× Horan

"I haven't seen you this wasted in a long time," Jace observed, his face highlighted in blue, pink, and purple from the flashing lights in the room.

Club TEN was a few miles away from the university, and the place Andrew decided that the victory party would be located. The club was packed, you couldn't go anywhere without accidentally grazing someone's ass. In the middle of the dance floor, a couple was grinding on each other - full blown, national geographic, animal love making. Across the room sitting in one of the private booths were a group of older women in leopard print dresses and high heels, throat deep on a nineteen year old boy - sucking the life out of his youthful soul.

"Never 'ad a reason to," I slurred as I leaned against the wall to keep myself up right.

I focused my attention on the flashing lights overhead as I felt myself sliding down the length of the wall. The room started to get dizzy, but I continued the conversation anyways.

"I- I screwed up. It's like fuckin' whiplash between da two of us."

"Exactly," Jace expressed. "Which means this isn't over."

I took another drink of my beer in answer to Jace's comment. As I tilted my head back, I closed my eyes and instantly regretted it. The room was spinning around me and I felt myself falling away from the wall. My eyes flew open and my beer sloshed over my hand just as someone steadied me on my feet.

"Alright, come with me," Jace said as he grabbed my forearm and led me through the groups of people.

"Where-" I started as I stepped on someone's foot. "Where we goin'?"

Jace didn't answer and continued pushing through the people until we were at the bar - a fifteen foot long, sleek white counter with matching stools and a huge selection of alcoholic beverages on display.

"Sit," Jace demanded and pulled me to one of the stools. "And don't leave this spot. I have to use the toilet and I expect you to be here when I get back."

I stared at Jace, trying to understand what he was saying. "Have yer eyes always been so blue? I could take a swim in dem..."

He ignored me and grabbed the beer in my hand as he slammed his palm on the counter, drawing attention from one of the bartenders.

"Whatever you do, don't serve him any more drinks, okay?" Jace asked the tender who nodded. Jace's eyes - his very blue, blue eyes - looked over at me again. "Stay here."

As soon as I saw him disappear into the bathroom, I turned to the bartender. "I'll give ya a hundred quid if ya give me another pint."

The lad was tall and lanky with long black hair on the top with it nearly shaved on the sides. The tender's eyes looked like melted gold and they twinkled under the hanging lights of the bar. The name tag on his vest read Tim. Or maybe Tom. I wasn't sure because it was hard to focus on the white lettering without it blurring.

He just shook his head. "Sorry, mate."

"Listen, Ted" I pressed. "You seem like a nice lad. All I'm askin' is to have one beer. I'll give you anythin' for it."

The Ted lad just shook his head with an apologetic smile.

Right then someone leaned into the counter beside me, their back to me talking to her friend. She had short red hair and smelled of grapes and sweat. A fruity drink was in her hand and she was gesturing widely to her friend with the other. She looked around my age, wearing a tight white dress with slits up her thighs.

"'Ey," I said as my hand grazed her bare arm gently. I saw goosebumps rise on her flesh from my touch as she turned around. "What's yer name?"

"Mona," she droned, a flirty smile on her lips.

"Well, Mona," I said lowly and leaned in closer on my elbows. I pointed to her fruity drink in her hand and whispered, "Are ya goin' to finish dat?"

The smile on the girl's face faltered until it changed to sour. She turned her back on me and grabbed her friend, walking away with a huff. On the other side of the counter, the bar tender was laughing at our exchange. I ignored him and leaned my face down on the sleek surface, my cheek pressed into the cold counter top.

The club was buzzing with chatter and techno music, lights flashing all around, momentarily shining on someone's face before moving away to someone else like a search light. White booths surrounded the circumference of the room with a glittery dance floor in the center. I knew the whole team was somewhere here, I saw Reece and Dylan across the room trying to seduce some girls on the dance floor a while ago, and Andrew was sitting in one of the chairs with a dark skinned girl on his lap.

Jace should have been back by then, right? I thought so, anyways. I didn't know, time was weird - it could have been a minute or two hours, I wasn't sure. Nor did I care. I just wanted another drink.

I noticed a girl with long hair pulled back in a ponytail on the edge of the dance floor. She was holding a glass with brown liquid inside, I couldn't help but notice. Right then the few people blocking my view from her moved away and I saw that the long hair was a mixture of brown and blonde and that she was wearing a tight, black dress that showed off every curve of her body. It wasn't until she tilted her head in my direction did I see that it was Lynn. And that she wasn't alone.

A tall lad with dark hair was standing in front of her. I looked closer at him to see if it was Harry or her brother, but the lad's hair was too short and his shoulders too broad to be either of them.

Then Lynn wrapped her arm with the drink in her hand around the lad's neck as the bloke reached down to grab Lynn's arse. I had no idea who the tosser was, but I instantly hated him.

Hopelessly, I watched as Lynn pressed herself closer to him and swayed her hips.

It was ridiculous how she was throwing herself at a guy she didn't even know and it pissed me the fuck off. But at the heart of it, that wasn't where the anger was coming from. I was envious, and below that I was downright disgusted because I couldn't help myself. The hot, intoxicating anxiety building in my chest burst suddenly, and it hit me.

I wanted her.

I didn't even know enough words to express how much that disturbed me.

The way she was arching into the lad... perky, round breasts pushed against his chest and her limbs draped over him with desire in her eyes, I wanted that. With her. Not just her body or the idea of her, but actually her. I could picture making marks on her body and pulling small whimpers out of her while I spread her out naked beneath me. The lack of respect of it ripped at me because the more I looked at her like that without keeping myself in check, the more the person I was supposed to think of as a teammate disappeared.

The bartender noticed my sudden tension because he asked, "Are you okay, mate?"

"I don't care what it is," I slurred in a low voice to the tender, forcing myself to look away from Lynn. "But for the love of God, give me somethin' with alcohol."

Tim looked at me long and hard before nodding and making one of his drinks. A few moments later, a tall glass with golden liquid bubbling over the rim was placed in front of me and I didn't waste another second before I took a drink.

Lynn kissing some tosser shouldn't have even been a problem on my radar. She shouldn't even have been on my goddamn mind! And yet...

She was forbidden fruit, but it connected in the pit of my stomach that all I would have to do is stand up and take her in my arms to make whatever the hell this ache in my limbs go away and drag her away to an empty room in the back. Something deep down told me that she would let me do it, too, and that drove me up the fucking wall.

Why did it have to be her? I had other girls for this, and there was literally no point in drawing Lynn down to their level.

That was when an arm wrapped around my shoulder - their hand lay flat against my lower stomach, chest pressed against my back. Hot breath fanned against my ear as they said, "I saw you watching me on the dance floor."

Like the universe wasn't already laughing at me, Lynn's face came into view beside me, pupils dilated with an intoxicated smirk, the smell of alcohol lingering in the air between us.

"That's okay. I was watching you, too," she continued in a low purr. "And I know you want me right now just as much as I want you."

The beverage in her hand dipped slightly, spilling the contents of the drink onto the floor. I wasn't sure what it was, but it definitely wasn't carbonated like the sodas I knew she always had when she partied.

"I thought ya didn't drink," I spoke, trying my hardest not to focus on her hand that was slipping lower and lower down my stomach.

Lynn didn't respond and instead planted her soft lips against my neck and I was quickly losing my already thin concentration to keep my hands to myself. Then I felt her fingers at the edge of my jeans, fingers sprawled out against my crotch under the counter.

"What about Harry?" I asked, but did nothing to remove her hand from me.

I looked around the club to see if he was anywhere in sight, but my vision was shaky and the flashing lights were distorting everything.

"It's over," Lynn grinned against my neck. "And right now"- she pressed her chest harder against my back just as her hand slipped into my jeans- "right now I just want to..." she trailed off as the palm of her hand went down the length of my cock, making me jump from the sudden sensation.

"Lynn..." I faltered. "This isn't- I can't."

She moved her lips to the shell of my ear. "I know you want this, Niall. I can feel how much you want this." As if to prove her point, her thumb moved over my tip and I had to bite my lip to keep from vocalizing my pleasure. "Stop being the gentlemen we both know you're not and do as you please to me."

I wanted to so fucking bad, right then, right on that white, sleek counter top. But I couldn't for multiple reasons. I was glad the bartender had taken his interest in someone else because I couldn't imagine what my face might have looked like at that moment.

"Lynn," I started, leaning away from her lips to look at her. "Yer too drunk for this. Besides, ya made it clear earlier dat ya wanted me to stay away."

Lynn's dilated eyes were hooded with lust. "Maybe I was bein' a lil bit stupid," she said wistfully as she placed her drink on the counter. "Maybe I don't know what I want. Maybe it's you and... You once told me that drinkin' makes your thoughts more clear, well maybe- maybe this is really what I want."

"Yeah, and every male in da club," I couldn't help but say excessively.

Lynn removed her hand from my jeans and leaned over closer, her necklace dangling in front of her. "But I'm not with them, am I?"

I don't like whom I become when I do, she had once told me when I questioned her about why she didn't drink. I just thought that she had a relative who acted out when drunk or died from a drunk driver, but now I knew better. Alcohol loosens inhibitions and reveals their inner selves when wasted.

I didn't need a hypothesis to know that Lynn was a horny drunk. And at that moment, so was I, which was why I didn't waste another moment as I slapped down some money on the counter and grabbed Lynn's arm and weaved through the throng of clubbers.

Getting through the maze of people was the easy part, getting through them while trying to keep a drunk up right (including myself) was the hard part.

Outside, the cool breeze of the November night hit us. I spotted a cab down the road and I waved it down urgently. The black cab pulled up in front of us and we drunkenly climbed in.

Before I could even give the cab driver the address, Lynn was on me again, and this time, I didn't try to stop her. I wanted her mouth on my neck; I wanted it all over my fucking body. But I did everything I could to distract myself with the shiny lights of London.

I directed the cab driver the best I could to the Newman House, the Hall that I had been switched to since James hadn't made any effort to fix things between us. Once he pulled up, I stumbled out and took Lynn with me.

We staggered through the lobby and up the stairs to room 208. Luckily, there wasn't anyone around to see us. As soon as we were inside, I pressed Lynn against the door, my hand splayed over her rib cage and hers on the nap of my neck as we sucked, kissed, and bit each other.

My tongue zig-zagged across the roof of her mouth and she let out a groan from deep in her throat, fingers starting to fist at my clothes. My mouth dragged across her jaw to kiss down the length of her neck. I bit her skin, making sure I left my mark. A small whimper left her lips as she scratched her fingers through my hair in appreciation.

I was frenzied with her, unleashed, and it was the most liberating fucking thing I'd ever experienced.

In a blink of an eye, we were pushed way from the door and Lynn was in control, walking the room until I was shoved down into a chair with Lynn hovering over me. Her hands were planted firmly on my shoulders as she slowly crawled onto my lap.

She was so enticing with her slow movements - her ever agonizingly slow actions that were making me harder and harder by the second. I was craving her touch, any touch, really. She pressed her hips against my crotch, her tight, little black dress riding up on her thighs. She wiggled her hips a little, just enough to hit the exact spot that aches for her, making me tilt my head back with a low moan.

"Christ, Lynn," I mumbled through my teeth.

It didn't matter how much I might have been enjoying myself, there was that nagging feeling in the back of my head telling me to stop, that this was a very, very bad idea. But her minty breath was fanning over my face and that fucking peppermint small was taking over my senses and my already fuzzy head that I had soon forgotten why this wasn't right.

"I want you," Lynn said against my lips. "Right now."

I took my shirt off and quickly placed my lips against hers before they went to her jaw, and then her neck. Little groans escaped her mouth as I nipped and sucked hard against her pulse point, our chests flushed together.

I hadn't realized how badly I'd been craving Lynn until I tasted her. I couldn't believe how long we'd gone not doing this - she was the best thing I'd ever laid eyes on and the more I devoured her, the less I thought I would be able to let go.

Lynn's hand found mine on her hips and grabbed it, moving it up and onto her body and to her chest. I watched Lynn's head tilt back as I squeezed her breast and latched onto her neck again. I bucked my hips up against hers and I knew the bulge in my jeans was about ready to burst through the stitching any moment.

Reaching up, I grabbed her ponytail and tugged on it, only to remove the band around her hair a second later. The hair tie snapped apart in my hand and flew somewhere in the room, but it was soon forgotten as I raked my hands though Lynn's freed hair.

Suddenly, I was hit with a moment of sober thoughts. Coach's nagging voice in the back of my head saying, no relationship crap or you're kicked off the team.

"Lynn," I muttered.

She ignored me and kissed me again. I grabbed her face in mine and pulled her back so she could look at me and see how serious I was.

"Lynn, you know we shouldn't be doing this. Ya don't really want this. You're drunk and I can't even see da color of your eyes for how big your pupils are."

She just grinned as her hand slipped down to my jeans. "I can guess what else is big..."

The room was spinning and the feel of her fingers on my lower stomach sent a craving through my bones - a craving I knew won't be satisfied until I got what I wanted.

And I always got what I wanted.

"I need you," she droned, leaning down closer to trail her lips along my jaw. "I need to taste you, so fucking bad."

My heavy breathing hitched in my throat as her fingers played with the button on my jeans. I trailed my hands all over her body, wanting to rip off the skin tight dress.

Once my jeans were unbuttoned, Lynn's eager fingers tried to tug them down my thighs. Before I could prepare myself, her hand dove down into my pants and started rubbing up and down my length, just like she'd done at the club.

"Ohh, fuck," I breathed, bucking my hips against Lynn's palm.

She planted a simple, chaste kiss to my lips before trailing down my naked torso. And then Lynn landed on her knees in front of me, gaping at the hard outline of my cock through my jeans.

Just the sight of her kneeling in front of me made me a total, writhing mess.

"Up," she demanded, tapping my hips to lift off the chair.

Bottom lip caught between my teeth, I helped Lynn slide down my pants and boxers around my ankles before letting out a hiss of relief when my cock sprang up against my stomach. Lynn didn't even hesitate as she gave me a few tentative strokes, spreading the slick from my tip over the hot, flushed skin.

"Christ," I whimpered as my abdomen went tight.

Lynn closed her lips around me, sucking gently, lapping her tongue out to lick against me. She started slow, making a swallowing action repeatedly as I slipped further into her mouth. And then pushing at the edges of her confidence, she took my cock deeper, bobbing her head and twisting her hand around what she couldn't reach.

"Fuck, you're so good at this," I breathed out.

Lynn removed her mouth from around me and looked up, a grin spreading on her sweet lips. Her thumb slipped across my head, yanking another groan from my chest.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, thought about your pretty mouth 'round me a lot."

"How many times has it been now?" she hummed. The needy look in her eyes sent a new wave of blood rushing through my body. "How many times have I gotten you hard?"

"Too many times to count."

I laced my fingers into her hair as her mouth went around me once more, her tongue lapping up my length as she moved up and down. The action sent warmth shooting through my body; almost matching the insane arousal and my nerves fizzled.

"Holy shit. Just like that, Princess."

My voice sounded rough as I tugged on her hair, breaking around the pet name when my hips ticked up to force her head just a little bit further down onto me, making her gag slightly.

"Shit. Sorry, sorry."

Lynn just shook her head as she removed her lips from me again and gasped for air, a crafty smirk on her lips. "No, I kind of like that."

My eyes went wide. This girl was going to be the death of me.

I fit perfectly in her hand, hard and wide, and her lips stretched around me just right, nudging the back of her throat while her cheeks hollowed sharply.

"Just the thought of ya-" I panted, voice whining at the flick of Lynn's tongue under the sensitive ridge of my head. "You're so... everythin'- fuck. And ya kick me ass on the field and I fuckin' love it, but the idea of ya on your knees for me... Fuckin' Christ." Words failed me for a moment, though my jaw still hung open, chest tightening with desperate breath. "And then there's your mouth which really, really... God, Lynn."

Her gaze flicked up to watch me watch her, sucking hard before flattening her tongue against the thick vein running along the underside of my shaft. My grip on her hair began to guide her gently, praise threading through my broken groans when Lynn gagged a little around me. My head was thrown back onto the chair in ecstasy.

"I'm going- fuckin' shit," I groaned. The build in my lower stomach kept getting higher and higher. "I'm goin' to come-"

Uncontainable groans ripped through me as I came in hot spurts on her tongue, fading into whimpers when I caught the sight of Lynn running her thumb around the corners of her swollen lips for any drop that missed, popping it into her mouth and smiling sweetly around it.

"Dat was..." I trailed off breathlessly, unable to finish the sentence.

Before I could fully recover, Lynn was on my lap again, the hem of her dress nearly pulled up around the small of her waist now, making a clear view of her black panties. Her hands came to my face and she was kissing me, making me taste myself on her tongue.

Our lips locked together fluidly, her tongue licked into my mouth. The hammering of her heartbeat made me forget everything. For once, my mind relaxed into the movements, halting every plan and perfectly formulated response to just kiss her back.

My hands trailed down her back and to her arse and in one sift motion, I was standing up, Lynn's legs wrapping around my waist automatically. Kicking out of my jeans and boxers around my ankles, I moved over to the only bed in the room and plopped her down.

I bit her lip as I fumbled with her black dress. Lynn must have sensed my frustration because her hands went onto my bare chest, making me sit back as she took over.

It took some doing, no help by me since I couldn't seem to keep my mouth off her body one way or another, but eventually the dress was on the floor, leaving her only in her black panties and matching lace bra. The silver ring attached to her necklaced gleamed from the moonlight in the room and sat at the hollow of her chest.

"What do you want me to do?" I breathed out.

I crawled on top of her once again. Not a second later, my hands were roaming her newly exposed body, exploring every crook and curve, paying extra attention to her round breasts that fit perfectly in my hands.

"I want you to fuck me."