Always On Time: A Niall Horan Mini Series

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The bumps in the road on the way to Niall’s house were not helping the current state I was in. The seat rubbed against my center and made me coil as I focused on Niall’s hands gripping the steering wheel. They were massive, and I couldn’t stop thinking about those thick fingers inside of me once more, his calloused palms tracing my curves.

I couldn’t take it anymore, Niall was so gorgeous and I was burning up from my arousal and the blasting heat through the vents. I propped my foot up on the dashboard and scooted down just a little so I could spread my legs wide enough to touch myself. I moved my panties over to the side and sucked my fingers into my mouth before bringing them down to my clit. I was still wet from our earlier encounter and becoming wetter just by looking at him.

I was trying to be quiet, seeing I was embarrassed that I wasn’t able to keep my composure during a fifteen minute car ride. It’s not like I was sex deprived, but now that I had gotten another taste of Niall, my craving for him was overwhelming. His touch was everything. How had I gone so long without it?

Niall did a double take at me when a small whimper inadvertently fell from my lips.

“What are ya doin?” He licked his swollen pink lips and blinked rapidly, trying to keep his eyes on the road.

“I’m sorry, Ni.” I professed. “I just” –

“You’re such a naughty girl, touchin’ yourself like that. Why aren’t ya lettin’ me do it?” His tone was obstinate, angry almost. “Let’s see how wet you are.”

He stretched his right hand towards me, keeping his left hand on the steering wheel. He continued to watch the road as his hand cupped my center. He lightly slapped my clit a few times, making my body jolt.

He spread my folds open and stroked me slowly, chuckling to himself. “Yeah, definitely got ya worked up.”

He pressed two fingers to my bundle and made harsh circles, sending me into overdrive. “Fuck, Niall.” I whined, grinding against his hand.

He cocked his head to the side and smirked. “Damn, baby. Ya want it bad, don’t ya?”

He had my legs shaking, and just as I was about to come, we arrived at our destination. He pulled his hand away from me and licked my taste off of his fingers, winking at me after doing so.

“Home sweet home.”

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Niall’s house in LA was crisp and clean, just as I expected it to be. It smelled like cinnamon and a mix of his cologne, very comforting and homey. He took his jacket off of my shoulders and hung it on the fancy coat rack just by the stairs, along with his flat cap. His hair was messy and soft looking and I wanted his mouth on me just so I could pull it. I glanced around the beautiful home, admiring the simple interior design before I felt Niall’s presence behind me.

He rested his hands on my waist and pressed a soft kiss below my ear, his stubble ticking my neck. I could feel him smiling against my skin. “Where were we?”

He cupped my breasts in his hands while continuing to nibble on the shell of my ear and work his way down my neck. I pressed my backside against his front and could feel how hard he was for me. His lips found mine in a deep kiss, and as I allowed his tongue to enter I felt him start to lift up my shirt.

Suddenly I was very aware of where I was, who I was with. This was the famous Niall Horan, kissing and touching me in his Hollywood mansion. Holy shit.

My insecurities came creeping in; I was a bartender working at a grimy pub in a bad part of town, not going anywhere in life. I wasn’t so much a free spirit anymore, not since the real world broke me.

I had also gained weight in my tummy, hips and thighs in recent years. I had forgotten all about that when we were in that alleyway, the only source of light being the stars. But now that we were in his bright home, I wasn’t sure I wanted him to see me naked. The dark was my favorite, because I could pretend to be someone else.

What was I doing here? Why did he want me of all people? That night I had with him three years ago was amazing, but it was only supposed to be a one-time thing.

My body tensed and Niall noticed. “What’s wrong?”

I slowly pulled away from him, shooting him a small smile. “I shouldn’t be here.”

“What? Why?” He looked down at me, furrowing his brows.

Because I’m not good enough for you.

“I…have to be up early. Family thing.” I shrugged.

Niall narrowed his eyes at me, reading the sullen expression on my face. “You’re lyin’ to me, Carmen. Come on, what’s on your mind?”

I sighed and bit my lip. “I don’t know. I guess I’m just nervous.”

“Baby, look at me.” He retorted, placing his palm to my cheek. “Ya never have to be nervous with me.”

He wrapped his strong arms around me and kissed my temple. “We can do whatever ya want to do, petal.”

He was so sweet and so warm, unlike most of the guys I’ve dated around here. They never allowed me to be vulnerable. Funny how I’ve only spent two nights with Niall but I felt more comfortable with him than many other men I’ve come across in this town.

He made it easy.

My nerves calmed at his words and I let him hold me for a few minutes. Fatigue had taken over my body and as much as I wanted him to make love to me, I was just too tired.

“Do you think we could just go to bed?” I whispered.

“Sure, babe.” He stroked my hair for a few seconds before grabbing my hand and leading me up the stairway to his bedroom.

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I woke up to Niall staring at me, looking soft and cuddly. His hair was somewhat styled and he was wearing a soft white shirt with black lines on the sleeves. Simple but cute. He smelled like he’d just taken a shower, the fresh scent of Irish spring soap emitting from his skin.

“Look like a fuckin’ angel when you’re sleepin” He said huskily, a little bit of sleep still stuck in his throat.

I giggled as he nuzzled his face into my side. He was too fucking adorable. “Thanks, Niall.”
He leaned forward and pressed a few soft kisses to my neck, my jawline, and then to my lips. His lips stayed locked on mine for a moment before he dove in deeper, sliding his tongue into my mouth.

His lips were greedy and so were his hands. He got on top of me and shoved his hands under my shirt, squeezing my bare breasts (I slept in one of his t-shirts without a bra). “Your tits are fuckin’ perfect, just like I remember. They feel bigger.” He bit his lip as he continued kneading them, his eyes focused on my chest. “Please, let me see ya, petal.”

I squirmed underneath him, hesitating for a moment. He brought his lips to my neck, sucking on my sweet spot and soothing it with his tongue after a nibble or two. His hands were on my bare hips, inching my shirt up higher and higher.

“I just want ya bare and spread out.” He growled and pinched my nipple. “Ya think you can do that for me?”

His dominant side turned me on so much and I instantly felt the wetness between my legs. I nodded and flung my shirt off of me, not caring about the way I looked. The lighting in the room was fairly dim anyway.

He ran his hands over my hips as his eyes studied me. “Look at you, Christ.” He palmed himself through his sweatpants. “Got me fuckin hard, babe. Feel.”

He grabbed my wrist and placed my hand on his cock. He was right; he was hard and needed some relief. So I pulled his sweats down to his knees and gripped his little peach bum in both my hands, bringing his cock closer to my mouth.

I started off by swirling my tongue around his pretty pink tip, licking the precum from his slit. He hissed once I took him fully into my mouth and hollowed my cheeks, sucking him adamantly.
“Shit.” His eyes rolled back in his head.

He jutted his hips my way, gripping onto my hair. “Let me fuck that mouth, beautiful.”

I nodded and he plunged into my mouth even deeper, hitting the back of my throat and making me gag. “That’s right babe, choke on it.” His voice came out sinister.

His dirty mouth had me soaking for him, I could feel it. I released him from my mouth, strings of spit spilling out. “Niall, please just fuck me.” I begged.

He climbed off of me, turned me over on my tummy and slid my panties down my legs. He dug his fingers into my bum before pulling on my hips.

“Get that ass in the air for me.” He demanded as he smacked the tender flesh. I obliged and once I was on all fours he smacked my ass again, this time even harder. I got off on the pain and he knew it.

“Keep hitting me.” I pleaded, rocking my hips back and forth.

“Whatever the fuck ya want.” He growled and smacked me again. “You’re dripping for me, babe.” He swiped his fingers over my center before ducking his head down and using his tongue on me. He sucked my clit before licking a flat wide stripe up the center. Without warning he sunk into me, and I felt all of him. I felt every single ridge and vein of his cock against my clenching walls. He drove so deeply into me that it was almost unbearable.

“Oh my fuck!” I cried out as he continued slamming into me. I knew I was on the brink of orgasm as I felt the swirling heat in my lower tummy. My walls pulsated and I wanted to let go so badly.

“Niall, I’m gonna come.” I warned.

He squeezed my ass roughly before pulling out of me and flipping me onto my back.

“Not yet, angel.” He smirked, lifting my leg up over his shoulder fucking into me once more. I turned my head to the side and squeezed my eyes shut, not knowing how much more pleasure I endure.

That is until Niall gripped my chin firmly and jerked my head to face him again. “You look at me when I fuck you, understand?”

I nodded and tried my best to keep my stare glued to his piercing blue eyes. It was so hard to not let my eyes roll back in my head.

He began rubbing furious circles on my clit and my legs were shaking. I couldn’t take it anymore, I had to let go.

I felt my orgasm rippling through me, piece by piece. “Sorry, Niall.” I whined. “Niall…oh my…shit.”

When I opened my eyes, my spine was tingling and he was still fucking me lazily. “M’almost there too, petal.” He was breathless and sweating.

“Ya look so beautiful when you…ohhh fuck.” He moaned.

I threw my head back on the pillow when I felt his warmth come out in spurts over my tummy.
I lay there, trying to catch my breath when I saw Niall wobbling to the bathroom out of the corner of my eye. He came back out with a hand towel in his hand. My eyes fluttered closed as I enjoyed my post sex haze while he cleaned me up.

“That was…intense.” I hummed softly.

He smiled at me and traced over my collar bones with his index finger, his lips going to my ear.

“Oh baby, that was only the beginning.”

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