SEX WITH MY BEST FRIEND'S FIANCÉ-Chapter 84 - EIGHTY FOUR

- KILLIAN -

A text notification diverts my attention from the screen to my phone. I was having a virtual meeting. Still having one, but the name that popped on along with the notification gave me all the reason I needed to zone out of this boring yet important meeting.

Hazel. One end of my lips curls to form a not so noticeable half grin.

’What colour of fit fits to go to an eerie party?’

She asks.

’Someone invited me for a dark fantasy, game night party today. I’m syked! Also worried but I’ve got no friends. lmaooo.’ I read. My little angel is a loner? That’s quite shocking yet I don’t seem surprised.

[ Translation; lmao means laughing my ass out ]

I pull my phone from my desk and send a text.

’Show me your options.’ I text and wait. My eyes avert to the screen before me then back to my phone in my hand.

’I-- I don’t got no options. Still on my bed.’

This made me chuckle under my breath. An image drops after. I click on it to load. It’s her. Messily dressed in a baggy, white shirt which drops down one of her shoulders, revealing her collar bones and a tit slip along with her messy hair tied in a rough bun. Her hand is up to her face and two fingers shoot out. She’s sitting in the picture and I can see bits of her dark blue pants.

She sent another image. This one’s of a portion of her lower face where she dips a finger in her cheek and smiles.

She got so comfortable with me really quickly and I love that.

’All I can see is your tit slip.’ I respond, smirking way too much. I texted that on purpose, I want to see her reaction to that.

An image drops. It has a tagged message. ’You mean this one?’ In the photo, her shirt is caught between her teeth, showing me the lower portion of her breasts. Her hand holds one.

My eye darkens. She’s tempting me.

’Or this one?’ Her body is flat on her bed. This time, her shirt is rolled up her shoulders and her hand rests over both tits, covering her nipples. Hazel’s tongue is stuck out.

’Send me one more photo and I’d have you in my bed in ten minutes.’

She was typing before but stopped. Good. I got to her.

A cheeky grin forms on my face as my teeth catch my lip. I’m still staring at her photo. The things that tongue does.

’What’s the matter, kitten? I got your tongue?’ I raise my brow in amusement.

’You’re such an idiot!! Made my heart stop for a second.’

’Language, Kitten.’ My eyes glue her photo again. ’I can do more than make your heart stop. I can make your body feel things like never before.’

I scroll up to the earlier message. And tag the first one where she was requesting for a colour.

’Red. Or black. Although those can be cliché in such themes.’ I respond.

’Want to go shopping together?’ I ask via text immediately after my tagged reply.

Hazel has seen my message but she hasn’t responded. I wonder if my earlier text really left her stunned. That’s not surprising but it’s been way too long.

Another image drops. ’What if... I want to be in your bed in ten minutes? Will you come and get me?’ My thumb clicks on the photo. It’s loading.

My body halts for a second and I feel my breath hitch. My eyes trail from the phone to the erection forming between my legs. Fuck.

How dare she?

My eyes darken as I sight the picture again. A video follows after. It’s a good view of her fingers doing things I want to do to her. Stroking and pummeling into her pussy, deliciously while making me hunger. She’s wet.

My jaw tightens.

So wet. And she looks gorgeous. My lips spread apart. My dick is begging to burst out of my pants in desperation. I clear my throat and avert my gaze to the screen. There’s no use now, nothing in this world will make me pay attention to this meeting or anything else when she’s in my mind. When the video of her tempting me is playing on repeat on my phone.

Oh, Hazel... What are you doing to me?

’What’s the matter? Kitten got your tongue?’ A smirk forms on my lips at the text message.

’Don’t play a dangerous game you can’t finish.’

’I live for the faraway dangers, mi amor.’

My fist clenches. "Gentlemen, as much as I’d hate to leave in a dire moment during the meeting, something urgent just happened." I say, my voice strangling the fuck out of me. "If I can request it, may we reschedule?" I ask. Everyone’s faces are showing on the meeting. All but mine and Liam. Just the bars of our audio lights the portion of our presence on the virtual meeting.

Another message drops. I load the video. A question pops in my head. Is she alone? Because from what I can tell, she’s in her room and these photos are too open. I don’t care if her roommates are ladies, I don’t want anyone laying their eyes upon what’s mine.

My jaw clenches. Yes, I am that jealous.

"Gentlemen?" I highlight when I got no reply. They couldn’t have suddenly gone deaf. Blood is coursing through my veins to what lays between my pants and I think I’d burst.

"If it’s urgent, there’s nothing we can do but reschedule." One of the men in the meeting said.

Yes!

"We do hope everything goes well at your end. Let us know what’s best for you, Ivanov. You’re an important member in this meeting." The same man who spoke earlier for the group says.

"You have my sincere gratitude. I’ll be sure to email you the rescheduled time. One that’ll be best for all of us." I say and wait for them to disconnect.

They did.

Finally. My God.

’I only have a few words to say.’ I text Hazel, giving her my full attention.

’Stay.’

’Wait for me. And don’t move till I get there. Don’t even breathe.’

I exit the meeting and dip my phone in my pocket hastily. Never in my life did I imagine I’d be willing to drive this far for something like this. Out of lustful hunger. Yearning.

I make my way down the stairs, checking my pocket for my car keys.

Asking her not to breathe was a bit extreme but she knows what I mean. I get in my car and take my phone out of my pocket, dropping it on the center part that separates the driver seat from the passenger seat. I don’t know how long I’d be able to hold this erection off. I drop my suit jacket over my thighs. She got me so hard that it’s hard to hide it.

Fuck!

I start my car. My hand leans to the side and I unlock my phone. The video of Hazel teasing herself is in plain sight to me. Oh, kitten, I’ll make that pussy beat for me. Every single throb will be for me. Just me.