SEX WITH MY BEST FRIEND'S FIANCÉ-Chapter 142

- HAZEL -

I don’t know when I fell asleep. All I know is that I cried my eyes out that evening and stayed in the comfort of his arms as he consoled me. Letting myself be vulnerable again with him while believing his promise.

I felt dizzy in his arms, felt warmth in his embrace despite the cold evening and for a long while, we just stood there, enjoying our silent company while letting our body language communicate the words our mouths couldn’t and the best part? There was nothing sexual about it.

The day got darker but he never asked to leave, he never showed any sign of discomfort or annoyance. He waited for me till I was ready. Until I said I wanted to go. That’s when Killian asked me if I wanted to head to my dorm or come with him.

I knew the obvious answer. I wasn’t going to make the same mistake I did the last time he asked me to come with him. There’s nowhere I’d rather be than where he is and no way on earth is staring at Jasmine’s wall better than being with him. So I gave my answer.

My dorm.

First we head to my dorm but only to grab my stuff. The change of scenery would be nice. Plus, after so long of being with him, it started to get addictive. Now I’m in his bedroom, fully rested and currently awake, resting on his chest as we watch a lecture tutorial together. After all, I’m still a student who needs to study, so who more is better to teach me than my man and professor? I mean, it’s not cheating when he’s not giving me the exam papers.

Plus he teaches me with such warmth and coolness and calmness that it’s easy to understand. Trust me, I’ve had my dumb moments tonight but even during his obviously displayed frustration which was passed across by his facial expressions and sometimes, although barely, slightly raised voiced which sounded slightly distressed yet calm, he chose to be lenient.

The thought makes me laugh. I guess someone is trying to be overly careful not to get on my nerves so he’s watching his temper and words. It’s cute. Very cute.

“Want to call it a night?” He asks, scrolling to the next topic in my syllabus. “This one seems pretty long.” He says, his eye plastered to the screen. I’m guessing he noticed my sleepy eyes, despite having a nap earlier, night still happens to be the time designated for sleeping. I yawn, stretching both hands up while keeping my eyes on him. How do I say he looks so hot when he’s serious in ten different languages?

Man, fuck the course! I want him to fuck me.

“Mhm. I think it’s best. Before I break your calm fortress and make you throw me out.”

A chuckle slip out of Killian’s lips. “Not happening but good point.” He says while saving and closing every file before shutting down my computer. It finally shuts down and he closes my laptop. “You understand things easily, kitten.” Killian says, leaning a hand behind him to drop my laptop on something. I think it’s a bed table. “And you’re very easy to teach. You learn quite quickly too.” Killian looks at me, cupping my chin between two fingers. “It’s one of the things I love about you.” He says, eyes draping down my face to rest in my lips.

What’s better than his glorious compliment is the way he stares at me. It would break my fortress every time and make my knees melt.

My lips part slowly as my gaze feasts on Killian’s facial features. “Which is why you need some sleep so you can assimilate tomorrow.” Killian adds.

My face flattens. I thought his earlier words was a pun but now I’m guessing they aren’t.

“Are you tired?” I ask him, keeping my head pressed in his chest.

“Yes.” Killian says.

“How soon will you sleep?”

“Probably the moment my eyes shut close.” He responds. I swallow. And here I was thinking we could have some foreplay.

“You should sleep then.” I say, shifting my body off his. “Goodnight.” I kiss his nipple then adjust to my side of the bed. I don’t want a cuddle and I have my reason why.

“Goodnight kitten.” Killian turns his back to me.

A sigh leaves my lips. I can’t sleep. This may be the worst time to let my hormones be on a rampage but I can’t help it. After so much emotional swings that transpired between us, from shock to anger to disbelief to making promises and clearing our differences, how can I not be horny?

Especially having to watch him teach me.

I’ll wait long enough till he’s asleep before touching myself. This shouldn’t take too long, I hope.

* My eyes plaster the ceiling. I can’t sleep. The night is here and the silence has been on for a long time. I actually waited.

“Killian?” I whisper, leaning over him to check any traces of him being awake. He’s not. Finally. I spread my legs apart and slip one hand underneath the blanket. I’m not putting on any underwear. All I need to do is to be silent. I use my other hand to push the handkerchief I had tied loosely around my neck all evening up my mouth.

When it fills my mouth completely, I let my hand wander around the bed to feel Killian’s body. Why shouldn’t touch myself to my imagination when the biggest turn on in my life is right on this very bed with me?

I let my fingers spread my pussy lips, massaging my clit and spreading my wetness all over. A stifled moan rattles out my lips as my fingers explores my pussy. I’m wet. Extremely wet and horny. I dip two fingers in.

A gasp leaves my lips as I shut my eyes. I bite my lower lip, pulsing my fingers out then in my pussy again. This time, my body jerks forward, muffled moan louder than my gasp. I use my free hand to explore Killian’s body, underneath his shirt, circling his chest gently with my fingers.

Feeling him while touching myself is another kind of pleasure. I shift my head to the side to behold his body. A crazy thought paints my mind.

I want his fingers filling my core instead, drilling into me hard. I slowly slip my hand out of his shirt, leaning toward his arm to grab it when a swift hand holds mine, stopping me from touching him.

This makes me freeze.

He’s awake. Leaning over to touch him might’ve been a mistake.

“Killian,” I gasp, attempting to talk first and explain myself before he says a word to have a lead in this conversation. Killian rolls over hastily, laying on top of me with a distance between our upper bodies.

“You didn’t think I didn’t know what you wanted from the start, did you?” He asks with a darkened gaze. Killian leans closer to me, making me halt my breath while widening my eyes. “I know when you’re horny.” He says, fingers crawling up the centre of my thighs. “I know when you desire me. I know when your body craves to be fucked.” Killian whispers, staring into my eyes as he says this.

I’ve been quiet, listening to him. I’m still stunned over the fact that he was awake all this time yet pretended not to just to get to me.

“I know when you want me to touch you. I understand your body language way more than someone who’s not you should.” The distance between our faces leaves me in need, craving for our lips to intertwine and taint my skin while he riles into me.

“All you need to do to have me, my dear Hazel, is ask.” These words leave me in a chokehold, and a gasp leaves my lips. Killian finally leans his head closer to mine, facing me. “So do that kitten and who knows? You could get what you want.”