Your Creation • Zarry

8. Captivated

I had no idea what was going on between me and Zayn. There were too many thoughts racing around in my head like lightning, too many questions and no answers, but what I did know was that I wanted to experience Zayn's hands on me again but I didn't know what to expect. All he responded with was "Alright, see you later x" and that was too vague of a response for me to gauge where he was at or what the situation was going to be. Should I bring up what happened or play it cool? I felt so anxious.

A few hours had passed and I was writing down tons of thoughts into my journal and then I finally heard Zayn talking to Ben downstairs. I took a few deep breaths, trying to settle my nerves. He was my friend. Why was I nervous about seeing my friend? Should I greet him or wait for him to come to me? What was I going to say? What if I was wrong about the whole thing? I was annoying myself at this point with how my brain just wouldn't shut the fuck up and then I heard the sound of heavy Dr. Marten boots trudging up the stairs to the attic.

I was laying on my floor wearing black sweatpants, my white Rolling Stones t-shirt and an olive green beanie and despite the fact that I was wearing comfortable clothes, I did not feel comfortable; I felt like the butterflies in my stomach were having a rager and making a mess everywhere.

Zayn finally emerged into the attic with his perfect quiff and his perfect face, paired with a black and white Jimi Hendrix raglan t-shirt and a black leather jacket over it. He looked so good; I wanted to die. I quickly stood up from laying on the floor, pressing my lips together in silence as Zayn walked over to me, but he didn't say anything. I just stared into his eyes and in that moment I felt captivated.

Before I knew it, Zayn was pushing my body back onto the mattress on my floor and suddenly his body was on top of mine, pinning me down. This is the one scenario I hadn't seen coming off the bat but it certainly was the one I had hoped for. I breathed him in and he smelled specifically like cigarettes, weed, vanilla and a hint of aftershave and I found myself basking in it.

Zayn leaned in to me without any hesitation and then, planted his soft lips upon mine. This was something that hadn't happened on my birthday and my whole body shuddered when I felt his velvet tongue slip inside of my mouth. My arms wrapped around him while he continued kissing me deeply, our tongues caressing each other to the same silent rhythm without missing a single beat and I felt like I was floating.

He lowered his body so that we were touching close and then I felt his hard cock on top of mine. I swore my heart was going to beat right out of my chest. Zayn started rubbing himself on me slowly as he kept kissing and I bucked up to mirror his motions. My hands then wandered down to his ass and I grabbed onto it without even thinking, thrusting him even closer to me so I could feel the firmness of his cock as much as possible. I didn't know what was happening but I wasn't about to ruin the moment by questioning it. I also didn't realize I was such a moaner until then, because that's all that kept escaping my mouth whenever he touched me, it was automatic, and I could tell he liked it because I felt him smiling.

Zayn abruptly sat up and pulled me with him so that I was straddling his lap and I could feel my heart beating as he pulled away from me. He still didn't say anything but he kept looking at me with this look that I had never ever seen before, but a look that I was now never going to forget. Zayn removed my t-shirt over my head, revealing my bare chest and started gliding his tongue gently up and down my neck, sending shivers up my spine. He started kissing on my chest next and I felt my breathing intensify as he got lower and lower and I just sat there on his lap, my eyes fluttering close, feeling him explore every inch of my skin. He then laid me back onto the mattress and kept kissing me gently down towards the top of my pants until I finally spoke.

"You're driving me crazy," I let out as my I felt my cock throbbing so hard that it was actually starting to hurt.

I opened my eyes and looked down to see his face looming in between my legs, smirking. God damnit, why did he look so fucking good? He was just staring up at me with those enchanting eyes and I felt like I was in some kind of trance. Zayn lowered my pants slowly and exposed my thick, stiff cock, which was literally pulsating, and then his lips met the tip of my head and I felt his warm tongue glide over the slit as pre-cum dripped out and I watched him lick it up. Holy shit.

"Oh God," I moaned while closing my eyes.

What did I do to deserve this?

His mouth lowered onto my cock and it entered deeper into Zayn's mouth until I felt it almost reach the back of his throat and I was on cloud nine. All of his saliva was leaking onto me, dripping down the shaft of my cock as he continued sliding the length of me in and out of his mouth, over and over again and it felt so unbelievably natural, like he had done this before or something.

I couldn't help but savor every minute that I felt his tongue moving up and down and I didn't think that there was a better feeling in the world than this one. Zayn had his hand clutched around me firmly at the same time, and I could feel my body tensing up the longer he kept at it. I tried to hold onto this feeling for as long as I could, I really tried, but I just couldn't restrain myself anymore as I felt my legs stiffen in front of me.

"Zayn I'm gonna...I'm gonna..." I trailed off, feeling myself go over the edge.

Zayn then withdrew his mouth from my cock, but still kept it tight in the grip of his hand as I let out the most unrecognizable moan. I came so hard all over my stomach and I swore I had never released that much in my life. I kind of felt like I was a virgin all over again. I laid there and kept my eyes closed, breathing heavily as I slipped into the most intense, most incredible feeling of ecstasy.