(No Control - 41. Rock Me)

Her lips are soft - so fucking soft. I can't resist slipping my tongue in her mouth and I moan as her fingers stroke the back of my neck. I hear Niall's voice in my head - Make sure you crack one off before she arrives this time, yeah?

I never even gave it a thought this morning; I was too nervous and preoccupied with getting to the airport. And judging by the way my dick is straining in my pants already I am beginning to wish I had.

I touch her hand, and feel her skin erupt in goosebumps. I pull away from her lips and look into her eyes, and I can't stop myself smiling. She smiles back shyly; innocently.

She's beautiful.

I turn my body towards her and rest my head on my hand. I'm grinning idiotically and she's doing the same.

"So," I begin.

"So," she echoes, and then chuckles before looking away out of the window.

"Don't go all shy on me now," I chide her softly, and she nudges my knee with hers.

"Stop embarrassing me then!"

She's so cute when she's embarrassed. But I don't want her to feel awkward.

"Did you sleep on the plane?" I ask, changing the subject.

"Yeah, for a few hours," she nods.

"You can get your head down for a bit when we get home if you like," I suggest.

"I'm OK," she smiles. "The longer I can stay up tonight the better."

I nod.

I can't stop smiling.

I can't believe she's finally here.

The conversation on the way back is a little awkward, and I feel for the first time the pressure on us. I really want to relax but I'm nervous, and I feel like it shows. I'm relieved when we arrive home, and I lead Jess through to the kitchen as Mike and Steve bring her case into the hall. I start making us a cup of tea.

"Do you mind if I get changed?" she asks.

"Oh yeah, course, sorry," I say, and I want to facepalm. She's been on a plane for twelve hours - of course she would want to freshen up. "Let me show you upstairs," I offer, and I lead her to the bottom of the stairs and grab the handle of her case. It weighs a ton. "Bloody hell, what have you got in here?"

"Just the essentials," she says breezily and I feel myself breaking out in a sweat as I heave the bag up the stairs. By the time we reach the top my muscles are ripped and screaming, but I flip my hair casually like it was no effort at all.

I pause for a second on the landing. Suddenly I remember we haven't discussed sleeping arrangements. Do I just take her case into my room?

"I meant what I said earlier. On text," I say, looking into her eyes. "No pressure. You know."

She blushes. "It's fine. I'm not the sort to succumb to peer pressure."

No, I bet you're not.

I drag her case into my bedroom and leave it by the window, and point her in the direction of the ensuite.

I head back downstairs and reboil the kettle, and then stare out of the window at the pool. It looks beautiful in the late afternoon sunshine. I can't wait to chill out out there with Jess tomorrow.

I need to break the ice properly. We hit it off so easily the first couple of times, and I feel like we just need to relax around each other and we'll be fine.

Should I try and make a move on her? I don't want to give across the wrong impression. I don't want her to think I'm some pervert who only invited her here for one thing. And I don't want her to think that I think she's that kind of girl.

I stare into space for another ten minutes and have to reboil the kettle for the third time, and I've just finished making the tea when she appears in the doorway, smiling shyly. My stomach flutters.

"Hi," she says.

"Oh hey," I reply. "I made you a cup of tea."

She smiles and I grin back.

"I didn't mean to say that out loud!" she says, and slowly turns crimson.

She's lost me. She didn't say anything?

"Say what?" I ask, and she looks horrified and blushes deeper.

"No-nothing."

She was obviously thinking something about me and thinks she said it out loud. What was it?

"What did you think you said?"

I walk around the kitchen island and stand in front of her, and she fidgets uncomfortably and clears her throat.

Ha! She's rattled.

"Your house is really nice," she says, and I start to laugh. Who does she think she's kidding?

"That's not what you were thinking," I call her out.

"Well that's all you're getting," she says, flatly. "Stop fishing for compliments."

I knew it! I knew it was something about me!

"Ah, so you were paying me a compliment?" I ask, wiggling my eyebrows, and she frowns in annoyance.

I decide to let her off because she's so damn cute.

"Are you hungry?" I ask.

"Yeah I am," she says.

"I thought we could order a takeaway? Maybe watch a film?"

I don't want to attempt to cook her a romantic meal when she's only just got here. I'm trying to keep things light.

"Yeah sounds good," she nods.

"Come on, I'll show you the lounge," I say, and gesture for her to go in front of me across the hall.

I order the pizza while she admires the view over Beverly Hills, and then I realise she's standing by the window awkwardly.

Fuck, I'm so awkward at stuff like this, too.

"You wanna sit down?" I offer, and leapfrog over the back of the sofa, landing with a thump.

Oh God, that wasn't cool.

Thankfully, she laughs though, and sits down next to me, wrapping her hands around her mug. She has really dainty fingers.

"So what do you have planned for this week?" she's asking.

Ha, if only she knew. I struggle to keep my expression nonchalant.

"Nothing really planned," I tell her, vaguely. "I thought maybe we could go to the beach, maybe go shopping in Beverly Hills... but we can do whatever you want."

"Whatever I want?" she says, and I swear to God she's flirting with me. Fuck.

I smirk.

"Did you have something in mind?"

"Maybe," she says coyly, and I sit up slowly, raising one eyebrow.

"And what might that be?"

I stare into her eyes and lean towards her, and suddenly there's fucking sexual tension in the room.

"Keep looking at me like that and you might just find out," she murmurs. I can feel myself getting hard, and a weird sound of longing escapes my mouth.

"You can't say things like that," I breathe, and before I have time to hesitate I lean over and press my lips onto hers.

Desire ignites in me straight away. Her arms slide around my neck as she kisses me fiercely and passionately, and I place my hands lightly on her hips. She moves so she is sitting astride my lap, and my boner throbs in my jeans as I slip my hands under the fabric of her top and stroke her hot skin, before squeezing her hips gently as her tongue slides along my bottom lip. I hear myself moan again, and she moves her hands up to my face as we kiss.

Fuck, this has escalated quickly. I'm so turned on, I feel like I could explode. Her breath is hot on my face and I raise my hips slightly, almost involuntarily, to press myself against her. I'm just about to pull her top over her head when the doorbell rings and she practically leaps off my lap.

I struggle to control my breathing as we smile guiltily at each other, and I stand up to answer the door. I pause in the hall out of sight to adjust my jeans, and pray whoever it is doesn't notice my raging boner.

It's the pizza delivery man, and thankfully he doesn't. I tip him generously and return to the lounge with the pizzas.

"I'm starving," Jess says as I set the boxes down on the coffee table.

"Dig in," I smile, and I flick the TV on as she opens the first box and grabs a slice.

"So how come you've come to LA and not England?" she asks. "I mean, isn't your family in England?"

"Yeah they are," I tell her. "But the weather's better here. And I get mobbed a bit less. And we've got some stuff lined up over here next month so it just made sense to come straight here for a bit of peace and quiet."

I want to offload about Zayn, but now isn't really the time. I don't want to scare her off by getting all heavy when she's only been here an hour.

"Don't you get recognised over here?" she asks, sounding surprised.

"Well, yeah, I do," I say awkwardly. "But just not as much. The paps don't hassle me the same. I get photographed, but it's less intrusive most of the time." I hesitate for a second. "You'll probably experience it a bit while you're here. Sorry in advance."

She shrugs casually. "It's fine. I'm tougher than I look. I'm sure I'll cope with it."

She might not be saying that when they start printing all sorts of shit about us. But I suppose it's a good sign that this hasn't scared her off. Yet.

After we've finished the pizza I make us some popcorn, close the curtains and put a film on. I sit back down on the sofa and as soon as I do, I realise I'm sitting at the opposite end to Jess.

Fuck. I didn't think this through. I can't get up now and move closer to her - it'll look awkward.

Fuck.

We sit in silence for a few minutes and I keep sneaking looks at her. I suddenly notice her eyes look a bit glazed.

"Are you tired?" I ask.

"Mmm a bit," she says, and she sounds half dead.

"We can go to bed if you want?" I suggest.

"No I'm fine," she says quickly.

Oh no - she's stressing about the sleeping arrangements isn't she? Why didn't I have the balls to bring this up sooner? I don't want her to be worrying about it.

I want to ask her to cuddle up against me, but are we in that place yet? I don't fucking know. I feel like I'm back in high school or something.

I'm going for it.

I hold my arm out hopefully and she smiles and scoots over to lean against me. I put my arm around her shoulders and my heart starts to race. I hope she can't feel it. That's so embarrassing.

We stay like that for a couple of minutes and I can smell her tropical shampoo again. I lean my head towards hers slightly, and then I realise she's gone really quiet.

"Jess?" I murmur.

She jerks awake, making me chuckle.

"You should go to bed. You must be exhausted," I say softly.

"Mmm," she mumbles sleepily. "I guess I am."

I remove my arm from around her shoulders and stand up, and hold my hand out to help her up.

"Come on. You'll feel better once you've had a good sleep," I say.

She looks up at me and I feel a tingle rush through my body as our eyes meet. I really, really want to kiss her again. I take a step towards her and stop, suddenly afraid of being too pushy. Does she want to take things slowly?

She bites her lip and I lose control. I bend forward and kiss her. My arms slide around her small waist; she feels so slight in my arms. I pull her against me so our hips are touching and as I gently touch her tongue with mine her arms slide up my back under my tshirt and I have to stop myself from shuddering at her touch. I pull her tightly against me and she tugs at the hem of my top, pulling it up and over my head in one swift movement.

Well well well. Someone just laid their cards on the table.

She looks down at my chest and seductively runs her finger down my stomach, leaving a trail of goosebumps as my skin tingles in its wake. She reaches my jeans and I lean down to kiss her again. My breathing is becoming ragged as my body responds to what I know is coming next.

"Oh I just wanna take you anywhere that you like, we could go out any day any night..."

What the fuck?

I pull away from her an inch and smirk, as the opening bars of Kiss You begin to sound from my coffee table. As if that's her ringtone. Of all the fucking One Direction songs she could pick.

"Is that your ringtone?" I tease, and she gives me a scornful look.

"No. It's clearly yours," she replies, but she's starting to blush.

I laugh at her sense of humour and her embarrassment, and she steps away from me and picks up her phone.

"It's my mum," she says, staring at the screen. "Shit, I forgot to let her know I'd arrived."

"Answer it, then!" I urge. I don't need her family worrying about her already.

"She needs to work on her timing," she mutters.

She's not wrong.

I clear the pizza boxes away to give her some privacy to talk to her mum, and I'm just filling a couple of glasses with water to take up to bed when she reappears.

"Is your mum ok?" I ask.

"Yeah, she was just stressing because I forgot to call," she smiles. "Apparently my dad was going crazy because I'm thousands of miles away with a strange boy."

I can't help but grin at this.

"A strange boy?"

That's not the first impression I was going for.

"Apparently," she laughs.

"I hope you set them straight," I say, still grinning.

"Yeah, I told them you're not strange, you're hot, especially when you've got no shirt on."

Well I wasn't expecting that. She's suddenly got her confidence back.

"Did you really say that?" I ask. I'm sure she's kidding but I just never know with her.

"No!" she laughs again. "My brother would be on the next flight over here if he heard that."

Fuck. That.

I laugh as I walk over to her with the glasses, but I've never found anything less funny in my life. Would he really turn up here? I can't think about that right now.

We were supposed to be going up to bed, but if I suggest that now it's just going to be awkward.

Fuck it.

"You ready to go up?"

She nods and reaches over to my stroke my arm with her fingers. She's giving me the green light - I get it.

I put the glasses down and put my arms back around her waist. Her arms slide back around my neck and we begin kissing again.

"Oh I just wanna take you anywhere that you like, we could go out any day any night..."

Jess lets out a frustrated sigh and puts her forehead against my chest as I laugh at the third interruption. I look at her phone.

"It's your brother," I grin, but I'm bricking it.

"Hel-" she begins, and then stop and rolls her eyes. "I had a great flight, and yes I arrived safely and the weather's lovely, thanks for asking," she says, her tone dripping with sarcasm.

There is a pause, and I wonder what he's saying to her. It can't be good, judging by the look on her face.

"Who?" she asks, and then says, "Yes, he is. Let me see... errrrr... NO."

Oh fuck, they're talking about me. What are they saying?

"Calvin, it's late, I'm jet lagged, we're - I'm - just going to bed."

Having a sister myself, I know this was completely the wrong thing to say.

"Seriously, Calvin, you sound like Dad. I'm hanging up."

And with that she pulls the phone away from her ear. I hear a male voice shouting something on the other end just before she cuts the call off.

"Come on," she says, and I decide not to argue, and lead her up the stairs.

Her brother hates me, I just know it.

"He hates me, doesn't he," I blurt.

"He hates every man who comes near me. Don't take it personally."

We walk into my bedroom and she tosses her phone on the bed as I put the glasses down. It pings with a text. Seriously, she gets more hassle than I do.

"Is that Calvin?" she sighs, and I peer at her phone screen. I can see the message preview and I grin.

The text is from Callie, and all I can see are the words, Shagged him yet?

"Um, no, it's not," I reply. This is funny.

At least the ice is broken.

I watch as she picks up her phone, her face bright red, shakes her head in disbelief, and begins to smile. That dimple in her cheek is fucking amazing.

"You're really cute when you're embarrassed," I laugh softly.

"Seems to be happening quite a lot, doesn't it," she remarks, and I nod.

I watch her type back, Trying to, but keep getting interrupted! I'll text you tomorrow xxx, before she switches her phone off and tosses it aside.

Cards well and truly on the table now. I just need to make sure she's OK.

"Are you sure?" I ask. "No pressure."

She doesn't answer, but stands in front of me and runs her finger down my stomach again.

I'm rock hard.

"So, that picture you sent me..," I begin as I watch her finger stroking my skin. I can't take my eyes off it.

"Which one?"

"The meme. Of me."

"Mmm hmm?"

She's not looking at me, and that somehow makes it more of a turn on.

"How's that going?" I ask huskily.

"I didn't know we were playing right now," she says coyly.

"Do you want to play?" I ask.

This is an embarrassing attempt at flirting but she doesn't seem to mind.

"Sure," she plays along. "When do we start?"

"Now," I reply. "Ready.... go."

She looks up at me through her eyelashes and I feel a massive twitch in my pants.

"You win," she says immediately, and her hands cup my face as my lips crash onto hers. I pull her body to mine, run my hands down her back and give her bum a soft squeeze. I can't stop a moan from escaping my mouth again.

I suddenly become aware she's still fully dressed and I'm topless. How did that happen?

"Why are you wearing more clothes than me?" I whisper.

"Because you haven't taken them off yet," she fires back.

She's looking at me hungrily, and the intensity of her gaze sends a flush of heat through my body.

"We need to address that immediately," I reply, and I pull her top off. Immediately she pushes her body against mine again, and then shudders as I run my fingertips lightly down her back. I can see the pure, undisguised desire in her eyes and I feel suddenly shy that she's looking at me like this, like she's totally turned on by me. I quickly bend down and kiss her again, and she pulls my jeans down, so I take her leggings off.

She's left in just her underwear, and I gawp at her body like a hormonal teenager.

"You look amazing," is all I can say.

"Have you looked in the mirror lately?" she responds, and I get that feeling of shyness all over again.

"Yeah but I don't get what all the fuss is about," I tell her, trying to deflect the attention away from me. I lower my face to her neck and softly kiss her flushed skin, making my way across her throat to her collarbone, and lift my hand to slip her bra strap down so I can kiss her shoulder. She gives a small moan of enjoyment and I smile against her skin, before straightening my face and wrapping my arm round her waist, pulling her body against mine again and digging my boner into her side. She responds by pushing her hip against it and I let out a harsh breath.

I kiss her lips again, and remove her bra before running my hand over her nipple and getting another gentle sigh from her. Keeping my mouth firmly on hers, I push her gently down on the bed. She reaches down and her hand grips my erection through my boxers and it's my turn to moan now - I'm painfully hard, and as I move my face to her breasts she slips her hand inside my shorts and runs her thumb over my tip.

"God that feels good," I pant.

I don't think anyone has ever turned me on as much as this before. I can't think straight. I want to be inside her. But I'm probably not going to last two minutes.

Fuck, why didn't I listen to Niall?

I slide her knickers off, and she pulls my boxers down, and then I lie on the bed next to her. I want to touch her, and I want her to enjoy it.

I pull her towards me so our skin is touching, and I stroke her breasts gently while she literally squirms. I run my finger down her stomach, copying what she did to me a few minutes ago, and her whole body shudders. I can't help but smile triumphantly that I provoke that reaction from her, and I lean forward and kiss her, and then slip my finger gently between her legs. She gasps and her eyes fly open as my finger slips inside her, and I have to resist the urge to groan at how hot and wet she is. When her fingers curl around my dick and start moving up and down I close my eyes and think of Niall and his stupid fucking comments that I wish I'd listened to, it helps distract me from the tension building in my groin.

After a minute I've forgotten all about Niall and I'm focussing too much on my fingers moving inside her and her hand stroking me faster and faster.

Fuck, I need to get a condom on, asap, if only to de-fucking-sensitise me. Otherwise this will be over before it's even begun.

I'm getting close.

I brush her hand away and roll from my side onto my back, pulling her with me so she's sitting on top of me. She leans forward and kisses me, and her hair flops forward onto my face. It makes me smile, and I give it a playful tug, and she smiles back, flashing that dimple again.

I sit up and grab a condom from the drawer, and once it's on she wastes no time in slipping me inside her. My breathing is ragged again as she's riding me, and I'm propping myself up with one arm, in the same position as last time we did this at her flat.

It feels like ages ago, but at the same time it feels like yesterday.

I need to keep my mind off my orgasm or I'm going to be embarrassed shortly. I can't believe I'm having to do this again.

I make a silent promise to Niall that I will listen to his advice religiously in the future, and begin to think of things to distract me: Smelly socks, FIFA, lifting weights, hoovering...

I run my fingers down Jess's back, round her waist, and then press my thumb in between her legs. She gives a sharp cry and arches her back - what the fuck - is she coming?

Fucking YES!

I want to punch the air with my fist, but I know better than to move my hand away right now.

Knowing she's coming is pushing me closer and closer to the edge.

I can't help rising my hips up to meet her as she carries on moving, and I'm practically panting as I'm starting to get that feeling, heading far too fast to the point of no return, but I can't seem to stop. I want to make her come again, so I really need to slow down but I've lost control. My hips are moving of their own accord; my lips are pressing harder onto hers, breathing fire into her mouth.

I can't stop. I don't want to stop. Fuck.

I feel myself take a sharp intake of breath as I realise I've come too far now, and it's all going to be over in a matter of seconds.

I squeeze my eyes shut, grab Jess's waist with both hands and let myself go, pressing my mouth against hers and groaning embarrassingly loudly. She echoes my sound with her own, and it makes me come harder when I realise she's coming again. Her arms wrap around my neck, pulling my chest against hers as I ride it out.

It feels like an eternity before it begins to fade, and I wrap both my arms around her back and let myself flop backwards onto the bed, pulling her with me. I hear her giggle, and it makes me smile shyly. She carefully climbs off me. I feel her lie down next to me and I put my arm around her and turn my head to kiss her.

I can't speak. I think I've forgotten how.

Her leg is resting on mine, her head is on my shoulder and her eyes are closed.

We lie like that for a couple of minutes, in comfortable silence. I'm just thinking I need to get up and chuck the condom away, and I turn to explain this as I begin to get up, when I notice her breathing is slow and deep. She's fallen asleep.

I delicately lift her head and move my arm out from under her, and make a quick trip to the bathroom to sort myself out. When I return she's in the exact position I left her, fast asleep on top of the covers.

I carefully pull the duvet from underneath her, and she stirs but doesn't wake. I lie down beside her and pull it over us both, before switching the light out.

My eyes take a minute to adjust to the darkness. I roll over onto my side towards her and study her face.

She's just perfect. She's way out of my league.

I reach out and touch her hair, running my fingers through it before brushing it back off her face and tucking it behind her ear.

"You're beautiful," I whisper, and pray to God she doesn't hear me.