LUSTS OF THE FLESH

Utterly Devoured

I drag myself to Jay's pool party, hoping the music would be loud enough to shut up the voices in my head and drown out my miseries.

My two friends ditch me before we even make it past the gate, already squealing over tequila shots and some linebacker's biceps.

So now I'm alone, pretending I belong here.

Zayn and Maya are here too. Of course they are. Jay is everybody's friend. But I'm doing my best to ignore that fact.

It's for the best, anyway. Maybe seeing him happy with someone normal is exactly what I need to finally let go.

Teo stops by to hand me an open bottle of something alcoholic. I take a long pull of the drink and nearly retch, my eyes watering from the burn.

It's clear and strong, which is just what I need.

When I'm done drinking, I push it back into his hands.

He smirks and disappears.

Fuck Zayn, who's shirtless at the edge of the pool, with water droplets on his splendid chest.

And f**k Maya, who's stuck beside him like an Ascaris lumbricoides.

I look away from them and take off the cover-up thrown over my outfit, tossing it into a lounge chair.

Some guys gasp behind me.

My bikini is a black-and-white dairy-cow print… Because why the hell not?

They're made up of tiny triangles that barely cover my t**s, held together by strings, while the bottoms are tied high on my hips.

It's far from modest, but I don't care.

Ignoring the catcalls behind me, I snatch a cup of vodka from a random hand and down it in a few gulps.

Sevdaliza's Ride or Die is playing, and I start dancing, my loose hair swishing behind me, my hips gyrating like I've got not a damn problem in the world.

Someone steps in and grabs my waist from behind. I don't protest or stop dancing.

Instead, I move along with him to the beat, grinding against him as we dirty dance.

The guy reeks of alcohol, and he's already hard against my ass.

I press back harder to tease him.

But I can feel something else too.

Another set of eyes on me. Watching me. Burning into me.

I don't look, but I turn in the stranger's arms, loop mine around his neck, and roll my body against his as we slow whine together.

His head lowers to the crook of my neck, planting soft, drunk kisses there.

I close my eyes to concentrate when a hand suddenly grabs my upper arm so hard I yelp.

My eyes fly open to see Zayn seething at me.

"You. With me. Now." He doesn't wait for a response before dragging me away from the guy through the crowd so fast it's a miracle how I'm able to keep up.

People part for him.

I can already imagine what's running through their minds— how he's some big brother on a mission, dragging his out-of-control little sister away from trouble.

Even Maya seems to think that because she watches with worried eyes as Zayn hauls me into the mansion.

He doesn't stop until we're in the empty kitchen, shutting the door behind us.

The loud music from outside immediately becomes muffled to a low throb.

"What the f**k do you think you're doing?" He asks in a low, deadly voice, releasing his grip on my arm.

"Dancing," I shoot back sharply.

Something feral flashes across his face. "Dancing? Or you want to play w***e in front of half the university?"

I scoff, folding my arms over my tiny bikini top. "Better than watching you play perfect boyfriend with your little redhead."

He doesn't answer, staring at me with those dark, scary eyes.

"It's a party, Zayn," I snap. "Get used to people touching me."

Silence stretches between us for a moment, charged with something dangerous, before he suddenly lifts me off the floor and sets my ass on the kitchen island. Red Styrofoam cups and bags of chips fall to the floor.

I open my mouth to tell him to f**k off. "Zayn! What the…"

"Shut up."

He pushes my knees apart, then yanks the strings of my cow-print bottoms at my hips. They come undone in an instant, and he rips them off, throwing them somewhere on the counter.

Fuck, the mere action makes me wet.

His palms go under my thighs, spreading me wide, lifting me slightly so I'm perfectly open to him.

Every dialogue I've played out in my head dies as Zayn pushes his face in, his mouth taking over.

He f*****g devours me.

"Ah," I moan as his warm tongue f***s my p***y. It circles my c**t hard and fast like he's trying to punish me with pleasure.

My head falls back, knocking into the open cabinet above the island. A box of cereal tumbles out and spills across the counter.

I don't freaking care.

He groans against me and parts my lips so my c**t stands out. Then he sucks it into his mouth ravenously.

A shock goes through me, goosebumps rising on my flesh.

He eats me like I'm his last meal, and he's messy with it… licking and sucking and growling like an animal.

His face is completely buried in my p***y.

My hands fly to his hair, grabbing and pulling, but he doesn't even slow down.

Every time I try to close my thighs, he forces them wider, continuing to tongue-f**k me senseless.

I moan out because I can't keep it in.

"Z-zayn…fuckkk."

I try to push his face away when it gets too much, but he snatches my wrist and guides my hand into his hair instead, growling against me in warning.

Then he grabs behind my knees and throws both my legs over his shoulders.

I want to f*****g die…

He's six-three and bending forward to eat me out on this counter. His spine is curved, his neck is strained, and his back is probably screaming, but he doesn't care. He's too busy consuming me like a starving man.

Zayn's tongue is ruthless, pushing in and out of me, making my hips jerk so hard the island shakes.

Like all this isn't enough, he slips two fingers inside my dripping heat without speaking and finds my G-spot immediately, hitting it.

My hands leave his hair and fly up, scrabbling for something to hold onto.

I accidentally knock a bottle of vodka off the shelf, and it shatters on the floor, but Zayn doesn't even flinch.

He just keeps f*****g me with his tongue and fingers without taking his eyes off me, daring me to come while the party rages on the other side of the door.

I explode in under a minute, my thighs clamping around his head, my toes curling and tingling over his shoulders.

But Zayn doesn't f*****g stop. He continues licking, sucking, and f*****g me with his tongue until I'm begging and trying to shift away. Until I'm coming all over again and my hips are jerking weakly against his face.

Only then does he pull back, with his lips swollen and shiny, breathing hard.

He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, straightens, and looks down at the mess we've made: broken glass, spilled cereal, and me spread out… wrecked on Jake's parents' kitchen island, panting hard.

He reaches for my bikini bottoms and then throws it at me before turning and walking out, without saying a single word.

I'm there, half-naked, trembling on the cold marble while the party music throbs outside like nothing happened.

Zayn didn't even kiss me. All he did was remind me who I belong to.

And I dislike how much I needed that reminder.

I'm not okay.

I'm certainly not moving on. Hell, I'm never going to be free of him.

And the horrible truth is that I don't want to be.