One Direction Preferences

91. Fast Cars

Harry: You had just picked up Harry from the airport. He'd been gone for months and you couldn't keep your hands off him. At first it was innocent, bringing his hand that rested on the middle console to your lips, peppering it with light kisses. Then without warning you slipped one of his fingers in your mouth, swirling your tongue around it, then adding another digit. Harry was completely caught off guard so an eager moan escaped his lips. "kitten, wha..." you cut him off whispering in his year. "I missed you so much." Your hand found its spot on his inner thigh, prodding gently. "If you keep this up I'll have no choice but to pull over." His voice was shaky at your touch. You starting palming him through his jeans, "what are you waiting for then?"

Liam: Liam swears there's nothing like the rush he gets when he's driving fast in his favorite car with his favorite girl in his lap. Whenever you can you treat Liam with surprise road head. You start off slow, teasing his thighs and jaw line, which makes him pick up speed. When you finally free him, you waste no time with hands. It takes everything in Liam to balance his concentration between your lips and the road. One hand will grip the steering wheel so hard his knuckles go white while the other finds a handful of your hair, carefully guiding you down, followed by a lustful, "that's it babygirl."

Louis: To Louis you become all the more irresistible when there's someone else driving the two of you. With the combination of how beautiful you look, how much he misses how you feel and the risk of getting caught, there's nothing he wants more and what Louis wants Louis gets. He'll get as close to you as he can until you're practically on is lap. He buries his head in your hair, whispering his uncensored thoughts into your ear. His palm starts to rub the flesh on your thigh as his fingertips just barely make it up your dress. "Lou, he'll see..." you groan. He'll kiss you rough but full of passion, "Good."

Niall: Niall is infamous for having wondering hands whilst he's driving; it's almost never innocent either. Sometimes he'll reach over a tease your breast first, building the knot in the pit of your stomach. Other times he'll go straight to your center, teasing you through the fabric until you're begging him for more. He'll take his eyes off the road for a second to look at you, then back at the road and back at you again as he slips in a finger, finding all the pleasure in your reaction. "You're such a bad girl for me ren't ya?" his accent gets thicker as his hands and dirty talk coaxes you over the edge.

Zayn: In most situations you did the driving since Zayn didn't have his license. He swears he'd have one by now if it weren't for you, he'd never turn down an opportunity to watch his "fit bird handling the stick shift." You were on your way to visit his family, which meant a long drive full of secluded country roads, which Zayn always had to take advantage of. He'd put it off for as long as he could. He leaned towards you, his hot breath on the crook of your neck sent shivers down your spine. He began kissing your neck intently, letting his hand trail down your body and right up your skirt. His actions taking over your concentration, making you swerve. He let out a cocky chuckle, "be a good girl and pullover yeah? Lemme take care of ya."