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Liam’s POV
It’s Friday night I should be getting out of the shower to a dress laid out on my bed paired along with my favorite heels, but tonight? I’m getting out of the shower and into my favorite pair of yoga pants and a hoodie. My hair is wrapped in a towel with no desire of being dried and honestly, I just don’t care.
It’s been a week since my boyfriend dumped me and you’d think I would be over it by now, but I’m not. We’ve been dating for 7 months, and suddenly my everyday life was no longer. So I was going to do what I do best in situations like this, curl up on the sofa with my Kindle and forget about the world, and maybe with the aid of some alcohol - that always helps.
But it doesn’t, because I’m just staring at the words in front of me with an unopened bottle of wine on the coffee table. It wasn’t until I felt a hand on my shoulder when I realized how late it really was. “Liam, are you okay?” Zayn’s brown eyes looked down at me, a look of concern that’s been etched on her face for the past couple of days. She hasn’t said anything about the breakup, just always made sure that I was okay and then dropped the subject, which I was grateful for.
I sighed, sinking further into the couch and breaking eye contact with her, “I didn’t expect it to hurt his much.”
She smiled down at me and gave a dry a laugh, “your heart can’t prepare for something you never saw coming.”
“Yeah, you’re right. I just,” my voice started to break and the tears that I’ve been holding back for so long finally broke free. Zayn quickly bent over and hugged me, her familiar perfume and tight embrace instantly calming me down.
“It will be okay, Liam, I promise you this.” She pulled back and looked at me, “I promise you things will get better and what he did was a selfish dick move and you know it.” I do, I have no tolerance for cheaters, and yet here I am, crying over one.
“I know, but it’s hard to tell my heart to stop having feelings for him when he was my world.”
Zayn stood up quickly, holding out her hand, “C’mon, it’s late and I’m exhausted for working overtime and I don’t want to leave you alone, and besides we haven’t had a girls night in since you started to date that jerk.” She raised her eyebrows at me and gave me a dazzling smile. It’s true, we haven’t hung out in a while and it’s totally my fault. I missed her more than I realized even though we live together. I grabbed her hand and she pulled me up in one swift motion, and then dragged me into her bedroom. “Here,” she went over to her dresser and grabbed some cash laying there, “call for a pizza, and find a movie for us to watch on Netflix while I take a shower.”
“Okay.” I took out my cell phone, sitting on the edge of her bed and pulled up the local pizza shop that delivered. The line was busy so I waited a bit before I pressed redial and I couldn’t help but have my eyes wander and noticed the bathroom door was ajar.
I could see Zayn perfectly.
I know I should look away and give her that privacy, but I couldn’t help myself. Something in the way that she was slowly undressing herself had my eyes locked on her. She stood in front of the mirror, taking off her jewelry; the earrings, the rings, and the long necklace that disappeared into her light purple blouse. Next she unzipped her black pencil skirt, shimming out of that until she was left in a pair of black thigh highs connected to her lace panties.
Zayn watched herself in the mirror as she unbuttoned her shirt and let it fall where her skirt lay. She let down her hair next, the French twist falling into curls around her breast where they hid behind lacy material. I tore my eyes away when she reached behind her back to take her bra off and turned towards the shower. I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding and pressed redial on the phone.
I could hear the water turn on the moment someone from the pizza place picked up, but I lost my voice because a movement caught my eye and what I saw froze me in place. Zayn stood naked her one hand cupped her breast while the other one was between her legs. Her eyes were closed with her mouth open slightly and the moan that left her lips left me gasping me for air.
"Hello?" I blinked a few times, trying my best to forget what I just saw because she was my bestfriend and I couldn't think of her like that, could I? I shook my head and cleared my throat and ordered our pizza like nothing just happened, because that's what it was... nothing.
Or so I thought.
**
Zayn threw her pizza crust into the lid of the pizza box on the floor laughing at me for confessing to her that I've never went down on a guy. "Not funny!" I pushed her where she sat beside me on her bed, our movie muted long forgotten. I don't even know how we got on this subject honestly.
"C'mon, you're joking, right?" I laid back, my head hitting a pillow and curled in on myself, hurt by her joking when I know I shouldn't be. "Liam, I'm sorry, it's just." She stopped talking and laid beside me, her arm over my stomach and her head on my shoulder.
"Just what?"
She shrugged, "never mind. Here, get up." I did as I was told, moving down the bed a little as she climbed behind me, her legs on either side of mine so my back hit her chest. It's a position we've been in before, but tonight felt a little different. "Mind if I?" I shook my head no and melted a little when she began to massage my shoulders.
"Chad never did this," I confessed into the silence later, sadness filing my voice.
"Never?" Zayn's hands slipped underneath my hoodie, pulling it up and over my head, the cool air causing my skin to break out into goosebumps.
"Never." Her hands were on me again, kneading the knot in my lower back that had me holding my breath.
"I need you to breathe, Liam."
"Sorry." I did as I was told, closing my eyes and allowing myself to get loosen up. I never knew how tight I truly was.
"There, I think I got them all." She pulled me towards her so we were both lying down. Her hands landed on my stomach, mindlessly drawing designs and I felt safe. "I'm really sorry for what you're going through."
I sighed, "Thanks, I'm finally realizing he wasn't good for me. Like, we didn't even cuddle like this.
"You didn't?"
"No, after we had sex he'd fall right to sleep. It took me a long time to get over the fact that I'd never get a tender touch from him." Zayn wrapped her arms tightly around me; I could feel her nose at the back of my neck and her lips against my skin.
"Every women deserves after sex cuddles, and how can't a guy know we need tender touches? How did he even turn you on?"
I snorted, "he didn't. I think I was just desperate enough to just get laid."
She was silent for a moment and then she started to lazily drag her fingertips up my arms and back down and then slowly over the top of my thighs and back up again. "I could never do that," she whispered, "I would want my partner to be just as turned as I was. Make sure that their needs were taken care of."
"What would you do?" I found myself asking, my mind automatically flashing back to Zayn touching herself earlier when I know I shouldn't.
"Well," she said, pushing back my hair so it exposed my neck. "I'd touch them in the tenderest areas first." Her fingertips grazed over my neck and down to my collarbone. Her other hand landed on my thigh, rubbing up and down before coming up my sides and stopping right beneath my breast. "And then, I'd kiss their exposed skin." I gasped the moment I felt her lips on my neck, and I couldn't help but tilt my head so she could kiss it again, but she didn't.
"What else?" I leaned into her, finding myself desperate for her touch because I haven't been touched like this in a very, very long time.
Zayn shifted so she was beside me, kind of. Her left leg went behind my back while her right went underneath both of mine. I was still sitting between her legs because she could easily touch all of me if she wanted to - and I found myself wanting her to.
"I'd wait to see if they respond to my touch." She dragged her fingernails up my arm and I couldn't help but shiver. "To see if their breathing changes," mine has, "to see if their heart rate matches the fast pace of mine," pretty sure mine is about to flutter out of my chest, "but most of all, I'd wait to see them reaching for me when I pull away." Her hand trailed along my collarbone, down the center of my chest and then to the round plumb of my breast and instantly she pulled away from me. A whine left my mouth and I felt myself being drawn to her like she had a pull string on me.
"What would you do if they reached for you?" My voice was barely a whisper and filled with desperation.
I could feel Zayn looking at me, but I couldn't bring myself to look at her, afraid she'd get a laugh at how turned on I am. "Liam, look at me." I turned my head reluctantly and was shocked to see how close she was to me and there was no mistaken the way her eyes darted down to my lips and back up to my eyes. "Trust me?"
"Always have."
"Then I'd do this." She cupped my cheek, leaning in quickly and capturing my lips with hers and pulling back just as fast. I barely had time to register her lips on mine.
"So, yeah," she bit her lip, running her hand through her hair "that's how I would turn someone on and you probably think I'm insane for what I just did and--" I cut her off, attacking her lips with mine because that one taste wasn't enough and I needed more of her.
She gasped in surprise, her hands tangling into my tank top. I pulled away from her, totally embarrassed for how I just reacted, "sorry, it's just." I looked at Zayn, her eyes were dilated, her mouth was hanging open slightly and I could see how fast her chest was rising.
"Please finish that sentence." I moved from where I was sitting between her legs so I could straddle her hips.
"It's just," I twirled a piece of her hair around my finger and finally looked up at her, "that was the first time, in months, that I've been touched like that, and your kiss."
"Yeah?" She leaned in; our lips were so close to each other that I could feel her breath.
"Wasn't enough," she let her breath out in a rush, "and I want more." She closed her eyes and moaned, instantly taking me back to earlier when I saw her touch herself.
My hips moved of their own accord, desperate for some friction. Her hands landed on my waist, moving them against hers as I placed my hands behind her neck and tilted her head. I kissed her slowly this time, slotting our lips together, matching the pace of our moving hips. With each breath, her kisses became more desperate, and soon enough her tongue darted out to lick at my bottom lip. I opened up to her, moaning the moment her tongue touched mine. She tasted like the vodka we took shots of earlier, underlined with a delicious sweetness that I've never tasted before.
Her hands played with the hem of my tank top, pushing the material up and up until I felt her touch my breast. I moaned into her mouth as she grazed over my hardening nipple. She broke the kiss, just long enough to get the top over my head and began to kiss me again. I chased her tongue into her mouth, moaning in desperation and need.
Zayn dug her fingernails into my sides, her lips trailing down my jaw, onto my neck and further down my chest until she licked one of my nipples. I threw my head back as the sensation went right to my core. She took my other breast into her mouth, licking and nuzzling on it. I rolled my hips faster against her, my need becoming more apparent.
"I need more," I whispered into her neck when she pulled away from my chest, "I want more." My confession had her whimpering, my lips latching onto her perfect tatted skin. My hands traveled over her body, the thin material of her hoodie becoming insanely irritating. I pulled it off and gave her a puzzled look and I could actually see her blush.
"What? I get hot at night." Zayn had absolutely nothing on underneath it, her perky breast so soft and round looking. I latched onto them, needing to have something in my mouth and I was rewarded with her hands in my hair, holding me place.
Things moved quickly after that. She pushed me onto my back, latching onto my waistband of my yoga pants and yanking them down my legs, along with my underwear, until I was completely naked beneath her. I sat up; reaching for her pants as well and wasn't surprised to see she wasn't wearing underwear either.
Our need to touch each other turned desperate, but neither one of us wanted to rush things. She straddled my hips, kissing me passionately as our heat between our legs grew hotter. I reached between us, dipping my hand to where we were connected and was shocked to feel how wet she was. "You did this to me," she confessed between kisses. I moaned, closing my eyes, flicking my finger against her clit. "Shit, Liam." Her hips moved against my hand and before I knew it, she was biting my bottom lip, holding back a loud moan.
"Feel good?" She whimpered out a yes, the sound alone had me squeezing my legs together, my own wetness craving a tender touch. "Like it when I touch you like this?" I rubbed her clit in a circle before dipping one finger inside of her. She gasped, her legs shaking instantly. "Liam," she moaned, her head falling onto my shoulder. I needed her to moan my name like that again. "Faster," her hips started to move at a blinding speed, my fingers rubbing against her clit, dipping into her and back again. "Oh fuck, Liam," she grabbed the back of my hair, pulling my neck back so she could kiss me. I rubbed her pussy faster, her breathing becoming heavier making it impossible for her to kiss me anymore.
"Gonna come for me, baby girl?" Zayn let out a loud moan, her hips stilling as her body curled in on herself as her orgasm rippled throughout her body. It was the most beautiful thing I've never seen.
I continued to rub against her clit until she started to shake uncontrollably, her hand pushing mine out from between us. "Shit, Liam," she moaned, digging her fingernails into my skin. "Fuck, that was." She didn't finish her sentence, but kissed me, her tongue searching mine out with fire and passion.
Zayn pulled away with a wicked gleam in her eye, “it's your turn now." I had no time to react before she pushed me onto my back, leaning over me to place gentle kisses down my neck, licking and sucking until she reached my breast.
No one has ever touched me the way she is right now, so carefully, so tenderly, like she knows that I need this. I gasp as her mouth enclosed around my nipple, her tongue teasing me, the feeling sending a jolt of pleasure down to my core. I couldn’t help but moan, my hips lifting off the bed, so desperate for friction.
Zayn’s hands rubbed up and down my sides; each pass sending a shiver up my spine, each open mouth kiss causing a small whimper to leave my lips. She hovered over me, one arm on each side of my head, her eyes boring into mine. “Is this okay?” She whispered.
“Now you ask?” I laughed lightly.
“I know, it’s just…” She trailed off, biting her lip. I reached up, pulling her bottom lip out from her teeth, rubbing it with my thumb before leaning up and capturing it with my mouth. I laced my fingers in her hair, falling back onto the bed and bringing her with me.
She gasp in surprised and I took that opportunity to deepen the kiss, capturing her tongue in a way that I’ve never kissed anyone before. It was so new, thrilling, and absolutely delicious.
We kissed like that for who knows how long, biting and licking into each other's mouths. I whined when she pulled away from me, but smiled when her lips found my collarbone, kissing lower and lower. “Zayn,” I gasp, her tongue licking a straight line down to my belly button, and then impossible lower. “Zayn,” I said again, worrying lacing my voice, “I, um, no ones, ever,” I stuttered, not being able to get the words out that no one has ever gone down on me.
Ever.
Zayn looked up at me, her impossibly long lashes fluttering over her cheeks as she gave me a sly smile, one that made me quiver with anticipation, want, and undeniable need. Her look alone had my legs falling further apart for her to settle in between, my heat was throbbing and her tongue licking along her bottom lip had me grabbing onto the duvet.
“Guess that means I just have to make it good for you. So. Fucking. Good.” She kissed the insides of my thighs with each word. I sat up on my elbows, wanting to watch for fear that this isn’t real, because it couldn’t be. Never would I have thought my bestfriend would be lying between my legs smiling as she licked her lips as she looked at my pussy like she wanted to devour it.
But she is, and fuck!
I fell back onto the bed the moment her tongue ran up my slit, “mmm, you taste so good.” I closed my eyes, groaning as this new sensation of pleasure filtered throughout my entire body. “You’re so wet,” she murmured against my sensitive skin, “can’t wait to lick it all up.” Zayn’s name fell from my lips in a loud moan, her talking turning me on even more.
“Shit.” Her mouth latched onto my clit; sucking it until she let out with a loud pop.
Zayn knew what she was doing; the way her strong tongue would flatten out to lick me up in one motion, and to how she dipped her tongue inside of me and then nuzzled my clit.
I couldn’t stop the constant moans and whimpers coming out of my mouth. My back would arch off the bed with one flick and in another I was grabbing onto her long dark hair to hold her in place.
She moaned against me, the vibrations adding onto the already tense pleasure and I knew I was going to come. “Zayn, oh, shit. I’m going, to, fuck!” My body seized completely as she latched onto where I was throbbing the most.
“Feel so fucking good, doesn’t it baby? Gonna come for me like the good girl that you are?” My legs closed around her at her words, instantly fucking against her tongue, chasing that release that I so fucking needed.
I could feel it, that pressure at the tip of my toes building and building until it consumed my whole body. Zayn moaned against my clit again, and then I sat up in a flash as she inserted two fingers inside of me, curling and hitting that spot instantly.
“Fuck! Zayn, oh my god.” My legs shook with intensity and I couldn’t catch my breath. I reached for anything that would anchor me to the bed because I was going to fucking fly.
Zayn's tongue and fingers moved in one motion, my body falling and falling until the building pressure exploded and my orgasm hit me like a lightning bolt. I was electrified and buzzing, every nerve ending was on fire as a blinding light filled my vision.
I couldn't move, my body completely frozen in place; my muscles tense as my breath was caught in my throat. "You taste even sweeter when you come," Zayn purred. I let out a loud moan, my body finally giving way, shaking and trembling.
Everything was too much and I needed more.
I reached for Zayn, my hands tangling in her hair and pulled her off of me. My eyes hooded as I watch her lick my wetness off her lips. I launched myself at her, attacking her mouth with mine and she let out a satisfying moan when our tongues touched. I could taste the sweet and saltiness of myself and it made me want to taste her.
“Liam,” she moaned between breaths, “I want to fuck you.” I bit her lip, groaning, the idea of going down on her faded away at her words. My hips started to move, automatically searching for friction as I shook my head yes.
Wordlessly we both laid down, scooting close together and moving our legs so our centers touched. I hissed the moment her wetness touched mine. My clit was already super sensitive and her little mewls and whimpers heightened the whole experience.
Zayn’s eyes latched onto mine, the way she held my gaze was hypnotic and I couldn’t look away from her. I watched as she bit her lip, throwing her head back as her hips started to move impossibly fast. Each graze of our clits caused her to let out these delicious moans that had me biting back my own.
Her hands found her breasts next, twisting and pulling at her nipples. I matched her movements, my body coming more alive with every thrust and soon enough I felt the quickening pull in my lower stomach.
“Liam,” Zayn gasped, “holy fuck, I’m gonna come.” Fuck! I clamp my legs shut against hers, moving fast and faster, my aching clit needing that final touch to send me over the edge.
“Come with me, yeah?” I barely got the words out before she started to shake against me, the tall tale of her orgasm rocking her to the core.
“Liam!” Her moan triggered my orgasm - that blissful high that had me climbing to the unknown.
Tangled legs, heavy breathing, and the loud beating of my heart welcomed me back. I let out a heavy sigh, feeling relaxed and stressed free for the first time this week. I moved, needing to be close to Zayn. She welcomed me into her arms wordlessly and I felt so safe.
“Would I be weird if I said thank you?” She laughed, rubbing my arm.
“I like chocolate and flowers.”
I scrunched my nose up at her, “no, but like, you made me forget about him and I feel.” I stopped talking, not sure if I could say what I wanted to say.
“Yeah?” She edged.
“Relaxed.” She hummed in agreement, pulling me into a hug. “This won’t change things between us, will it?” I wondered out loud, I can’t afford to lose my best friend, either.
She turned to look at me, “as long as you need me, I’m here, and even beyond that, I’m not going anywhere.” Zayn’s words held conviction and my heart fluttered in a way it’s never fluttered before.
I closed my eyes, allowing sleep to pull me under with the thoughts of what tonight meant besides a random hookup, because this fix is only temporary, right?