightie and brush against my inner thigh. "Zayn," I moan his name.

"Tell me that I wear the pants in the relationship," He demands.

"You're still on that?" I ask.

"Tell me I'm daddy," He repeats, moving his hand closer to my panties and clit. 

"Zayn," I moan his name, trying to get him to stop.

"Tell me Alex," He commands, getting closer. I feel him touch the edge of my panties.

"You're daddy! Okay? YOU ARE DADDY," I gasp, trying to breath. He removes his hand and moves it up to my face. He kisses my forehead and lays next to me, enveloping me in his arms.

"That's right. I'm daddy," He says successfully.

"And you say I'm the tease," I breathe heavily against his chest.

"Goodnight luv," He whispers and I can tell he's smiling.

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