Niall had been out with a few of the LIC today. They were celebrating the beginning of his break before the start of the next tour by catching a rugby match between Ireland and England. He’s already been gone most of the day so I am expecting him back at any moment. That’s when I hear the front door open and some loud, raucous voices sound from the entryway. I walk out of the bedroom where I was putting away some clothes and I smile when I see Niall surrounded by his friends. All of them are laughing and red in the face. It has clearly been a day filled with drinking and sport.

Niall looks up and spots me. Throwing his hands in the air, he calls to me. “SUNSHINE!” He lopes over to me, his legs looking slightly wobbly beneath him and wraps his arms around me, pulling me close. I can smell the faint scent of whiskey on him along with beer and his regular smell. The whiskey explains the state he is in right now. Normally, Niall is just a beer drinker, but he can get extra fun when you give him a few shots. He plants a sloppy wet kiss on my cheek before turning back to face his friends, his arm draped over my shoulders. ”I told you she’d be here. Best girl in t’world, this one is. Look at her. Isn’t she amazing? I’m not sure how I ended up with her. She’s beautiful. Way too good f’me.” My face flushes with embarrassment as he keeps going. “I mean, Jesus Christ, you should see her when she’s..”

And before he can finish that sentence I jam my elbow into his side. The air rushes out of him with a solid oomph and a loud chorus of laughter sounds from the guys at the door.

With an indignant tone he asks, “Hey! What was that for?”

I roll my eyes and turn back to the guys. “Thanks for bringing him home. He seems like he had a good time.”

“I had an excellent time! Now I’m going to go change clothes. I’ll see you lads later.” Without another word he turns his back and heads for the bedroom, but not before smacking my ass on the way there.

I shake my head and say goodbye to the guys, closing the front door behind them. Niall is in quite the mood right now. This is going to be an interesting night. I walk into the kitchen to grab myself a snack when I hear Niall walk into the room behind me.

“What’s happening hot stuff?”

I turn around to find him leaning up against the door frame wearing only his white Calvin Kleins. He waggles his eyebrows up and down in an attempt to look sexy. At least that’s what I’m guessing he’s going for. What he has accomplished is about two degrees before sexy. Somewhere right around goofball. It doesn’t help matters when he starts dancing his way over to me. He looks adorable. His ass shaking as he sings the lyrics to one of his own songs. He shimmies the final few steps and I’m trying my best to hold in my laughter. “Come on, sunshine! I know ya missed me t’day. Why don’t you come and show me how glad ya’are to see me.”

The laughter I was holding in spills out and I lightly push him away. He sways gently on the spot. “Niall, I think you might be drunk.”

He sticks out his tongue and makes a loud raspberry sound. “Phhhbbbt! An Irishman is never drunk. We are only seasoned well. I’m just in a good mood cause we took it to those English bastards. Swept the pitch with them.” He steps closer and slings his arms low around my waist, his fingertips resting on the top curve of my ass. “I think you should give me a nice congratulatory kiss.

I laugh and lean forward, kissing the tip of his nose.

He scrunches up his face. “No. A bit better than that.”

I kiss his cheek this time.

He shakes his head. “Nope. Not there either.”

I laugh and finally give in. I kiss him gently on the lips. It’s a small little kiss and still not what he wants.

I hear him growl in his throat before his hands come up and tangle themselves in the hair at the back of my neck. His mouth takes mine and he kisses me deeply. I can taste him on my tongue and just like it always does it drives me crazy. He drags his mouth from my own and rakes his lips across my jaw. He leaves a trail of wet kisses down my neck. The tiny bit of stubble on his cheeks and chin tickles me and I giggle. He knows why and he rubs his face against me more causing me to squeal.

“Stop!” I try to put my cheek to my shoulder to block him out but he rubs his face in harder. “Niall! That tickles!” I push him off of me playfully and he looks up at me with my eyebrow up and a mischievous grin on his face. I know what is about to happen and I take off at a run around the table in the opposite direction of him. I can hear him chasing after me and he’s fast, faster than me that’s for sure. I feel his fingers grab my shirt and he yanks me back to him.

Before I even know it’s happening, I am dangling on his shoulder. “Niall!” I whine. “Put me down.”

His fingers dig into my side and I squeal again. “No whining or I’ll make it worse.”

I laugh. “Fine, no whining, but what is it you are planning on doing with me?”

“You’ll see.” He starts off towards the bedroom. I have the perfect view of his backside as he walks. I’m watching his muscles flex and move with each step. I shiver without meaning to. Niall pulls me from his shoulder and I land in a heap on the bed. With no words, his hands reach for the hem of my shirt and pull it over my head. He tosses it to the floor. It lands where I can see he removed his clothes before his impromptu dance. Next he unbuttons and pulls my jeans off, tossing them with my shirt. He stands back and looks at his handiwork with a smile. “There. That’s much better.”

“I’m glad you think so, but now I’m cold.”

He grins. “Oh, I’ll warm you up. Don’t you worry.” He starts to crawl onto the bed, between my legs. He levels his face with my own, his eyes taking in every feature. His fingers play with the line of lace at the top of my panties. “Do you know how hard it is to watch a rugby game when your mind is on other things?”

I reach up and stroke my fingers down his chest. “I’m not a huge rugby fan so I can’t say that I do.” I lick and bite my bottom lip. “What was on your mind?”

He sits back on his calves with each of my legs draped over his thighs. His big hands come up and with a quick swipe of two fingers, he pulls the cups of my bra down below my breasts. He grins when my breasts are pushed up and out, put on display just for him. His thick fingers move to the waist of my panties and he hooks them inside. I raise my hips off the bed and he slides them down my legs and off. After tossing those with the rest of the clothes he spreads my legs wide again. His hands slide down my thighs, massaging, thumbs rubbing circles on the soft skin. I watch as he licks his lips. “I was thinking about this most of the day. Thinking about you laid out in front of me.” He glances back up at me and smiles with laughter in his eyes. ”Now I’m thinking about how you tend to be a little ticklish right here.” He pinches the skin on my inner thigh. “And how sometimes you squeal when I rub my cheek right here before I taste you.”

I quickly go to close my legs, but he’s too quick for me. His strong hands hold my thighs down. “Niiiiaaalllll…” I whine again. “Don’t. Please! You know I’m super ticklish. Especially, your stubble.”

He dips his head down with a grin and rubs his cheek along the inside of my thigh. It’s a painfully pleasant mixture of sensations. Every part of me wants to clamp my legs closed. To stop his movements. But then part of me wants him to keep going. He rubs his cheek on the other side and I whimper. I feel his lips kiss the tender spot and it sends shots of need straight through me.

He grins up at me. “See, that’s not so bad now is it?” He raises himself and pins my body to the mattress with his own. “You are so cute when you’re halfway between mad at me and wanting me to fuck you til the sun goes down.” He bops his finger on the end of my nose. “My sunshine just can’t decide what she wants.”

I whine and push my hips against him, trying to create a little friction where I need it most. He feels my movements and lifts himself off of me. The loss of his body has me feeling cold and lonely. I try and reach up for him, but he moves my hand away.

“I have plans for you right now.” He stands up and pulls me to the edge of the bed. My hips are barely hanging on. He lifts one leg up and puts my ankle over his shoulder. His hands grip my hips as he lines himself up at my entrance. His eyes scan my body. The lust I see in them makes me ache for him. I can feel my juices pooling, waiting for him to slide inside me, fill me. “I love to see you like this. I love the way your skin flushes where I touch it. The way it tastes on tongue. The way your body feels like coming home.” Then he giggles like a teenage boy. “And with you like this I get to watch you bounce every time I slam into you."

Without any warning he does just that. I feel him slide into me, feel his hard length fill me, stretching me, and I fall in love with him more. His hands grip my hips, holding me steady as he pumps into me. With my heel on the edge of the bed I raise my hips and he hits that perfect little spot and I cry out.

"There’s my sweet sunshine. So pretty and pink. Wanting me to take her home.”

My own hands go up and grab my breasts. I roll my nipples between my thumb and finger and bite down hard on my bottom lip.

Niall groans as he watches me. “I love it when you do that.” He thrusts harder into me. “I love watching you. Watching you touch yourself while I fuck you is almost as good as watching you touch yourself for me when I’m gone.”

Can feel my high starting to build in my belly. But it disappears when Niall suddenly stops his movements. I open my eyes and he has himself in his hand, pumping back and forth. He crawls on to the bed next to me. “Get up.” He demands. “I want you on all fours. Now.”
I do as I’m told. I roll over onto my stomach and push my ass into the air, putting it on display for him. I hiss through my teeth when he brings his hand down, slapping it.

“I love this ass.” He smacks it again and I suck in another breath. “I want to bite it, it looks so good. I want to eat it like its my last fucking supper. And then I want to fuck it. But first I’m going to finish what I started…” He sticks three fingers knuckle deep inside me. “…right here.” He pushes my shoulders down so that my face is practically in the mattress and he replaces his fingers with his cock that he’s been stroking the entire he’s been talking.

I’m moaning out with every smack of his thighs to my ass. One hand grips my waist while the other hand finds my swollen sensitive clit. His fingers swirl in a circle over it and I am almost completely overcome by my senses. I’m calling out his name and Gods in the same sentence.

”Oh god! Oh god. Niall!!!” My orgasm practically explodes from me and I scream out.

Niall continues pounding into me as I clench around him. He’s moaning and talking at the same time. His voice is ragged and his breathing labored. “Oh Jesus. You’re so wet. And warm. Oooh…” I feel him twitch inside me and I know he’s filling me with his thick seed. “Jesus fucking Christ.” He mutters a few more curses under his breath as his speed slows and then stops completely.

I roll myself over with shaky muscles and Niall is looking down at me with a cocky grin on his face. “I like it when you call me god, sunshine.”

I playfully smack him and he catches my wrist in his hand.

He quirks up his brow and runs his tongue over his teeth. “I’ll have you saying it a few more times before the night’s over too. You just wait. I’ve got plans for you.”

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