You had been sitting next to Niall all afternoon watching television, a football match to be specific. It wasn’t a particularly important one but Niall loved his football. You supposed you should be counting yourself lucky it wasn’t golf. Currently, instead of the screen, you were watching Niall’s back muscles move beneath his soft white t-shirt. You let your eyes travel down from his back to his waist where you could just barely see the waistband of his grey joggers. You smiled to yourself when you realized that he wasn’t wearing boxers. He rarely did when he was just going to lay about the house. You brought your hand up and lightly dragged your nails down his back. He groaned a little, the sound coming from deep in his throat. He always liked it when you scratched his back for him. But let’s be honest Niall liked it when you touched him. Period. The end. He was a boy that was easy to please and you were happy to do it.

You were starting to get an idea in your head. Just something you felt like doing. You were going to thoroughly distract Niall from this game. You crawled onto his lap, straddling his legs and pushed him back against the couch. He chuckled softly looking up into your eyes. “Can I help you, babe?”

You smirked. “No.You just keep watching your game. I can help myself.”

Niall quirked up a brow curiously and watched you for a moment longer before moving his eyes back to the television. You leaned down and grazed your lips over his neck, nipping and sucking at the skin there. You felt him move his head to the side to give you better access and you smiled against his skin. You breathed him. He smelled so good, a mixture of his deodorant, cologne, and his own personal musk. It was a scent that made your toes curl and a heat rush through your body. You moved down to his chest, pulling at the loose collar of his shirt, exposing the patch of coarse chest hair. You dragged your lips over it. It was one of your favorite things. Niall’s hands moved to your arms and began stroking them up and down. You lowered yourself to the floor between Niall’s legs and smiled up into his face as you palmed over the bulge growing beneath his sweats. He wet his lips and his breathing grew faster in anticipation as he watched you. You played with the waist of his pants and he raised his hips allowing you to pull them down, releasing his hard length. It sprang forward before resting against his stomach. You wrapped your hand around the base and licked your lips. This was going to be fun.

Your eyes met his as you slide your tongue across his tip, tasting the tiny pearl waiting there. A hiss of breath escaped Niall’s mouth and it made you smile. You used the tip of your tongue to trace down his smooth taut skin, following his veins like a road map. He moved his body lower, making himself more comfortable, sinking into the couch. You kissed and licked your way up and down him before finally wrapping your lips around his head and sinking down over his swollen head. You were rewarded by the sound of the tv being turned off and a sharp intake of breath from Niall. His hands knotted themselves into your hair as you flattened out your tongue and let him slide all the way into your mouth. His hips thrust forward just barely and you felt him tap the back of your throat. It made you moan around him and his fingers gripped your hair tighter at the feeling. You used your hand and stroked him while your lips and tongue devoured him, moving in perfect synchronicity. Mumbled curses slipped from Niall’s lips as you increased your speed. “Jesus Christ…Oh… Fuck…” His hips rose to meet your own movements and you felt him twitch against your tongue. “Fuck. I’m gonna…Oh Christ…” You felt him pulse as he thrust forward one last time and filled your mouth with spurts of hot thick juices. You hungrily swallowed it down before slowly lifting your mouth from him. You sat back on your haunches and looked up at his blissful face, smiling. He lazily smirked at you as you ran your thumb across your bottom lip making sure you didn’t miss a drop before bringing it into your mouth and sucking it clean. Watching your movements, he laughed, the sound coming out in a shaky breath. His voice was rough and his accent thick when he spoke. “Fuck, I love it when you do that.”

You shrugged. “I can’t help it if I like the taste you…” You raised yourself so you were kneeling again and he pulled you back to his lap. With hands on either side of your face, he kissed you. His tongue swept your mouth and he explored you, catching tastes of you and himself mixed together.. His kiss left you breathless.

He dropped his forehead against your and stared into your eyes. “You know, I think I might like to have a taste of you now.” You dragged your bottom lip through your teeth and took a deep breath because you knew exactly what that meant.

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