Sultry Nights [A compilation of dark erotic one shots]

Zayn

The moment the door locks behind us, I can already picture all the scenarios that would occur in this room after what she witnessed. She's mad at me. Good. Even better

I smile. I like a challenge. I welcome it, and I approach her without fear. She leans back in the chair, tipping back to keep her eyes on mine. I slowly take off her glasses and fold them, setting them aside. Then, with one finger, I trace the collar of her pretty white blouse.

And then I rip it open.

The buttons pop off, falling to the floor and scattering. Her breasts greet me, barely trapped in a plain, beige bra. I tug the cups down. It frees them, but the underwire keeps them lifted toward me.

A present, exactly like I first envisioned.

Her gaze drops to my stiffening cock.

"Only you do it for me, songbird. Don't you ever fucking doubt that again."

I slide my fingers into her hair and draw her forward. She comes, bowing toward me, and I don't even have to tell her to part those full lips of hers.

Her mouth on me is heaven.

"Fuck," I groan.

Her hands leave the chair and grip my thighs. Her nails dig into my skin, but it's a good pain. I look down at her and force her to swallow me deeper. She gags around me, and I swear I almost combust on the spot.

"Take more of me," I urge. "Show me how furious you are that another girl had her lips on me."

Her teeth skim my length, and I groan through a laugh.

"Careful." I pull her off me. Her lips release me with a slight pop. I trail my cock head over her cheek. "No biting."

"You're an asshole," she spits.

"For proving that you're the only one who can do this?" I fist my cock and stroke myself. "I think that's quite charitable of me. Removing any fucking doubt from your mind that you're it."

"I hate-"

I thrust back into her mouth. Straight in, until I hit the back of her throat, and deeper still. Her throat grips me as she chokes. Her fingers twitch on my legs. I draw out just enough for her to suck in air through her nose, then I'm filling her again. Fucking her face like an insane person.

She takes it. Her eyes lift, and I stare down at her. I have to lean over and brace myself on the back of the chair. Her tongue moves, curling against the underside of my cock, and I grunt. I want to hold on, to draw this out.

But Melody is some kind of elixir I can't consume fast enough.

"Swallow." I come, not giving her time to think about the order. I'm deep enough in her mouth that it's hardly any work to swallow-or choke. As soon as my cock stops rocketing cum down her throat, the euphoria fading, I pull out and drop to my knees. I clamp my hand over her jaw, forcing her mouth closed and her face close to mine.

"Hate me all you want, but the thought of me inside you in more than one way..." Fuck it, my dick isn't even a little deflated. "If you're not dripping wet at what we just did, then I'll apologize."

I won't. She is turned on. I'd bet my fucking life on it.

Her chin lifts, my hand moving with it.

"Did you swallow my cum, angel? Can you taste me lingering on your tongue?" I remove my hand, peeling my fingers away, and kiss her before she can protest.

She melts into me. Enough that she doesn't stop me from slipping my hand to the apex of her legs, under her pants and panties. My fingers curl in her sweet, wet heat, and I stroke her clit as my tongue strokes her mouth.

She smiles against my lips.

I taste her saliva and her essence and me, and I almost lose control again. I draw back and put her on her feet. I'm still kneeling in front of her, and I'm struck by déjà vu. We've been in this position before, behind a desk like this. Only then, she was wearing a skirt...

I guide her pants off her legs. She holds on to my shoulder and kicks them off.

Her cunt is as familiar to me as the back of my hand, and yet, I marvel at it. At the cushion of her thighs, the scent of her slick arousal. At her lips waiting to be kissed, her clit already swollen and waiting.

I kiss just above her pelvic bone, then over her belly. I lift myself and kiss higher, until I've reached her jaw. I grasp at her waist and turn her, setting her ass on the edge of the desk. Her legs part for me.

"I can't go slow with you," I confess.

She reaches up and grips the back of my neck. "Who said anything about slow?"

"Fucking perfect." I run the tip of my dick through her folds, eliciting a shiver from her. Another pass, then a third, before her nails dig into my skin.

I chuckle. "Impatient?"

"Ye-"

I thrust into her. Fully, in one go. Her cunt stretches around me, her muscles automatically tensing in a way that doesn't happen when she sleeps. I steal the word from her mouth, and then I kiss her again. She drags me into her as hard as I am her, grinding closer. Deeper.

Her breath hitches when I pull back for a moment. I roll my hips and slide back in. I do it again, demonstrating I do know how to go slow.

For a moment. To savor it.

But her legs loop around my hips, her heels digging into my ass, and she not-so-subtly tells me to quit tormenting her.

Message received.

I lay her back on the desk, knocking my laptop out of the way, and palm both her breasts. She reaches up and grips the edge of the desk over her head.

With every thrust, her body jiggles. Her breasts sway. I pinch her nipples, knead the sensitive flesh, and drive harder into her. I'm obsessed with the way she moves. With the flutter of her eyelids after every stroke.

First time having sex-that she can remember.

On a desk, no less.

How fitting. In the most ironic of ways.

I run one hand down her body and find her clit. She gasps and writhes under me at the added assault, and I increase the pressure until she comes undone.

It doesn't take long.

She shatters around me, crying out my name. My name.

"Zayn, fuck me, that feels too good," she moans, her eyes squeezing shut. "Oh my God. You've got to stop."

"Stop?" I haul her up, slamming her against the wall. I grip the bottoms of her thighs, keeping her up. "We're just getting started."

"Zayn," she breathes.

"Touch yourself." I lean down and suck her nipple into my mouth.

She moans above me. I slide in and out of her, relishing the feel. The noises she's making. My fucking songbird, right where she belongs.

"Make yourself come again." My teeth graze her nipple.

"I can't," she whimpers.

That phrase isn't in my dictionary. I take over her fingers' movement, stroking her clit and dipping my fingers into her cunt alongside my dick. Stretching her more, hitting her G-spot with the pad of my index finger.

"Holy shit." She's nearly hysterical. Two orgasms and this?

"We need to work on your stamina." I kiss her throat, coasting my tongue over the edge of the scar. Then higher, working toward her jawline. There's a frantic energy building inside me. It's driving the need for her to come. To come with me.

Finally, she lets out a low moan that sounds more like pain than pleasure. Her thighs tense around my hips, her back arches. It's her sound that undoes me. My balls tighten, and I drive her to the cliff's edge at the same time that I sprint off it.

Her orgasm triggers mine. She screams, and I'm right there with her. I capture her mouth with mine, absorbing her wordless pleas. Fully fucking buried in her.

I don't know if I've ever been so completely obsessed.

After a moment, or maybe two, I pull back. I lower her legs to the floor and slip out of her. Satiated. Tired.

And for a moment, her expression seems to mirror mine.

Until she recalls what I did to get us here.