Things with exes

Things with exes
Warning: Mature Content!

ROME

As if he had just read my thoughts, Zayn lips crashed against mine instantly. This time the kiss was intense, with both of our tongues dominating each other as I tangled my own hand in Zayn's hair.

“Mmmh," I held his head with the tightest grip as I constantly moaned and attacked his bottom lip whenever I had the chance.

As I struggled to breathe, I grabbed a handful of Zayn's hair and pulled him back to me. I looked up into Zayn's dark, desire-filled eyes, and my chest heaved. "You really are a bastard, end this sorry attempt at teasing and fuck me. Isn't that what you want?"

There is a seductive tone to his voice. "Patience, little Muffin. You will get what you want, but I will do it in my own time."

He leaned in and kissed every inch of my musculoskeletal structure after saying this.

His tongue worked its way around each of my nipples before he started to trail kisses down my chest.

He hooked his strong hands around my thighs, slowly spreading my legs wide to reveal my glistening hole. I exhale heavily, blushing deeply and my pale skin turning a faint shade of pink because I am on display for this bastard.

I gasped as Zayn's hot breath washed over my exposed exit. I bit my lower lip lightly as Zayn's tongue slowly moved around my tiny, pink rosebud, and I leaned in as he circled my puckered entrance with it. I could feel his firm grip on my thick thighs.

He slowly moved his tongue around the ridges, dipping in for a taste as he teased my entrance. I shuddered and clutched at Zayn's hair.

“Please..." With our bodies drenched in perspiration and need, I pleaded as I spread my legs wider. I can actually see myself whimpering from the emotions that are brewing inside of me.

Zayn has always had that kind of control over me, both now and in the past. I still do the things I used to do during sex, like whispering that Zayn had told me he loved years ago.

With the pad of his finger circling the rim, he slid his creased fingers down to my slippery entrance. "You want my cock, Muffin? Is that what you want?" After spitting on his fingers and gently swirling the saliva into my entrance, Zayn dips one and then gradually adds two.

I moaned unsteadily as my leg began to shake violently.

“Tell me what you need." After inserting the third, he curled them and rubbed them against the bump that he knew would make me cry.

“Fuck!"

I lifted my hips to meet Zayn's thrusts as the pleasure inside of me increased, my breath catching in my throat. "Yes, yes, God, Zayn, fuck, that is so good," I groaned as my body started to shake and my fingers dug into the sheets.

Zayn pounded into me while holding tight to my hips, his fingers leaving bruises on my skin. "Harder... need more..." I begged.

Zayn withdrew his fingers, leaving me feeling empty and aching for more.

"Cute free fuckies you have, Peaches." He grinned, knowing full well what effect it had on me. I felt my face heat up at being called that.

Zayn had always had a thing of calling me those stupid endearments that make no damn sense together. But for some weird reason unknown to me, I actually enjoy it.

No, I love it.

I lifted my hips, silently asking Zayn to fill me. He grinned and smacked me on the inside of my thighs hard, knowing that was my spot.

Sure enough, I moaned and raised my hips higher, my arms looping around Zayn's neck as we kissed. He licked at the corner of my mouth, sucking it gently.

I'm practically drooling; my dark eyes are like liquid pools.

Zayn spit on his hand and began working from the front, running his spit-slick palm up and down my hot, leaking cock. He watched with amusement as I moaned and thrust my hips up to meet his strokes, my mouth hanging open slightly, chest heaving with each breath.

"You want me to fuck you, angel?" Zayn knew the answer. I always wanted him to fuck him. Now and then.

Maybe that was the thing with exes. Even if my heart despises you, my body does not, and it craves you above all else.

Well, it wasn't impossible. During our relationship, one of the most common activities was sex. For our birthdays back then, sex was common. Sex was used as a form of reconciliation following a fight.

Sex was the ideal gift for each achievement we accomplished.

Zayn could not stop the crooked grin that stretched across his face as he watched me, like a lost lamb, moaning and lifting my hips to get more of his desired touch.

Almost sarcastically, he narrowed his eyes. "Fine, since you're asking so politely." He worked to prime my tight hole while he knelt between my spread legs, his cock throbbing and his saliva continuously coating it.

Zayn grabbed me by my hips and slowly, firmly, sank into my wet hole. He tested my patience as he bottomed out inside me by listening to me groan and grind against him in a playful manner.

Zayn stroked my cock with his hand slowly as he felt my body tighten around him gloriously. With a devilish smile on his lips, he made dramatic eye contact with me.

“Fuck!"

Zayn pulled out slowly, dragging his cock along each ridge of my own cock while I held on to the sheets. I felt a tear slide down my cheek as my hips begged for more friction. "Please, please, Zayn. Fuck me." I rushed out, feeling so sensitive to Zayn's cock.

I can feel the silence building in Zayn's mind as he whispered, "Mhm."

He leaned back, gripping my thighs, and began to piston his hips, inserting more than half of his cock. He leaned over and circled his thumbs around my hips.

He pulled my legs upward, dipping his head down, sucking the lips of my cock, slurping noises busted out of me as I pulled Zayn's cock inside of me.

I wrapped my legs around Zayn's waist, pulling him closer, my hands gripping his upper back and shoulders.

"Harder." I demanded, my voice breathless as Zayn's movements grew more erratic and wild. Zayn smiled to himself, his dark eyes reflecting all the sin he desired to be a part of.

As Zayn kept crashing into me, my body shook and I tightened my hold on his shoulders.

"Just like that, Zayn, right there," I moaned, my voice filled with need and desire. Zayn pressed his hips into me, satisfying all of my pleasure points.

His thrusts became more frenzied as he placed his arms on opposite sides of me and looked inquisitively at me lying before him.

As he picked my hand and sucked my fingers, his eyes revealed a strange glint of excitement.

I was so overcome with pleasure that I could not even tell what I was feeling, but Zayn's eyes somehow stir my heaet.