The Hidden Chapters

Going All In Part 2 *Monika & Zayn

Part 2

Monika’s POV

“Let’s go to my room.”

Relief and excitement rushes through me. He doesn’t wish to push me away, but rather get me closer. And lucky for him, I’m all too willing.

We pass people on our way to his room, but we brush pass them. I believe it was Niall and Kaylen, but who knows? They probably get the hint as to why we’re in a hurry once the door slams shut behind us.

His room is small but cozy. Any bigger and it might worry me. I don’t like the luxury and fancy things that come with fame. I’ve known Zayn for what seems like forever, so I’m perfectly capable to say things have changed. He knows how nice things have a way of freaking me out.

He pushes me down against the bed as my shirt slips off. The light streaming in from the window is the only light we have. A picture frame catches my eye and I take a second to observe the picture of his mates. Everyone’s wearing name-brand clothing. Panic sets in.

This guy, with his hands taking in every inch, and his lips setting fire to my skin, is famous. He’s no longer my Zayn from our childhood. He’s Zayn Malik, the guy of millions of girls’ dreams. Having him in this way feels like I’m stealing from them. Will I be hated for this?

When I feel his excitement though, I let go of all my worry. Zayn wants me. That’s enough to allow my wall to crumble. The wall I so carefully built to keep what we had alive.

I remind myself that it’s to make what we have even better as my hands fumble with the button of his jeans until they open. He sighs as they slide down, which makes me giggle.

“I love that sound.” He breathes. “But I want to see what other sounds you can make.”

My face turns deep red, I’m sure. He chuckles, bites his lip, then reaches over to pull the blinds down. Now, we’re enveloped in the dark. Part of me appreciates this due to some self-consciousness, but the other part is disappointed. If I’m going all in, I want to see everything.

“I make beautiful music.” I joke.

“Do you suck well?”

“Actually, I play the flute.” I laugh as he pulls off the rest of our clothes. “Which means I blow.”

I get the satisfaction of him stopping and gasping as he’s in the process of sliding down my throat with his lips.

“You’ll show me how good you are, right?” He asks, his voice a bit hoarse.

“Only if you deserve it.” I joke. We flip over, so that I’m straddling him, sitting on his waist. My hands slide down his toned chest before they slide back up and run over his shoulders. Zayn lets out a soft moan to clue me in on how much he appreciates that.

I do it twice more before he sighs loudly.

“Enough with the foreplay.” He demands. I toss my head back and laugh for a moment.

I push myself downwards and find what I’m looking for. My lips are the perfect fit around his arousal. The moans get a bit louder as I give him everything he wants. My nails dig into his thighs, causing him to groan. He reaches his climax and I stop what I’m doing.

He makes a sound that’s caught somewhere between a whine and a plea.

“I’m almost there, please don’t stop.” He begs. His voice cracks at the end, making my desire go sky-high.

“Give me what I want.” I demand. Zayn’s arms push me so I’m back against the bed next to him. I hear a drawer open and close, obviously to grab protection. It goes on and he moans.

He cusses under his breath.

“You’re that hard?” I laugh. He can’t even put a condom on! I must be good…

“Not funny.” He pants, getting between my legs. The position we’re in turns me on. His hands are on either side of my head and the sound of his breathing is driving my nerves insane. His breaths are short little pants that are pushing me over the edge.

“Ready?” He whispers, planting a soft kiss to the base of my neck. Before I can answer, he bites the skin he’s just kissed. A moan escapes my lip, which he takes as an answer.

He goes in gently at first, which isn’t enough for me.

“Harder.” I beg, running my hands down the strong muscles of his back. He doesn’t need to be told twice; I’m soon in the best kind of pain possible. We hit our climaxes together and he rolls off of me, intertwining our fingers.

“I love you.” I whisper into the dark.

“I love you, too.”

For the first time, but definitely not the last, I fall asleep in his arms.

“Must’ve been a good night.” Lexi whispers loudly. We’ve arrived on shore early this morning for breakfast at a restaurant. Zayn and I had to shower and dress quickly, hence the fact we don’t look our best.

Well, Zayn always looks good.

But the others notice the way we both blush when our eyes meet and the way we fiddle to avoid making it obvious. Guess it’s not working?

“It was very good, for your information.” Louis says. “I could hear them through the thin wall separating our rooms.”

“Shush, Lou!” Eleanor is just trying to help, but she doesn’t deny his claim, making it worse. She heard us as well.

The others burst into laughter and I struggle to hold in a scream. Can you not see how embarrassing this is? His best friend and his girlfriend heard us getting it on last night.

Zayn’s hand grabs mine under the table, making me look over at him.

His eyes tell me one thing: I’m all in.

And if someone is willing to go all in for me, I know I’ve found something beyond perfection.