17. Chapter 15
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The drive in my old car with Zayn brought back bitter-sweet memories of times when I was still confused about whether I really liked him or not.
I drove slowly through the suburban areas and fast through the city, following the rush of traffic. When I approached his street memories of the last time I was here stabbed at me but then I remembered what he told me. He loved me.
Once parked on the street Zayn led the way up the flights of stairs and down the hall to his door. He got out a key and unlocked the door and led me in.
I was greeted with a small living space with a couch and love seat, a coffee table and a T.V.
What was on the coffee table was what intrigued me. "Is that what you were talking about?"
"Yeah," he nodded, "Met this guy a while back and he taught me how to do it. Now I just run it through my house. Pays the bills."
"Among other things," I mumbled, walking to the table and picking up a tube of ink.
I looked up to see him stare at me with confusion laced in his expression.
"Don't look at me like that. People talk Zayn and I've heard many things. I don't know if they're completely true but it makes me worry all the same."
He sighed and ran his hand over his face. "It's not like I've done any hard drugs."
I cocked my brow at him and pursed my lips. "Do you hear yourself right now? You drop out of school and move across town for some reason I don't know. I drive to your old house and find Mari too scared to even say your name out loud. I...I do all this shit for you and it's useless, completely useless."
I breathed out, done with my rant as I ran my fingers through my thick locks.
"I just want to help," I croaked, feeling my eyes water and my face scrunch in frustration. I lift my palms to my eyes, refusing to let him see me this upset.
I felt him grasp my wrists and remove my hands from my face. "Please don't cry," he whispered, staring down at me with those caramel eyes that I missed so much.
"Tell me what I did changed something. Tell me you're happy."
He squeezed his eyes closed and breathed out, "I can't lie to you. I can't."
I wriggled my wrists out of his grasp and took his face in my hands. I kissed the corner of his mouth before whispering, "I can't see you like this. It hurts. It physically hurts me to see you this way because I know you can feel more. I've seen it."
"Only you, Orion." He blinked his eyes open and bit at his lip as he slowly took in my expression. "I was that lonely kid until you came along."
I lightly smiled and pecked his lips, "Asking for favors."
"Best fucking favor anyone's ever asked of me."
"Are you kidding me? Sleeping with you was probably the best moments of my life."
He lightly chuckled, "What is with you questioning my statements?"
I felt my cheeks tinge, "I don't know. I guess it's a little hard to believe."
"Oh don't make me say it," I dropped my hands, shying away, giggling when he wrapped his arms around me and trapped me against him.
"I just can't imagine how having sex with me could possibly be so life altering."
"Not just having sex with you, Orion. Being close to, having this connection with you that I know you haven't had with anyone else or that I haven't shared either."
I bit at my lip and peeked up at him through my lids. "Do you still feel the same way now? I mean, after so many months..."
"Of course I do," he whispered and leaned down to kiss my cheek. He nuzzled his face into my neck and breathed in deeply.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed below his ear. "Maybe we should relive some of those moments."
"I mean, why not? I can feel you pressing against me."
"It's hard to hide something that wants to be noticed."
I pulled back and smiled up at him. "Then take me to your bed, Malik."
He gazed at me lovingly before pressing his lips against mine. I clung to him desperately and wrapped my legs around him when he took handfuls of my backside. "Eager, aren't we?" I teased, nipping at his bottom lip.
"I could show you better than I could tell you."
"Are you quoting Bring It On?" I tilted my head back and laughed as he made his way down the hall to his bedroom.
"You made me watch his three times."
"I thought it was four," I smiled, plopping on his bed while watching him take off his shirt.
"Did you just mock my accent?"
"What, by saying four?"
"Yeah," He chuckled and climbed on top of me to give a kiss to my temple. He stared down at me and in this intimate moment I could've swore I say tears move behind his expression.
I leaned up and pecked his lips, "I missed you."
"Not more than I missed you."
I was trembling, teetering on the edge of oblivion as Zayn worked to pleasure us both. It felt so good and I couldn't help the sounds I made as I clung onto him. "Zayn," I moaned, "baby."
He was so deep, moving so slow. I couldn't stop bucking my hips against his and shaking at the indescribable pleasure I felt. I was so close. I knew that if he just gave me another minute I'd explode.
He groaned, his head dropping into the crook of my neck. He twisted his hips, hitting something potentially mind blowing inside of me and making me cry out. "Like that," I whimpered and clamped my legs around his narrow hips, urging him to do it again. He shifted just about inside me and with every stroke he hit that very spot, making me squirm every time.
"I'm gonna come," I sighed, taking his face in my hands and breathily kissing him.
"Orion," he softly laughed, "you're biting my lip."
"Sorry," I moaned out, unable to form a proper sentence. "I just...Oh!"
"Shh," he murmured and nipped at the moist skin of my bottom lip.
I was coming and I was coming hard. I felt it build inside of me, felt it grasp onto me. I dug my nails into the curve of Zayn's back and racked my nails up his back, making him hiss and arch deeper into me. "Shit."
"I...I can't...Zayn!" He lifted from his forearms and onto his hands, his tattooed arms stretched above me. With his knees firmly planted on the mattress and one of his hands angling my hips to his, he gave me three quick thrusts before I completely and utterly shattered.
My hands above my head, grasping onto his headboard with my back arched, I had my most intense orgasm. I sobbed out my pleasure and whimpered with aftershocks. I barely noticed when Zayn had reached because I was so out of it. "Zayn," I panted. "Wow."
When we fell, we fell hard. Exhausted from our actions, he gave me the deepest kiss before lying next to me and drawing me in his arms.
Don't ask me how exactly we passed out but when I woke up later that night it was to a loud banging on the door.