Foreign // z.m.

20. Before We Fall (!)

We finished the movie after Beth got Caroline and soon enough, Bradley and Jen were here to pick her up. "Zayn, why are you only in boxers? And why is Beth only in your clothes?" Brad asked.

Beth rolled her eyes at him as she passed him Carrie's backpack. "Not for the reason you think, Bradley. We wouldn't do that and certainly not with your daughter here," she lied cooly.

"They're just waiting until we get her out of the house, babe," Jen jokes. Beth and I didn't respond so they immediately took it as the truth.

"Zayn, I swear-!" Brad was cut off as Beth pushed him out the door.

"Yeah, yeah, it's fine, I'm on birth control. Bye now," she said as she closed the door on them. She turned to me and had an evil smirk on her face.

"Wait, so are we..?" I trailed off, not understating if we were doing this now.

She shrugged and walked over to the couch, flopping down on it. "I don't know, maybe. I'm kind of sore from last night, but I guess I could go a few more times today." She said this in a serious tone, but I knew she was teasing me.

"So is this what our relationship is now?" I asked crossing my arms. "Us just going at it like rabbits?"

"Are you being serious?" She asked, sitting up.

"Are you just using me for my body?" I asked in a teasing tone, letting her know that I was, indeed, joking.

"Of course I am. I have a sex god boyfriend that has it going on in all the right places; I'm going to use that for my own self pleasure."

I sat down on the couch next to her. "And what places do I have it 'going on' in?"

"Well," she started, sitting up straight, "Your torso is just phenomenal, like your abs and everything, just perfect." To add emphasis, she ran her hand down my torso, over and over again. "And your face: you are literally the most gorgeous human being I have ever seen." She took her hand off my body and removed her shirt, which had nothing underneath.

I groaned a little, already sporting a semi in my boxers. "Keep going, babe," I told her, laying my head on the back of the couch.

"Your tattoos are so fucking hot, too," she said and started nibbling on the tattoo that's on my collarbone and softly ran her fingers over my arms. I was getting increasingly harder by the minute, and I knew she wasn't even close to being done with teasing me, yet. "And your neck is just, like, super hot," she started sucking my neck, leaving a mark. I could tell by now she was running out of dirty things to say.

"That all you got, Princess?"

"Oh no, my favorite," she said running her hand down my torso and teasing the skin in front of boxers, "is definitely this," she grabbed my hard on over my boxers.

I groaned as she began palming me. "Why is it your favorite, Princess?" I asked, panting.

"Because you're so big, baby boy." She started nibbling on my earlobe and eventually pulled my boxers all the way off. She started stroking me after she pulled off the boxers she was wearing. "You're so long and so, so thick: fill me up real good, baby." She kept her hold on my dick as she connected our lips in a heated kiss.

"Baby, please, come on," I groaned and pulled away, trying to roll on top of her. She put her hand on my chest, stopping me from climbing on top of her.

"Oh no, baby boy, I'm riding you," she said and threw one leg over me, straddling me and started grinding down on my cock.

"Fuck, Beth." I threw my head back and gripped her hips. "Just get on with it," I gritted through my teeth. She nodded and lined her dripping center up with my cock, holding it at the base. She eased herself down past the head carefully and winced. "You okay, baby?