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The last place I expected to be when I got off work this evening was sitting across from a guy who I had gone to school with who keeps telling me how beautiful I am and asks me these really profound questions about myself.
Lip is definitely like no one I have ever met. He has been the smartest person I have known my whole life, but he has made a lot of dumb choices.
He stares at me like I am worth his time, a feeling I am not accustomed to at Nick jonas ticklish. With Arctic Monkeys humming softly from the stereo, this might just be one of the most perfect moments of my life. We have been kissing nonstop, me teasing him he has to take off his shirt when he makes fun of books I love. And then I see that little triangle tattoo I love, and I just want to bite it.
Shoving my phone into my purse on the floor after reassuring my best friend I was just fine, my attention turns Nick jonas ticklish to Lip and listening to him explain one of his reasons behind listening to Arctic Monkeys but also dabbling in why Jane Eyre is overrated. He shakes his head at me with a chuckle, still entertained by what he considers my sass. After spending most of my time after work with him the last few weeks, I have grown accustomed to the routine of Lip picking me up from work to either go to dinner somewhere or spending time at his house as he tries to show me weird songs and books I should read.
I need to see you tonight was all his message said before I got off work, but it kind of left me wondering what he had meant. Spending time in the Gallagher home is different. I do not hate it, but I do not know what to think sometimes. We just make out and fuck all over the house, and no one is shocked by this. No one at all. Lip stretches out his arms in my direction, yanking me into his embrace with a cheeky little grin across his face. Lip Gallagher, never one to fail to say the most romantic words at the most appropriate times. I laugh against his skin, moving down to his tattoo with a light nibble.
His fingers ghost down my waist and stop at my hips, allowing him to pull me closer. He wastes no time in kissing me again, his hands travelling skillfully along the curves of my body as he displays his mastery of knowing how to please a woman just with a simple brush of his lips against my own.
My hands pull back at him, our lips colliding hungrily to show how much we both want each other, and he responds with a low groan of pleasure at how reciprocal I am. He yanks off his shirt like it burns him, dropping it on the floor with the pile of dirty clothes already there. Then he reaches down, grabbing his combat boots and throwing them down where they land with a solid thud, not even caring the sound might alert someone coming home that we are up here doing less than appropriate things.
He slides his hands around my waist, reaching down to fully cup my ass in his hands as he kisses me deeply with more passion than I had known possible with one kiss and leaving me wanting even more than he is already giving me with just those lips of his. My hands knot tightly in his hair, needing to keep him against him and match the roughness he is displaying with his mouth and hands.
Expert mode. He responds by dropping his hands to the hem of the cami I am wearing, peeling it off my frame and throwing it across the room as yet another piece of collateral damage of our escapades. My hands respond by moving up to his biceps, digging softly into the skin as he continues to bite along my neck and make me bend my neck to allow him free Nick jonas ticklish to the skin soon to be completely covered in purple bruises. He reaches down to slide my leggings and panties off at the same time, showing he wastes no time in getting things done right.
I look him right in the eye, quirking my eyebrows in a suggestive manner and kissing him again as he chuckles at me. I go back to trailing kisses down his body, kissing around his tattoo and lightly sucking it. He responds by removing his jeans, struggling to get them off and cursing at them as he removes those as his boxers.
It makes me giggle a little to see him swearing at his pants as he tosses them on the floor, telling them to fuck off. Lip returns his attention to me, guiding me closer to him as he kisses along my collarbone before letting his lips trail down to my breasts.
His mouth envelops my nipple in his mouth, sucking and biting gently. His mouth keeps suckling gently as his other hand pinches my other nipple in his fingers, causing me to gasp out at the mixed feeling of pain and pleasure at the same time. Climbing on top of him, my legs lock on either side of him to keep myself steady.
I trail my fingers along his chest and up his jaw before tilting my head to kiss him softly, nibbling his bottom lip. He slides his hand between my thighs, slipping a finger inside to feel how wet I am for him. It causes me to moan, probing him to keep going even. In response, my hand slides around his length and I lick my hand to tease him, sliding up and down his shaft. He groans at the feeling, moving his finger faster. I position myself so his length is right at my entrance, teasing him for a moment before allowing him to slide inside of me. He closes his eyes in bliss, his hips pressing against mine and his hands finding their resting spot at my waist.
I grinned down at him, wasting no time on finding the right place. I start out slow to get a rhythm going and to adjust to the feeling of his large member being inside of me, but there is no way I want to stay moving gently. Once I know I am able to stay on top, I start moving quicker, my hips meeting his and my breasts bouncing up and down as I ride him. He seems pleased with my actions, his hands on my hips as he watches me with a look of pure contentment upon his face. Once the pace is set, he groans each time my hips meet his and he smacks my ass to let me know I am doing well.
Without giving me a chance to really find my composure again, Lip shifts the control to him so he is on top of Nick jonas ticklish and thrusting deeply. His hands hold onto my thighs as he rolls his hips against mine, moving in and out of me with very deep concentration. He keeps Nick jonas ticklish the spot just so, and I know that I am going to climax very soon. My toes curl into the sheets as he snakes his hand down to massage my clit as he continues to thrust in and out of me quickly.
Trying to catch his breath and let us both recuperate from what just conspired, Lip just brushes a kiss against my temple as we bask in the post coital afterglow or whatever this could be considered. I sit up to get dressed since I should probably be getting home soon to avoid overstaying my welcome, but he is looking at me as though I have completely lost my mind as he winds around my waist and pulls me against his bare torso for cuddling.
I raise my eyebrows at him, not really sure how to respond. He shook his head at me, placing another kiss against my forehead. The members crowd around Juyeon and shove him playfully as the director films that part from the monitor, and brings Nick jonas ticklish cellphone over to the group to see. You can barely hear the music from the phone, given how far you were standing from the filming area. The main man chuckles, embarrassed, and shakes his head while waving it off. The boys celebrate in unison, Eric immediately rushing off for the washroom, some members going to the staff to ask for their phones, others going for the monitor to check their progress and the remaining approaching their stylists for appearance maintenance.
Juyeon laughs, standing with his feet a little more apart than natural for you to have easier access to his hair. His words halt the sharp end of your comb in his hair, and you poke it into his scalp for good measure while puffing out your cheeks.
He chuckles it off. Ker gave me a color palette and a set of reference pics. The memory cooks up a bunch of images in your head, and you fail to stop the giggle that runs off your tongue when you return the comb to the kit. No reason for you to look as raunchy as you do now. Juyeon smiles as you cap on all your equipment and close your kit.
Resting one hand on your hip, you quickly give his hair one last poke before he s his normal standing position. A frown befalls your face and you forge an ugly look by crooking your lips. Was that an attempt to flirt? Best friends and best friends for what? Get MY heart broken? Stahb it! Chuckling, you turn Nick jonas ticklish the dressing room as another hair stylist finishes with Sangyeon in the mirror.
Juyeon crashes into the two seater-sofa in the corner of the dressing room and groans tiresomely, resting his head on the top surface of the headrest. Those guys are intense, and I mean intense! Six out of eight are known for performance skills and the other twoNick jonas ticklish
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