Born To Be Wild

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his eyes… 

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Tied & Teased - Part Two

Part One

(Y/N)’s P.O.V:

His lips made their way down my stomach until they were just above my clit. He sat up next to me and traced circles with his finger on my hip bone.

“Same rules apply; you don’t come or make a sound until I say you can, understand?” I nodded; his voice had a hint of aggression mixed with lust which made blood rush to my crotch. He leant in and kissed me, his lips were soft and the kiss was short. He was kissing his way down my jaw line, nipping at the skin. As he got to my neck he took the skin between his lips and sucked gently. I wanted to run my hands through his hair and push his down towards my centre, which was becoming wetter by the minute. His lips were relentless on my neck not leaving a spot untouched by his delicate lips. When he was content with the marks he had left on my neck he moved to my nipples. He took my left one in his mouth and flicked his tongue over it. He ran his tongue in circles around it causing it to harden. He took it between his teeth and pulled on it causing me to take a deep breath in. The initial pain subsided and was soon replaced with pleasure. Zayn playing with my nipples was causing my centre to pulse with need; I was wetter than I ever had been. Whilst his mouth was working on one of nipples his hand was playing with the other. His fingers were massaging my breast and flicking my nipple, when he finished with the one in his mouth he did exactly the same to the other. His spare hand was snaking its way up my thigh, his fingers traced along my slits.

“You’re dripping, you said you weren’t my slut but it seems like you want me in you,” He held up his fingers that were glistening from my juices, his breath on my neck added to my horniness. His voice was soft and husky. When he was away on tour we had phone sex, his voice made me come in a matter of minutes. He kissed down my stomach looking deep into my eyes, as he got to my clit he skipped over it and went to my thighs. My hips involuntary thrust upwards. Zayn kissed up from my knee down towards my dripping centre, which was aching to feel a part of Zayn touching it again. His tongue fell from his mouth and followed the path his lips had just taken, from my knee to mid-thigh. His mouth never comes closer, always stopping mid-thigh. Right now I was regretting tying Zayn up, it was fun at the time plus seeing his helpless, begging to come was hot. But now I was in the same situation and I hated it. His hard length was resting on my shin as he teased up my thigh, I moved my leg to simulate the head and hopefully get him to touch my centre. A relieved groan fell from him lips onto my thigh; he stopped what he was doing and enjoyed the feeling of his cock being rubbed. I stopped suddenly to tease him, even though he was supposed to be the one doing the teasing. He moved his legs so they were both in the middle of mine so I couldn’t touch his cock. I could tell he was annoyed that I had managed to tease him whilst I was tied up but he didn’t show it on his face. He moved his head so it was level with my knee and dragged his mouth down next to my centre letting his hot breath fall onto my skin. He looked up at me and flicked my clit with his tongue. My hips jolted at the sudden contact. Not making a sound whilst Zayn’s playing with my clit is going to be one of the hardest things I will ever have to do. His tongue repeated the motion as he kept eye contact with me watching my face screw up in pleasure. He flicked his tongue for a third time and final time pushing down adding more pressure making my body writhe against the sheets. Zayn came level with my face and looked at me, he laid his lips on mine and took my bottom lip from my teeth into his own and nibbled along it letting his tongue lick its way across where I had bitten down.

“Enjoying it?” He asked. I feel now what he felt before, I wanted to tell him to stop teasing me and just fuck me, I knew that if I did he probably wouldn’t let me come and would wank in front of me to release himself. Both things I couldn’t deal with, I needed to come and the sight of Zayn wanking would be too much, it might be weird the just the thought of Zayn wanking was enough to turn me on.

“I’m not sure whether I should let you make a sound or not, it would be great to hear you scream my name but you look fit biting on your lip stopping yourself form screaming.” He was really pushing things to the edge. Without warning he pushed two fingers onto my clit and rubbed, fast. Even if I wanted to make a sound I wouldn’t be able to. My head flew back and hit the pillow, Zayn’s arm across my stomach meant that I couldn’t move my hips to gain more stimulation. By the look in his eyes he was planning something.

“I suppose you can make a sound now,” He told me shuffling down so his head was level with my hip. “You’ll enjoy this,” I wasn’t sure whether to believe him or not. His fingers made their way back to my clit, he rubbed gently but only for 10 seconds. I was confused as to what he had planned. After a 10 second break he rubbed my clit again this time for 20 seconds and harder than the last time. He rested for 10 seconds, now I knew what he was doing and I’m sure that I would enjoy it. 30 seconds harder again, 10 seconds rest. By the time he was rubbing for a minute, the pressure and pleasure were too much; the feeling in the pit of my stomach was telling me that I was going to come.

“Zayn, oh god,” I groaned, he stopped right as I was about to come and smiled at me. The 10 seconds rest gave my orgasm time to subside, I knew that the next time he would rub me I would come. He moved in between my legs and started again with the pressure he used when he wanted me to come before he did when we were fucking. I moved my hips in time with his fingers to get to my orgasm quicker.

“Zayn I’m going to come, I can’t hold off any longer,” I warned trying to slow my hips so I didn’t come before he told me.

“When I tell you,” He commanded “And you have to look at me,” He increased his speed to tip me over the edge. My skin flushed a bright shade of red and my head flew from side to side. I was doing everything in my power to stop myself from coming.

“10…” I knew I wouldn’t last 10 seconds and I think he guessed form my body movements that I wouldn’t.

“5…” I was groaning uncontrollably, my toes were curling steadying my body for the impending orgasm.

“4…”

“3…”

“2…” He plunged two of his fingers into my without warning and struck my g-spot in one go, pulling the out and plunging them back in.

“1…”

“Now!” He shouted, as the words left his mouth my body let go and went into a wild spasm, I screamed the loudest I had ever screamed, my walls contracting around Zayn’s fingers, legs around his shoulders, hands into fists pulling desperately at the restraints. Coming down from my high I looked up to see Zayn kneeling up between my legs with his rock hard cock pointing towards my centre.

“Fuck that was amazing!” I breathed.

“You didn’t look at me when you came.” As my orgasm ran through my body I forgot Zayn’s command to look at him, I didn’t know what he was going to do as a consequence and to be truthful I was a bit scared. “I’ll let you off seeing as though you’re hot.” I breathed a sigh of relief that he wasn’t going to put me through more teasing. His cock was nudging my entrance, even though his fingers were just inside me I needed to feel his cock inside sliding past my lips, hitting my g-spot.

“Put it in please, haven’t you teased me enough?” I begged. He took his cock in his hand and placed it on my clit, which was still red and swollen from my previous orgasm. He pulled it back and let it fall on my clit causing a moment of pleasure to rush through my body. He smirked at the sight of my body shaking from the contact of the head of his cock on my clit. Zayn placed the head at my entrance and entered me in one swift movement. I gasped as his whole length filled me up. Even though he had been in my once tonight already I still wasn’t quite used to his size.

“I won’t last long so I’ll make it count,” His voice contained the sincerity it usually did. He leant down and took one of my nipples in his mouth as he began to thrust into me. His tongue was soft against my nipple, swirling it around trying to give me as much pleasure possible. His thrusts were urgent and quick; his hand was back on my clit like it lived there. It was sore from all the rubbing Zayn had already done to it but I didn’t care I wanted to come again, this time with Zayn inside of me. He kissed my neck adding to the marks that were already there. The head of his cock began hitting my g-spot with every thrust.

“Zayn harder,” It seemed now that I was the one in command even if I was handcuffed to the bed. His thrusts speeded up so he was hitting my g-spot without pause, my body tingles as my fourth orgasm of the night approached. His head fell low as he tried to get me to come before himself. I looked down passed his head to see his cock slipping in and out of me shining from my juices and the light that filled the room.

“Come for me.” He looked deep into my eyes as he spoke. I let myself go completely becoming lost in the feelings that were filling my body. I screamed and bit down on Zayn’s ear lobe as I came and fell back against the bed. Zayn’s face scrunched up as his orgasm began. He threw his head back revealing his neck, which was covered in love bites, to me his body clenched and let go as he spilled his come into my for the second time tonight. He fell next to me, panting. His skin was covered in sweat, his hair was a matted mess and his cock was covered in my juices. To be quite honest he had never looked hotter! He took the handcuffs off my and threw them across the room.

“How about we get them out more often?” He asked brushing a stray hair behind my ear.

“I’m all for it!” We lay in silence staring at the ceiling thinking back over the night’s event.

“Wait a minute, you had four orgasms, I had two” Before he finished his sentence I could see where it was going, he was going to tell me that I owe him two orgasms. “You owe me two orgasms!” So predictable I thought.

“Another night, I’m too tired!” I told him as I snuggled into his chest and fell asleep listening to the sound of his heart beat.

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