feast

My calculus problem set was due Sunday morning at 9 am, but I still found myself at yet another party on Friday, with a drink in my hand.

I needed an intervention. ASAP.

Sipping my drink, I looked up at Isra who was currently making out with some huge muscular guy who was most likely from the football team. It was the dreads guy she was fawning over on Monday. Go figure.

I downed the rest of the tequila in my cup without thinking of it. "Iz, I'm going upstairs," I coughed out at her before getting up from my seat.

At first I thought she didn't hear me over the music and her sucking face but some seconds later she called to me: "don't get raped or fall to the ancient system of patriarchy!"

I rolled my eyes before continuing my walk to the steps. "If we taught men not to rape, we wouldn't have a problem!"

My walk up the steps was uneventful, until some girl almost choked up a lung on the top of my boots. I jumped back in disgust but I felt hands slide around my waist to stop me from tumbling down the stairs.

"Whoa," I heard the deep voice say, and I immediately recognized it.

I craned my head around and my eyes met with his own. I could feel the heat in his gaze, and it crept up my arm which oddly created goosebumps.

Faintly, I could hear a slower song by The Weeknd which only elevated my sultry mood, and the way his bare skin felt on my own made everything more explicit.

My breath fell out in sighs as he drew closer to me. For once, I didn't care about the repercussions of my actions, I just wanted to feel something. Anything.

I grabbed the back of his neck and crashed my lips to his, like I imagined doing for the past week.

Just as I suspected, his lips were soft and smooth, while his stubble was rough against my cheeks.

He dipped his tongue between my lips to find my own, and when he did, I was a goner.

I fell, right into the dark, sensual abyss of Zayn Malik. I could feel this kiss stirring something within me, and I couldn't determine if it was very, very good or very, very bad.

"Hey!" I heard some guy yell from behind us, and I remembered we were still on the steps. "You're blocking the way!"

Zayn moved away from me but he then pressed his body tightly against mine to let the guy pass.

I tried to move away but he quickly grabbed my face between his hands. "Whoa, you're not leaving me that fast."

His lips enveloped mine once again, and all thought vanished from my head.

He nibbled at my bottom lip before whispering: "let's take this somewhere more private."

And to my surprise, I nodded my head and I let him lift me up with one arm and walked further down the hall.

I didn't even realized we got to the room before I felt the soft mattress dip underneath my body.

His lips left mine but only to skim down my neck until he stopped at the edge of my tank top.

"Off," he muttered to me, his bright eyes finding my own in the dimly lit room. "Now."

If this were a normal time, I'd tell him off. Who the hell did he think he was ordering me around like that?

But my body was basically aching for his touch, so just this once, I found myself complying with his demands.

I could feel my cheeks heating up and I was so glad I couldn't see myself because I'm pretty sure I'd look a mess with my curls all loose and everywhere. God, maybe Gran was right, I did need a perm to tame these kinks-

"You're so fucking sexy," he murmured against my skin, before rising and taking his time to slowly give my body a once over with his searing eyes that now seemed gold rather than just brown.

And with just those four words, I found my brain cleared of any sensible thought.

Fire was all I felt. Haze clouded my eyes when I made contact with his skin, and I could feel him tongue trailing down through the valley of my breasts, over the plains of my stomach and lower, lower, lower...

My fingers burrowed into the sheet covered mattress as I felt his cool fingers flick the button on the top of my shorts open and slowly slide them down my legs. He took the ball of my bellybutton piercing and tugged it slightly and I almost liquified in his arms.

I was now left in my bra and panties (thankfully I decided to wear a matching set today), and I could feel him staring at me for too long before I covered my face with my hands.

"Are we gonna fuck or nah?" I had to ask, getting tired and the mood slowly dying with him looking at me. "Because if you eying me like that, I suggest you feast with something else other than your eyes."

His lips slowly parted and in that moment I wanted nothing more than to let him stare at the windows to my soul for the rest of the time we had together, uncover the secrets I've had buried for long.

He leaned down to claim my lips and unhook my bra and it was a wrap. I was a goner.

But this couldn't be anything more than what it could be. This would be a one night thing, he would brag about it to his friends, and I would just be another notch in his belt.

With the way he looked at me right now, as if I was his oxygen, his everything, being a conquest didn't seem too bad. I was his and he was mine, even if it was just for a few minutes.

I could feel myself building up, the tension within me mimicking the bunched springs of the bed we were currently on, while through my half closed eyes I could see him white knuckling the headboard as we joined together, our bodies now one.

My acrylic nails dug into his back and dragged across as he thrusted into me and let out lust filled groans in sync with my own.

It was so hard for me to keep my eyes open, because when I closed my eyes all I saw were galaxies behind my eyelids and when I opened them I stared into the brightest stars in the universe. His lips then latched onto mine in an attempt to recreate the Big Bang theory with just the mere touch of our mouths.

We both reached our climax one after another, and the North Star blinded my vision and knocked me into a state of euphoria. My breath fell shuddered and turned into broken pants and I could feel a beat of sweat fall from the bridge of Zayn's nose onto my cheek.

I could feel the loss of him between my thighs as I saw him roll off my body and I wanted to close my eyes again.

My thoughts came rushing back to my head and it finally processed what just occurred.

I had sex with Zayn Malik. Zayn fuckin' Malik. Top college RB in the nation. Beautiful tattooed black haired boy with constellations hidden deep in his hazel eyes. Obnoxious dickhead who called you a slut in front of his teammates.

That's no longer a meaningless name, I just proved him right to all his buddies.

With that reminder now fresh in my mind, I quickly sat up and began to redress.

"Hey," I heard him murmur before I felt his lips skimming across my lower back, causing me to freeze my movements. "Where are you going so fast?"

I shook my head to get a grip. I couldn't let myself tumble through that black hole and lose myself to him again for what felt like light years. "I have to go."

His cool hand replaced his lips as he trailed a path across my back. "What's your name?"

He didn't know my name? What kind of fucking foolishness...the nerve of him—

"I can see the gears practically turning in your head," he said with a laugh. "You never told me your name, even before."

I could feel myself getting hot in the dimly lit room, before turning to face him. "Cash."

"Ass?" He mispronounced, with a raised eyebrow.

I sighed before shaking my head. "No, Cash, short for Cashmere. Like the really soft wool from sheep's fur."

Rustles from the sheets were audible before I felt his fingers on my face and turned my face to his. My heart raced at the look on his face, and I wanted nothing more at the moment than to call him mine.

"Is that why your lips are soft as satin?" He said with a sly smirk, before placing his lips on my own again. "I can't get enough of it, your lips to me are akin to ambrosia for the gods."

And just like that, I was gone again.

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It was around 4 am when I left the party to get back to my dorm. We had sex twice more before I decided I had to leave. I'm not sure if he heard me leave because he was knocked out after.

I didn't get it though. Boys can play football and practice for more than seven hours, but when it comes to sex they could only last one round. What?

(a/n: if someone gets this reference I will cry)

My Introduction to American Constitutional Amendments lecture dragged more than usual and the cup of overpriced campus coffee sitting on my desk was doing nothing to stop my yawning. I didn't get sleep all weekend because I couldn't stop thinking about Zayn.

And also, that Calculus problem set I waited to do last minute played a huge part too.

Eventually, I couldn't take it anymore so I just up and left the lecture hall. I'd just get the rest of the session online, because it wasn't like I was actually taking notes and paying attention.

It was getting cooler outside and goosebumps were starting to form on my bare legs. My skirt swayed in the light breeze, and I clutched my sweater tighter around my shoulders.

"Hey!" My head jerked up, and I saw a guy in a letterman jacket running towards my direction.

I glanced behind me to see if he was calling someone else, but there was only a girl across the yard that was too far. Turning back around, I raised an eyebrow at him when he caught up.

"Cashmere, right?" He asked for clarification.

I took in his appearance. Green eyes, black curls tousled on his head messily, and tanned skin. He was about 6'3 and tall, and I could see the small silver hoop of a septum sticking out from the bottom of his nose.

"Who's asking?" I shot back, not stopping for him.

"Wow, Zayn wasn't lying," he said, a smirk now present on his attractive face as he fell into step with me. "You are a feisty piece of work."

Zayn? Oh shit.

Since someone from the football team was approaching me, Zayn probably told the entire team how I put out.

God, I'm such an idiot!

"I don't know what you're talking about," I told him, with a shrug of my shoulder even though my heart was beating at top speed. "Now can you move out of my way?"

I shifted away from him to keep walking but again he stepped into my path. "I'm the only one Zayn told. I'm his best friend, Diego."

I've heard about Diego Morales, he was almost as equally notorious as Zayn himself. They were partners in crime, so my tough resolve faded slightly. Not completely, but a little bit.

It was almost laughable though, how come the running back was more important that the QB in this school?

"Okay, so why are you approaching me?" I asked, confused. Just to tell me he knows Zayn and I slept together?

"Zayn wanted to let you know—" I cut him off right there.

"Hell no. I'm not playing this messenger shit with him," I said sharply, while rolling my eyes. "Why don't you tell him if he wants me to hear something, he should come and find me himself?"

I stepped around him and he let me walk off back towards my dorm. I needed a nap.

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a/n: how was it? i wanna know :)

all the love, rachel.

(p.s. picture of Cash to the side, played by Kylie Bunbury. Ain't she gorgest? lmao)

update (8/15/15): I changed her name, so any type of name other than cash is wrong. sorry!