(No Control - 27. Live While We're Young)

I am just slipping my arm around Jess's waist when I hear the noise of a door opening and I am brought sharply to my senses. I suddenly realise I am kissing her in a public building where anyone could see us, and in about two seconds, somebody just might.

Before I have time to react, Jess is pulling me by my shirt through her door and into her flat, walking backwards so there still isn't an inch between us. She kicks it shut, then slips away from me to turn the lock as I hear the sound of someone's footsteps walking past the door.

Fuck, that was close. Not to mention a major turn on. I look at her and her face is flushed, and she is smiling at me. I smirk back.

I wonder where this will lead.

"Would you mind if I use your bathroom?" I ask.

"Not at all, it's at the end of the hall," she says, pointing towards a door at the end of the corridor, past the lounge.

The bathroom is immaculate, and the scent that was on my pillow earlier is present now; sort of sweet like vanilla but fresh at the same time.

I want to kiss her again but I don't want her to think I'm being pushy. A goodnight kiss on the doorstep is a lot different to a passionate smooch only a few feet from her bedroom. I'm going to have to let her call the shots with this one. She knows I'm interested - I made that clear at dinner, and when I kissed her just then. I don't want to be a pest.

I quickly take a piss and wash my hands, and as I'm coming out I hear her call "in here!" so I follow the sound of her voice and find her standing in a small kitchen.

"Tea?" she asks.

"That'd be great, thanks," I say happily. She seems comfortable with me in her flat so I'm taking that as a good sign. She indicates for me to sit down at her kitchen table so I pull out a chair and discreetly check my phone while she makes the tea.

There's a text from Niall - Fucked her yet?

Honestly, sometimes he goes too far. I ignore it and slide my phone back into my pocket.

"So do you have any plans for the summer?" I ask once she has sat down opposite me.

"Not really," she says, wrapping her hands around her mug of tea. "There's a group of us that sometimes do a last minute holiday somewhere hot so we might do it this year but we've not talked about it yet. And..."

She trails off and I raise my eyebrows at her, waiting for her to continue.

"We've got tickets to your Cardiff show in June," she finishes in a rush, and her face has turned red again.

I love that she gets so embarrassed about being a fan, and I can't hide my grin.

"Really? That's great!" I say, and then it dawns on me what she has just said. Cardiff is a long way from here. Why is she going all the way there? Surely she would be going to one of our London shows?

"Isn't that a bit far?" I ask, sipping my tea.

"Well, we needed a contingency, in case London sold out," she explains. "So Sarah was in charge of the London dates, and I was in charge of the rest of the UK. Turns out we were both lucky. She got London and I got Cardiff. So we're going twice."

I can feel my smile widening at her obvious discomfort at admitting all this, and watch as she closes her eyes."Go on, take the piss. I know you're dying to," she says softly.

No, actually, what I am dying to do is kiss you, I think to myself.

All my resolutions are thrown out of the window and I lean forward before I can change my mind. I can tell she isn't expecting it when my lips touch hers but she doesn't pull away, and kisses me back gently. I'm trying not to be pushy so I gather all my willpower and pull away from her after a couple of seconds, and she opens her eyes and looks at me.

"What was that for?"

I shrug. "You look really cute when you're embarrassed," I confess.

Understatement of the year. She's absolutely beautiful.

I am still trying not to be pushy.

But she starts blushing again and I can't stop myself leaning forward and pressing my mouth to hers. I catch the smell of her shampoo again, that tropical scent that reminds me of warm summer nights and sandy beaches. Her tongue is sliding slowly along my bottom lip and I feel myself get to my feet, pulling her up with me and pressing her body against mine.

It is taking every ounce of self control I have not to dig my boner into her hip, but I am so afraid of ruining this, of scaring her off by being too forward, that I keep the kisses as tame as possible. But seriously, it's fucking difficult when she gives a soft sigh and all I can think about is her laying underneath me last Friday night.

She told me she didn't do one night stands. I don't want her to regret coming out with me. I don't want her to think I'm only after one thing. If I carry on kissing her like this I won't be able to stop myself from making a move and I am really trying not to be that guy.

She pulls away first, taking the decision away from me, and when she looks into my eyes I feel a flutter in my stomach and I smile at her.

"I should probably let you get to bed," I hear myself say. "I don't want to be the reason you get in trouble at work."

"I do need to be up early," she nods, and I am immediately disappointed that this isn't going any further tonight. I'm sort of impressed that she's not easy though, and when she looks up at me again I kiss her softly for the last time and step away from her.

"I had a great time tonight," I tell her. I want to ask her to come out with me again, but I honestly have no idea when this will be. It isn't fair to keep her hanging on for the next couple of months.

"Me too," she replies.

Fuck, I don't know what to do.

She turns away from me and pours a glass of water from the tap, and I take this as my cue to leave.

"I really enjoyed getting to know you, Jess," I say honestly, and I turn to leave.

"Don't go," she says suddenly.

What the fuck - what does she mean?

I freeze in the doorway and my eyes dart to hers. My heart is suddenly thumping in my chest. My mouth is paralysed - I can't say a word. So I just watch as she walks over to me, staring into my eyes, an unreadable expression on her face. I slowly turn my body to face her, and I can almost feel the atmosphere crackling with electricity.

Does she want me to stay - as in stay the night? I don't fucking know and I'm too shy to ask.

She stands in front of me and without saying a word or breaking eye contact, she slowly and deliberately tips the last of her water down the front of my shirt.

It's freezing and it pulls me out of my trance. I gasp involuntarily and look down at my chest.

What the fuck is she doing? Hasn't she poured enough drinks over me in the few days I've known her?

Oh my fucking Christ. Is this a come on?

Fuck. Me.

I swallow hard and watch as the water drips from the bottom of my shirt onto the kitchen floor. I'm hardly daring to breathe.

I look up into her eyes, and she stares at me defiantly, and says - smooth as fuck - "Oops."

My boner is now straining against my jeans as I snake my arm around her waist and pull her against me, unable to hide my smile. "You are unbelievable, you know that?" I smirk as I lean my face toward hers. I'm still reeling from the epic move she just pulled.

She doesn't say anything, but reaches up and wraps her arms around my neck and kisses me. I pull her against me so our hips are touching, and she runs her hands down my front, unbuttons my shirt and pushes it down off my shoulders. I Iet it drop to the floor, and reach down and pull her dress up and over her head and let it fall next to my shirt.

She's wearing a plain black bra and a tiny pair of black pants, and is still wearing her black high heels, and fucking hell she looks hot. Before I can comment she steps down out of her shoes, places her hand in the middle of my chest and pushes me backwards through the kitchen door, past the bathroom, to another door. She opens it and looks up at me with those damn fuck-me eyes and I can't stop myself from leaning down and kissing her, but as soon as I do she pushes me roughly through the door so I lose my balance and fall backwards onto something soft - her bed.

Fuck.

I can't believe my luck to be honest, and I know my giddiness shows on my face as she shuts the bedroom door and straddles me on the bed. I pull her face to mine and kiss her, and she grinds her hips against my boner, making me groan softly. I gently push her off me and roll over on top of her to kiss her neck and she gives that soft sigh that makes me so hard.

I reach behind her back and unclip her bra, and she buries her fingers in my hair as I trail my tongue down her chest. I gently squeeze her breast and she moans again, making my dick twitch in anticipation.

She reaches one hand into my boxer shorts and begins to stroke me and my thoughts immediately jump to Niall's text from earlier - Make sure you crack one off before you go. I should have fucking listened to him.

She's moving her hand up and down agonisingly slowly and I am literally ready to explode. I can't help the groan of appreciation that escapes my lips, and she squeezes me gently, making me gasp.

"Sorry," she says quickly.

"Oh - God, no, it's good, it's good," I tell her. Don't stop, I plead silently, and she must hear my thoughts because she gives me another squeeze, making me groan again.

She slides my boxers down and wraps her hand around me again and I pull her leg up so it is wrapped around my waist as I lift my face to hers and kiss her again. I run my hand up the inside of her thigh to her underwear and I can feel how turned on she is already. I push her leg off me and remove her pants, and she pushes me onto my back again and climbs on top of me.

She leans down and kisses me and her hair falls in my face, tickling my cheek and neck. I scoop it into my hand and push it back over her shoulder, running my fingers over her soft skin as I do. Her tongue is hot on mine.

I rub myself against her and it is all I can do to stop myself from pushing into her, but common sense takes over and tells me that would be a really bad idea, so I focus instead on gripping her waist tightly to keep myself still.

She sits up suddenly and I open my eyes, wondering why she's stopped kissing me, and I see her reaching into a cupboard by her bed and pulling out a condom.

Why does she have these handy when she doesn't do one night stands?

I push the thought away as she rips open the packet and rolls the condom onto me. I sit up, leaning on one arm, and hook the other arm around her back as she takes me inside her and I close my eyes as she starts to move.

I feel her face coming close to me again, and her lips are pressing fiercely on mine, breathing fire into my mouth. Her fingers are running through my hair; her nails are tickling my scalp, and it's relaxing and invigorating at the same time. I reach up, gathering her hair into a ponytail with my hand and gently stroke the backs of my fingers down her back.

The hand propping me up is slowly going numb but I couldn't care less. I press my other hand against the small of her back and she's moving longer, harder and deeper now. I want to move my head and kiss her neck but I can't tear my lips away from hers; she's like a drug and I can't get enough. I'm panting between kisses now and she's going really fast, really fucking me, and I know if she doesn't stop in a second it's all going to be over but my mouth won't work properly and all I can do is make embarrassing strangled sex noises.

She suddenly gives a small cry and digs her nails in hard to my scalp and I press my hand to the back of her neck, pulling her lips hard against mine as she comes. I'm only a couple of seconds behind her.

When it's over she gives me a small kiss and my arm collapses underneath me, now completely dead, so I flop onto my back. She grins down at me and I grin back, spent and sleepy. She climbs off me and I reluctantly pull myself up again to dispose of the condom.

"There's a bin in the bathroom," she says, almost shyly, and I chuck it in there before joining her under the covers.

I'm not sure if she wants me to stay or not, but no sooner have I thought this, she slides across the bed and rests her head on my shoulder.

I put my arm around her and give a deep sigh. I'm struck by the familiarity there seems to be between us already. It's never been this comfortable with any other one night stand - not that there have been hundreds or anything - but then again I don't see this as a one night stand. I don't know what to call it instead, but I'm already wondering when I can see her again after tonight.

I don't get very far with this thought as my eyelids are feeling heavy, so I tighten my arm around Jess and close my eyes.

I wake around 3am dying for a piss.

I lay there for about ten minutes trying to get back to sleep but it's no use, I'm going to have to get up. Jess's head is still on my shoulder so I gently slide out from underneath her and fumble my way to the bathroom in the dark.

I'm in and out in less than a minute, and crawl back under the covers. Jess immediately reaches out to me - I'm not sure if it's in her sleep or if I woke her when I got up - and gently strokes my collarbone with her finger. I roll onto my side to face her, and hook my arm around her waist to pull her against me.

Then I realise she's not wearing anything, and her skin is touching mine. I'm hard within seconds.

Fuck.

I stroke her back with my fingertips and lay completely still, thinking about Niall and his stupid text earlier, trying to make my erection go away.

Jess stops stroking my collarbone and starts kissing it instead, and immediately I know there is only one way to get rid of my boner, and hopefully it's about to happen.

I hook my finger under her chin and tilt her face up to plant a soft kiss on her lips. Her hand goes straight to my hard on and I want to punch the air, but instead I let her pull me on top of her, and when she hands me another condom and I push into her for the second time tonight I realise I am letting myself get in far too deep (pardon the pun) with this girl, and I honestly don't have a clue how to stop.

All I know is, I don't want to stop.