Winning My Ex-Crush

Fenella’s POV

“Oh fuck! Laird!”

I quickly squatted down and shook Laird’s body. His condition was pitiful.

Laird was asleep in the bathtub, both his hands tightly hugging a nearly empty, large bottle of whisky on his chest. His body was folded in an uncomfortable position. I pressed the back of my hand to Laird’s forehead, and his body temperature felt hot.

“Laird, wake up.”

I took the whisky bottle from Laird’s embrace and placed it on the sink table. The blond man seemed deeply asleep with steady breathing. I put all my strength in my hands to lift and pull Laird out of the bathtub.

My hands pulled on Laird’s body and supported his shoulders. He was still too heavy for me to drag alone.

I groaned and lifted his limp body enough to hug his waist tightly. He murmured and mumbled for a moment, but I truly did my best to get him out of the bathtub. His feverish body could worsen, considering he hadn’t even turned on the room heater.

“Ugh, come on,” I groaned loudly. I gasped for breath as I finally managed to lift Laird out of the bathtub.Content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

I gathered my strength again to support him on my shoulders. Fortunately, he was only wearing a thin t-shirt and boxers, so it didn’t add much weight to carry him. His longer legs than mine were now being dragged slowly.

“Fenella?” Laird’s voice sounded in my ear.

“Yes, Laird. Help me to lay you down on the bed,” I said with a trembling voice and shortness of breath.

Slowly, Laird seemed to try to stand on his own. His limp legs began to move forward, even though he was stumbling around. After a few minutes passed, we finally reached the bedroom, and I successfully laid him on the bed.

“Gosh,” I let out a relieved long breath as he finally lay prone on the bed. Well, my job wasn’t finished yet. I got up and turned on the room heater.

I also went to the kitchen to pour water into a glass and get medicine for him. When I returned to the room, Laird seemed to be mumbling and sitting quietly on the bed with half-closed eyelids.

My mind went to his whisky bottle, which still had more than half left from the last time he left it in the fridge. With the bottle now almost empty, I was sure he had been heavily drunk all night.

“Hey, Laird. Take the medicine first.”

I then placed two pills in his mouth. My hand raised the glass to his lips while my other hand cupped his cheek to make him take the medicine. Laird obeyed me and swallowed them.

“Fenella,” he murmured softly after taking his medicine. I quickly placed the glass and pills on the table.

“Yes, Laird. I’m here. Go back to sleep; you’ll be fine,” I said as I wiped his still-feverish forehead.

Suddenly, he hugged me tightly. Then he kissed my shoulder, and it lasted a long time. I hugged his body, hoping the fever would transfer to me so he could recover quickly. He then buried his head in my neck.

“Fenella,” his hoarse voice sounded.

“Yes, Laird,” I replied softly.

Without warning, he kissed my neck. Of course, I was surprised by this action. Laird didn’t just give gentle kisses; he kissed, sucked hard, and even nibbled gently.

“Uh, Laird?”

I couldn’t lie. My body was too accustomed to his kisses. When he sucked on my neck vigorously, I knew my body immediately reacted naturally, whimpering. This time, even his hands aggressively and quickly massaged my breasts.

Everything escalated quickly. The smell of alcohol stung my nose, but I couldn’t hate it because of that. In fact, I became more aroused as he now truly kissed my lips with a tongue that sucked hard and deep. His hands moved even more wildly, squeezing my breasts mercilessly.

“Ugnh, Laird, you’re drunk.” I tried to speak between our kisses, but Laird seemed too drunk to make any sense of it all.

He locked our lips tightly once again. His hands roamed even more wildly on my breasts until I groaned in pain. Pain and pleasure are mixed together.

He stripped off all my clothes as he also took off his shirt. In an instant, we were completely naked.

Even with his eyes still closed, his alcohol-scented lips and tongue refused to let go of my mouth. His lips now moved back down to my neck, sucking hard once again. Then he bit my chin, kissed it, and sucked on it mercilessly.

His lips moved down to my shoulder, into my cleavage, and into my nipple. His bites and sucks felt rough, strong, and merciless. All the while, he continued to squeeze my breasts with a pressure I had never felt before.

“Ah! Laird!”

Laird seemed to be punishing me with his bites, sucking, and hand squeezes. This was serious. My body trembled greatly from this unexpected sensation. Clearly, this was not the gentle Laird Evans I usually knew.

Like a devil, he repeatedly made me scream from the pain and pleasure mingled as one. His fingers also moved, demanding my attention. Regardless of how aroused or in pain I was, he continued to do what he was doing, punishing me.

After minutes passed in rough torment and pleasure, Laird finally directed his cock to my wet pussy. Regardless of the condom, he inserted his cock.

My body convulsed as his large and hard shaft also demanded my pussy submit to him. He lay on top of me, pressing me down, and almost all of our skin touched. Then his hips moved to fuck me very intensely.

I winced and groaned almost simultaneously. What was happening? This felt wrong, but if it was Laird doing it, I didn’t mind at all. Not at all.

I bit my lower lip to stifle my scream. Laird also didn’t stop groaning, and his eyes remained closed. When his eyes opened, both eyeballs looked red and wild. He stared as his hips moved fast and very hard, slamming into my pussy.

His lips once again locked mine under his tongue’s control. His hands were still busy squeezing my breasts. His body pressed tightly against mine, and we both seemed to be fusing to become one.

Perhaps due to the influence of alcohol, his cock showed no sign of weakening. It even became harder and thicker, causing painful friction after friction in my tight pussy. Eventually, I reached the climax, but he was far from finished.

Minutes continued to pass. This time, he returned to sucking and biting my neck. Then my chest, nipples, stomach, and almost my entire body. All this was done while he began to slow the pace of his cock while increasing the strength of each thrust.

“Laird!” I shouted his name as he bit my waist hard.

With one final thrust, his body tensed, and his face grimaced. He growled for a few seconds and then finally laid back on top of my body. His body went limp, and I was exhausted after nearly a sleepless day. In an instant, we fell asleep without caring about the spinning world around us.