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Music;

"Touch too much" AC/DC

"Slow Hands" Niall Horan

"This town" Niall Horan

"Perfect" One Direction

"Ignite" K-391 feat. Alan Walker, Julie Bergan, SeungRi

"Believer" Imagine Dragons

"One Night" Elvis Presley

"Take my breath away" Berlin

"Do you want me to call Lantry?" Niall asked as soon we were alone. I walked up the stairs with tired steps. "No, it can wait. What can he do?" I hadn't told Niall I'd seen Mark amongst the people outside the restaurant. At first, I hadn't believed my eyes but when I saw the roses I was convinced. I didn't want to think about anything like that tonight. If it was a countdown, and something nasty was happening to me the next days, I wanted to have fun. This day could just burn in hell. Not the night, that is. I had a lot of fun at dinner. I turned to Niall, who followed right behind me.

Since I was a step up, I was higher than him, but not by much. I smiled crookedly, "I want to have fun tonight." Niall wasn't convinced that was the way to go. "I want to forget everything that's happened and I want you to make me forget." He finally latched on to my thoughts and his eyes darkened.

I didn't realise the word "smoulder" was anything other than a phrase from love stories, but here we were, and Niall was smouldering. He bit his lip, and my breath got caught in my throat. I felt a finger move slowly over my right knee and wander to the back of my thigh. There it travelled upwards, antagonizing slow. He didn't look away from my face, and I burned. Was this how it was supposed to feel? I had never felt anything like this, but I had never had this many emotions mixed in it all.

When he reached the lower part of my butt-cheek, he used the whole hand. The warmth from his palm radiated from where he lingered. His voice was hoarse when he spoke. "Which song do you put on this soundtrack?" My head swam, and all he had done was touch me with one hand. My body swayed and pressed against Niall as he had a firm grip on me.

He waited patiently for my answer. "I..." I had to clear my throat, "I think maybe "A touch too much?" Niall cracked a smile but put his face in serious folds again. "Really? Is it a touch too much?" Instead of answering, my head fell backwards. His hand, touching me everywhere except the place that throbbed for him, it was sweet torture. When I looked down again, he had his phone in his right hand, but he put it straight away. Now he used both hands, caressing me, exploring me. My legs felt like rubber, and when he spoke again all the small hairs in my neck stood. "Do you know how badly I wanted to fuck you that first night?" His Irish accent thicker than usual. "I wanted to slam you onto that stage and fuck you mindless. When you rubbed yourself against me I could smell your arousal and I had to grip your thighs to hold me from impale you there and then. I envisioned myself cumming all over your tits, claiming you." His voice and words made all the blood in my body gather in one place. "I nearly punched Liam when he talked about his lapdance." His fingers swiped over the front of my underwear.

"I wished it was you." My voice was barely there.

"Come again?"

I opened my eyes and met his stare. "I wished it were you. I wanted you to be the one underneath me. I fantasized about your hands touching me." I don't know how he did it, but suddenly my ass hit the step I was standing on. It hurt, but not more than I could handle. Niall sat down before me, between my legs.

"What about the time in the library?"

Partly to torture him, I answered truthfully.

"Oh, I would have fucked the two of you."

I spread my legs, prepared to use all weapons. "And you would have loved it."

He swallowed heavily. "I'm sure I would." His blue eyes burned a hole in my brown ones. "What about now?" I felt his hands tug at my lace boxer, and without thinking I lifted my hips so he could slide them down my legs. "What do you mean?" All my focus was directed at what Niall was doing with his hands.

"Who would you fuck now?"

He inched my skirt slowly up, but not all the way. My chest was rising and falling like I'd ran a marathon. This was hard for me, giving up control like this. I rested my elbows on the step behind me, closing my eyes. Then his head went between my thighs and I felt his mouth latch on to me, I let a moan come through my lips.

He used his tongue in ways I've never experienced, and I nearly combusted. Writhing on the steps, I fought with myself-my need to take command was strong. I gave over and my body opened to him, I was almost there when he raised his head abruptly and left me hanging.

"I said, who would you fuck now?"

Overwhelmed, I let my heart and mind answer. "You. Only you."

That had to have been the right words because he dived back in and in the matter of two minutes my legs were shaking around his ears. The orgasm exploded inside me and made waves down to my toes. Gasping for air, coming down from my high, I realised we were still on the stairs. All the boys had to use them to get to their bedrooms, and I panicked. "Jesus, we have to move, we're going to get caught here." Niall smiled, with red cheeks and hair in disarray. Had I pulled it? Probably.

"Relax, I told them to stay away." My mind went blank for a second. "You what? When?" There was no way he could have anticipated this. "I sent them a text." Niall shrugged, pleased with himself. "You're saying that they are down there, knowing we are on the staircase, getting the groovy on?" I don't know why I called it that, my brain wasn't working. He lifted me and I put my legs around his waist. In this position I felt his arousal, pressing against me.

When we reached the top of the stairs he turned and shouted down below. "All clear, thanks mates!" I hid my face in Niall's neck, embarrassed. "Finally." Liam groaned loudly, while I heard Louis in the background. "Finally? If he doesn't last longer than that I feel sorry for her fine ass." Niall's turn to be embarrassed and I couldn't help myself. "I was the only one that got off now, I'll keep you posted on the rest!" My voice was vibrating with laughter and Niall fled the hall as I heard the boys erupting in laughter downstairs.

Inside, we both were laughing softly. Niall rolled his eyes, "I love them, but that doesn't mean I don't wanna murder them sometimes." Standing in the middle of the room, I tried not to think about my hours here earlier. Niall came up behind me and rubbed my arms; "You alright?" Trying to be more honest about my feelings I breathed in. "I will be."

Niall went over to the table and put his phone down, he opened the cabinet which was to the left of the bed and turned on something. Low music started pouring out of hidden speakers and I watched him saunter back to me. I sighed inwardly of his good looks. Now I knew he was a wonderful person, but I couldn't blame all the millions who claimed they loved him just from looking at pictures on the web.

"I know it's cheesy to put on your own music, but there is a point to it." He laid one hand on my hips and grabbed my hand with his other. He started slow dancing through the room. I didn't know what the point he was talking about was, but I just enjoyed the moment. He started singing to me, and I smiled. I didn't know he could be this romantic. It was a bit unfamiliar; my relationships had consisted of a few dates and then quick sex. I hadn't seen the use of romance with them, but I realised now that I had missed out.

"If the whole world was watching, I'd still dance with you..."

I felt a tear fall, but I didn't do anything, just let it fall. This wasn't how the night was meant to go. I wanted fun and distraction.

He cleared his throat.

"Carolin, I know you won't believe me, but trust me when I say that I haven't felt like this before."

I took a step back. "Niall, you are saying that while quoting a song that you probably wrote for someone else."

Was I mad to dismiss this? Every girl would kill to be in my shoes. I continued the dance, I knew he'd had other girlfriends. They didn't bother me, but the fact that Niall claimed that he hadn't felt like this before two weeks into a relationship did. Why couldn't we just be Carolin and Niall? No labels. Niall hugged me closer.

"I wrote it for someone I hoped I would meet someday. Someone who felt like home the moment I met them. This town is every town you happen to be in."

I stopped but remained in his arms. "Don't. Don't do this to me. You know you will disappear out that door and out of my life. It's just a matter of time. Can't we be enough without deep words?"

Afraid of my own feelings I continued. "You can quote "Perfect". That song can be about us." I heard the plea in my voice.

"Carolin, you need to let go. Let someone love you. Allow yourself to be worthy." He kissed me tenderly. "Even if I'm not the one for you then practise on me, so you'll be ready when they come along."

The thought about being with someone else than Niall seemed wrong, and that was disturbing.

He kept on kissing me, his warm lips leaving me speechless. I had never been kissed like this before; lovingly, heartbreakingly. With a groan I surrendered my body, but not my will. My hands wandered up to his hair and tangled themselves in his fluffy hair. He gave a low humming noise when I tugged. "What song pops up in your head now?"

"Ignite" I didn't think about it, my body ignited. Niall asked Alexa to play the song, and it was so smooth that I had to laugh. Our lips crashed against each other, he opened to my tongue. I felt him drop and his hand went behind me and lifted me up. Blindly, he staggered in the direction of the dresser, I saw him take a quick glimpse to check before he dropped me on it. "I need you naked." I didn't dare to refuse his wish, the need in his voice was urgent. My black dress was gone in an instant, leaving me in my bra. I took a second to wonder where my underwear had gone but laid it aside. Niall smirked as he popped open my bra, expertly figuring out that it opened in front.

"Sit there"

I watched him lower the lights and begged him to come back to me.

"Patience, woman."

He gave me a stern look. "Don't laugh." I heard "Believer" by Imagine Dragons over the speakers. Niall unbuttoned his shirt slowly. He had his head down but looked at me. My body was on fire, was he stripping for me?

He made a turn when he took off the shirt and looked over his shoulder when he dragged it over his smooth shoulders. His muscular back came to sight and then his lower back. He tossed it away and my mouth was so dry. He came over to the dresser and lifted me down, I was sure I had left a spot; I was so wet for this man.

He then sat me on a chair, I felt defenceless sitting here naked. He licked my nipples one by one but when I reached for him, he stepped away.

"No touching."

I moaned, I wanted to touch him so bad.

He cocked an eyebrow. "Don't make me tie you up."

He sat on my lap and pulled my hair; he gave me a kiss that promised me nothing but sins. I watched as his hands slowly opened his pants, the sound of the zipper was barely to be heard over the music, but the sound was so sexy. Then he did what I've always wanted to do in my days of stripping; he tilted the chair backwards and stopped it right before I hit the floor. He then let me lay on the floor, still seated, but with my legs up as he towered over me. His pants went flying, it seemed he was enjoying himself. The next song took over, "One Night" by Elvis. Had he planned this?

My mouth gaped as he stood above me, showing his arousal clearly. I was throbbing and I felt the wetness glide back and cover my butt crack. Trying to win back some control, I laid my arms behind my head, so my boobs jutted out. I saw him lose focus and gave a short victory smile. It didn't last long, Niall sat himself down gently on my stomach, leaned over me and held my arms still.

I felt his dick against my stomach, warm and hard like steel.

"Who do you want, Carolin?"

"You."

My voice sounded like it didn't get enough air.

"Do you want me to call Liam?"

I shook me head.

"Answer me."

"No, I only want you".

I tried pressing upwards, but the weight of his body kept me down.

"Keep your arms as they are."

I nodded, captivated by the command in his voice.

He took his hands and pressed my breasts together, when he let his thumbs slide over the nipples I moaned again. He then positioned his dick between my breasts and started fucking my boobs. His eyes wandered between my face and what he was doing. His mouth was slightly open, and I heard him take his breath in short gasps. The image was so damn sexy, and I didn't know what was sexiest; his face or seeing his dick move up and down between me. He rolled my boobs in the same rhythm he was fucking me, and I got an idea. Putting my hands under my head I lifted my head up and forward. In this position I could reach his tip when he thrusted forwards and he shuddered at the first touch of my tongue. On the next thrust he let it linger so I could swivel my tongue around his head. He didn't last long before he raised himself on all four over me, I had his length above me, and I took it all in. The taste of him made me groan and I felt him jump in my mouth by the motions made by the sound. I yearned for some stimulus, but he had a hold of my arms so I couldn't reach down and do it myself.

I let him glide out of my mouth, he was wet with my saliva.

"Niall? I need you to fuck me."

The working moral of an Irishman is impeccable, he stood, helped me up and flipped me around so I faced the bed. He then pushed my upper body down to the bed and I screamed when I felt his fingers on my clit. Not a moan, a scream.

"That's right, baby. Scream for me." His thumb went inside me and moved in a circular motion. "You. Are. So. Fucking. Ready." He made a pause between each word. He replaced his finger, and I felt the latex-covered tip of him pushing its way in. I groaned, even if I was wet and ready it was tight. He snapped for breath as he came further in. I felt myself pulsate around him, he gave me a second to adjust to his size, before he started moving. Slowly, so slowly. I tried pushing back to speed it up, but he held my hips steady. I wanted to see his face but couldn't get my head in that angle. I gave up and concentrated on the feeling of him inside me. Finally. He muttered something under his breath, and I felt him move faster. I was already building up, I felt like I was in Fifty Shades and all I needed was for Niall (Mr Grey) to tell me to come and I would explode. I rested my head and upper body on the bed, and it made my ass stand up in the air. Niall grabbed a buttock but kept one hand on my hip still. "Please; I need to move." My voice was weak and pleading. "I need... I need." I ended my sentence in a moan. I felt sweat dripping on my ass, and Niall swore. "You need to lose control, that is what you need." I almost cried; "I am, I have no control, please let me come." He didn't answer but loosened his grip so I could move. Despite the heat I felt all the hair on my body stand, I was so sensitive.

I pushed against him and all I could hear was music and the sound of our bodies crashing together. My soul left my body at the same time my body exploded. The waves crashed over me, dragging me down and under. I vaguely felt Niall pick up speed and moan as he poured himself in  to me. My body kept on coming and coming, I had to take deep breaths as to not pass out. Niall withdrew slowly and I winced as he left me empty. I fell forward and laid still on the bed. I felt Niall lay beside me, half of his bodycovering me. I appreciated the closeness, I realised with surprise. "Wake me up when September ends" I whispered as I felt him kiss my shoulder. He snickered and I was gone.

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