Winning My Ex-Crush

Fenella’s POV

I still remained silent, refusing to answer. My heart was beating fast. Laird’s interrogation that forced me to answer was something I didn’t like.

If he saw my facial expression, I knew he could easily guess my answer. Therefore, even though Laird kept asking, I still covered my face with my knees.

“Hey, are you going to accept him?” Again and again, he forced me to answer.

His taunting eventually disturbed me. I’m impatient and easily triggered by emotions. So, his voice, the way he manipulated words to persuade me, and his mischievous fingers twisting my loose hair now make me even more annoyed.

“Stop it,” I said irritably.

“Tell me,” he continued to persuade me.

“Stop! I’m going to reject him!” Finally, my emotions exploded, and I exclaimed in frustration.

“I’ve answered. Are you satisfied?” I glared at him, expressing my frustration.

He simply remained silent. It seemed he was surprised by my answer. Laird’s eyelids blinked, then he stared at me intently. Yes, I knew. He read my facial expression, and he knew what was in my heart.

I stood up in anger. My hands patted my pants hastily.

I think this is enough, and I don’t want to fall into his game anymore. I know he will only play me again if he knows what’s really in my heart.

“Why did you reject him?”

Laird also got up from his seat. He even picked up my bag, which was lying on the ground, to prevent me from leaving. Our hands struggled to fight for my bag.

“Let go. I don’t want to answer.” I tried to pull my bag, but his grip was stronger.

“Isn’t your date fun? Why do you want to reject him?” He asked with the same serious expression on his face.

“Don’t be nosy.” I still tried to escape his question.

This time, his hands wrapped around my shoulders and neck. He almost squeezed my neck to keep me from leaving and answering.

“I want to know the reason. Why do you want to reject Lloyd? Don’t you like him?” His series of questions made me unable to move.

He’s too good at reading my feelings. He’s too clever to find a way to elicit answers from me. Am I really that tightly gripped by him? Even though he ignored me for years and acted coldly toward me, am I still unable to resist him?

He hugged me, and unconsciously, both of my hands squeezed the back of his red varsity Red Sox jacket. I buried my fingers tightly into his back.

“Because it’s unethical.”

So evil. I know he knows the answer. Why does he keep forcing me to answer with my own mouth?

“Why is that unethical?” His voice sounded loose in my ears.

I’m losing a lot of time with Laird. I didn’t realize he was taller than me. His shoulders became wide, and his back was so strong. I’m breathing in the scent of his fleece jacket, a mixture of laundry soap, and his typical sweat. It’s strange, but I like the smell.

“Because he’s your brother.” I know he understands the true meaning behind those words. He’s too smart.

Laird released his arms. His hands covered my cheeks. His sticky eyes looked like he was examining every sign of rejection in my gaze. His face was slowly getting closer, and I could feel his warm breath in the corners of my lips. I closed my eyes and held my breath.

The touch on my lips feels soft, wet, and warm. There’s no strawberry or other fruit like I always imagined.

My heart was beating too fast, as if it had exploded. I was able to breathe again when the touch on my lips disappeared. The black hole in the center of Laird’s iris seemed to swallow me.

He hugged me tightly and kissed me again. This time, the kiss was longer and deeper, and we were able to feel every slow movement that the suction and bump on our lips created. His finger smoothed my cheek so that his lips still sucked my lower lips.

I don’t know what pushed me, but I dared to lick his gentle bottom lips. He did, too, carefully licking the corner of my lips. Suddenly, he retreated.

“Naughty girl.” He smiled and licked his own lips. I hit his chest with a shy face.

“It hurts.” He cried out and grabbed my fist. “Let’s go home.”

It’s weird, I thought. It’s too unreal. It’s hard to believe. Today is incredibly confusing. I didn’t dare ask Laird any further. I’m afraid to mess it up. All the way home, we were just holding hands.

***

Back to the present…

Of course, all of that has been quite a happy memory in the past. Who would have thought that after nine years since our first innocent and naive kiss, we are back together now? There is no more doubt, only the burning love in our hearts.

I gasped for breath as Laird made me orgasm for the third time this afternoon. Yes, I rescheduled the beauty clinic photoshoot due to the scratch marks on my face, which would clearly look bad for promoting beauty treatments.

In return, we skipped the remainder of our workday and chose to strengthen our lost love that was once separated by distance and time.This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

“Laird, honey,” I pleaded with him.

“Yes, honey? Tell me what you want,” he growled in my ear with a low voice.

“I want you-” my words caught in my throat as Laird uncovered my hair to suck on my neck.

“Say it clearly,” he whispered as his lips started leaving red marks on my neck.

“I want you to f**k me hard,” I impatiently whimpered.

“Do you like it when I get rough?” he asked as his lips descended back to my nipples and sucked on them forcefully once again.

“Yes! Yes!” My hands gripped his blond hair, unable to resist all of our hot games.

Then he bent my knees tightly against my chest. I felt completely exposed, with the lower part of my body wide open for him. My body trembled in anticipation as Laird’s hard shaft, covered by a thin condom, approached.

I felt powerless and had no control in any form other than providing him with unrestricted access. As Laird directed his penis down there, suddenly it penetrated through my tight opening. I groaned loudly at the rough thrust, as if it were breaking through the deepest part of me.

“Oh! Laird! Oh…” His hands held my folded knees.

I moaned repeatedly each time the tip of his penis felt like it was wedging into the deepest part of my core. It was profound, and I could only moan with pleasure at each sensation Laird created in my body. For a moment, I rolled my eyes up and bit my lower lip, trying to restrain scream after scream that never ceased.

Of course, it was a useless attempt because he continuously thrust deeply until our sex collided in a fast rhythm. Wet sounds splashed every time he pushed hard into my pussy.

He pushed and pulled quickly. My hips also automatically moved towards his to seek more depth inside. My thigh muscles tensed, and my core pulsed up and down, pumping automatically. We did it wild, raw, and rough. Far from innocent and naive.

“Babe, I’m going to come!” He exclaimed with a heavy breath.

“Yes, babe. Ooh…” Both of my hands grabbed the sheets under me with the same gasping breath.

Several minutes passed as our hips still moved automatically and naturally. In the end, I let out a scream with a long breath, simultaneous with the peak of pleasure led by him. My body trembled and writhed for the umpteenth time that afternoon.

His final thrust was extremely hard and deep at a point of his pleasure’s peak. I moaned repeatedly as I felt my pussy burned like it was going to tear apart any moment. It was painful, but I liked it. His body then weakened, and he released my knees freely.