In Too Deep (Niall Horan AU)

*Chapter 8 Mature Content*

Niall sat down on the sofa a beer in his hand. He dug through the assignments on his table. He wanted to read Wylla's first in class. Her's would be the best so he wanted to start there. Niall groaned a bit as the memory of his shameful incident filled his mind. After a moment, he smiled and leaned back as he pulled Wylla's paper from the stack. She had been so worried about him. She was the first one up to come to assist him. She almost refused to leave until she knew he was okay Even though he'd told her he didn't want it, Wylla had sent the nurse to the class to check on his head. It filled him with a bit of happiness knowing that Wylla cared so much for his well being. But he also didn't know if she was like that with everyone. Niall shook his head and tried to get into reading her assignment. Niall read the little title with a grin; he'd not really noticed it in class. He loved her creativity. He flipped it open to the first page, sinking into the sofa. He was ready for it. He'd only read a bit of it. He couldn't wait to see what her paper really had in store for him.

Niall pulled Wylla's assignment closer to his face as the words grew more and more intriguing. He smiled as he got to the part that had made him flip out of his chair. His eyes were glued to the pages. He felt his heart start to race just a little more.
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She felt as though her skin was created of the finest silk. Pale and perfect like the light of the moon, he basked in her light. She was glowing from the attention that he paid to her body. Every kiss igniting a new beam underneath the porcelain skin. He watched her writhe. Her mouth opened and drawing breath like she'd never be able to breathe again. Her chest rising and falling quicker, heavier each time. Her lips were swollen and glistening from her repeatedly licking them. Her cheeks flushed with color from the heat he was creating. He could feel the lust rolling off her like it was a tidal wave. He'd barely touched her and she looked as though he'd given her orgasm after orgasm.

Niall cleared his throat and adjusted the way he was sitting on the sofa. The tension within his body was close to maxing out and he'd just gotten started with the sexiest of scenes. He focused his eyes on the paper again, waiting for it to get even better.

Her eyes snapped open when he removed his hands and lips from her milky, fiery skin. She noticed the brazen smirk playing at his lips. He was playing. Teasing as to make her fall apart even more than she already was. Two could play that game, she thought, sitting up from the comfort of the pillows. Slowly, she connected her lips with his. Savoring each pass of his tongue, each caress of his bottom lip on hers. With a gentle hand to his chest, she pushed him down on the bed. Her lips working their way down his pallid, statuesque torso. She fought the urge to let her lips curve into the devilish smile that got them into the bed in the first place. She knew what she had in store for him. She knew the act she was about to perform would send him over the edge, make him almost feral. Her revenge would be almost momentary but so worth it. She flicked her hair over her shoulder, then locked her eyes with his. He watched her with wanton eyes. His stomach flopped and blood rushed to his cock and thighs. She grinned with a evilness in her eyes. Slowly, with some pressure, she dragged her teeth over his erecting dick, coaxing a moan of epic proportions from his lips. She couldn't tell if it was a moan of pain or pleasure but she didn't care, either way, he knew what he was doing to her now. She was so ready for him, so taken with her need for the carnal, that her thighs, her wet folds were aching in the worst of ways. She needed him right then. She was sick of games. She straddled his twinging thighs. She nearly ripped the button of his jeans off, wrenched down the zipper and slipped her hand inside. Without a warning to him, she slid down on the very thing that she knew would take the hurt away. This time, his moan was guttural and definitely one of pleasure.
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Niall jumped when his phone rang. He was panting, breathing heavier than he ever thought he would while reading. He could feel the sweat dampening his back just slightly. She wasn't even there. She wasn't even there and she had him harder than he'd ever been before. What was this girl doing to him? The phone rang again, startling Niall a second time. He reached over and picked it up. Harry.
"Hiya, Harry." Niall tried his best to sound normal but he felt the need to get out of his jeans. They were becoming extremely too tight.
"Hey. Are you okay?" Harry sounded worried and a little confused.
"Yeah. Yeah. I'm fine." Niall replied quickly.
Harry's voice was still laced with concern, "Are you sure? Wylla told Luna that you had a bit of a nasty spill today."
"Yeah. I did. I just had my feet on my desk and I moved funny in the chair. It was nothing." Niall shoved the memory of her hand on his back out of his mind.
"Ni, are you sure you're alright? You sound weird." Harry was sure there was something wrong with his best friend.
"I'm fine." Niall stated calmly. In his mind though, he was screaming that his entire being was being tormented with by a first year student. That he wanted what she'd written.
"Well, Luna and I are going to the pub again. We're meeting Louis and his fiancee and Liam and his...well, I'm not sure what she is. Do you want to go?" Harry asked hopefully. Niall looked at Wylla's assignment on his lap; he needed to get away from it. He couldn't sit and stew in his lust.
"Yeah. I'll go." Niall answered. "Do you want me to..." Niall began.
Harry cut him off, "Lu and I will be there in twenty minutes." The line then went dead. Niall shook his head and tossed his phone back on the table. He breathed deeply, trying to calm himself, rid his body of the blatant desire. The longer he sat there, the more desire crept into his mind. He looked at his watch. Down to eighteen minutes. He threw Wylla's paper on the table then ran up the stairs to his bedroom.