Warning!!!
This chapter contains steamy and sexual content!!!
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Okay, you really need to stop doing this to me,” Emily says, tilting her head. “You have another hickey, Nina.”
Oh my gosh. Alex is so reckless. I’ve been with him for about a week, and every day he leaves a new mark, but man, it feels amazing.
“I’m your best friend! Why don’t you tell me?” she asks, pouting, and I gulp.
“I only kissed him, alright? Just a kiss,” I shrug, and Emily’s eyes widen in disbelief.
“You’ve been making out with someone and you didn’t tell me?” she exclaims, laughing. “Who is he? Is he cute?” I can’t help but smile.
“He’s the most attractive and sexiest guy I’ve ever met,” I reply, and she squeals in excitement.
“Who is it? You have to introduce me!” she insists, and I laugh, realizing I can’t reveal anything just yet.
“I can’t tell you right now; I don’t want anyone to know,” I say, and she pouts in response. “I promise I will tell you as soon as I can,” I assure her, and she rolls her eyes.
“Come on! We’re best friends; I won’t tell a soul!” she pleads, and I bite my lower lip.
“How about this: give me until tomorrow?” I suggest, and she throws a mini tantrum, but I can’t help but laugh. “You know I’m very loyal; if I want to keep this secret, I can’t tell anyone-not even you.” She gives me a disappointed look. “Please, just until tomorrow,” I murmur, and she huffs.
“I swear, if you don’t tell me by tomorrow, I’m going to kill you,” she warns, and I smile, then sigh before saying goodbye and heading home in a taxi, directing the driver to Alex’s place.
I ring the bell and see him smile as he answers.
“What are you doing here, sweetheart?” he asks, opening the door wide. I rush in and throw my arms around him. As he kisses me, his hands find my waist, squeezing gently. With the door closed behind us, he deepens the kiss.
“I missed you,” I whisper, and he playfully nibbles my lip. When he starts leaning toward my neck, I stop him.
“No, you can’t kiss my neck anymore. You keep leaving bruises, and Emily is dying to know who it is!” I exclaim, and he laughs.
“What’s wrong with marking your territory?” he asks with a cheeky smile, and I roll my eyes.
“Seriously, Alex,” I murmur, pouting. “What should I tell Emily?” He stammers a little.
“Just say it’s a guy from the party you’ve been seeing,” he shrugs.
“But she wants names!” I protest, and he makes a face as if it’s no big deal.
“Make one up,” he suggests casually, which makes me snort as I pull my hair back.
“I trust her, Alex,” I reply softly. “If she knows about us, she won’t spill.” He chuckles and shakes his head.
“You’re crazy, Nina,” he says, and I counter, “It’s not my fault; it’s yours. You’re the one leaving these bruises.” He raises an eyebrow, licking his lips.
“Nina, we’re doing great, okay? I like taking risks, but I don’t want to jeopardize what we have,” he says, and I sigh. “Let’s have someone pretend to be me,” he suggests, and I laugh. “I’ll pay him to go with you to see Emily and convince her he’s the one behind all this,” he explains, and I nod. He pulls me closer by the waist. “I don’t like when you’re upset with me,” he whispers, and I smile. “Oh, and I have a surprise for you,” he adds, excitedly taking my hand to lead me to his room, where I spot a large roulette wheel.
“What is that?” I laugh as he wraps his arms around me.
“It’s the relationship roulette,” he says, and I scrunch my nose in confusion. “We’ll spin it every week and switch roles in our relationship,” he explains, showing me the different options: normal, sex only, pseudo-masochism, dd/lg, long-distance, romantic, open, as friends, dominance/submission, and bondage. “Let’s start with normal,” he says, spinning the wheel and it lands on ‘normal,’ making him smile at me. “Next Sunday, we’ll spin again to see what kind of relationship we’ll have,” he adds, which I nod in agreement.
“But what if we just end up doing it?” I ask, and he raises an eyebrow. “I’m a virgin, Alex. I can’t just have sex for a week,” I state plainly, and he smiles, pulling me in closer.
“That can be solved,” he whispers in my ear, prompting a shiver down my spine. He begins to lift my shirt, but I pull back.
“No, I’m sorry, I can’t do this,” I protest, but he gently caresses my face, nodding.
“No pressure,” he reassures me, and I bury my face in his neck, leaving a soft kiss there. His embrace feels so comforting, and I can’t explain why I find it so good to be in his arms.
“James Wilson,” he suddenly says, catching my attention. “That’s the name of the guy you’ve been with,” he adds, making me laugh and nod. “I’ll arrange for a guy, but he has to be handsome. I don’t want to feel embarrassed,” I say, and he laughs. “When Emily asked, I told her he was the most handsome man I’ve ever seen,” I confess, and he smiles warmly.
“Aw,” he says, and I chuckle.
“Have you noticed how cheerful you are?” I tease, and he raises an eyebrow.
“People say I’m bitter and a party pooper,” he replies, and I scrunch my nose.
“Except for me!” I laugh, and he kisses me gently, guiding us to the couch.
“Can I be honest with you?” he asks, and I nod, settling on his lap.
“I’m counting the minutes until I can make you mine,” he whispers against my neck, making me moan as he starts to remove my shirt and shorts.
His slip is hand into my panties, stroking my Pussy gently, and I moan softly.
“Let me see you naked, please,” he growls. I smile and shake my head playfully.
I remove his shirt, tracing my fingers over his chest. I love the way his tattoos look and how firm he feels, along with his delightful scent. I lean in to kiss his neck, making sure I leave some marks from there down to his chest, then I slide down, positioning myself in front of him.
I honestly don’t know what I’m doing, but I just want to look enticing for him.
Alex watches intently as I start to unbutton his pants, pulling them down with his help until it reveal is boxer. I run my hand over his Penis, feeling him harden in response.
“Oh wow,” I whisper, and I can hear him moan.
“Yes, baby,” he gasps, and I continue.
“Do you like this?” I ask, and he moans again, his eyes closed, making me continue.
I switch positions, kissing my way across his chest as he squirms under my touch.
“Please don’t leave me in suspense,” he whispers, feeling me bite my lip.
Deciding to go further, I lower his boxers completely, revealing his Penis completely. Panic rises in me, but I tell myself to just go for it.
“Take it with your hand,” Alex instructs in a hushed tone, and I comply. Without hesitating, I begin to stroke him.
I lean in, kissing his chest, and in a moment of courage, I take the tip of his Penis into my mouth, sucking gently.
“Shit!” he exclaims loudly, and I’m filled with a mix of anxiety and thrill.
“Keep going, baby, you’re doing amazing,” he encourages, and I muster my confidence, taking him deeper.
I may be inexperienced, but I take his leading well, licking and sucking on his penis gently. My nervousness begins to fade as I focus on what Alex enjoys.
“Do you need something?” he asks, and I nod, unsure of exactly what he means. He grips my hair, gently guiding my movements, as I feel the heat rise.
“Oh no,” I think, realizing I might be in over my head.
As his movements quicken, my eye where turning red and saliva were coming out of my mouth, Alex has put all is lengthening hard Penis in my mouth causing me to almost choke, I hit him on his thigh a little but he didn’t feel anything due to the pleasure…. his movements quicken more and I can feel him tensing, and then suddenly, he cum in inside my mouth. With no other choice, I gulp it down, a wave of disgust rushing through me, but I knew I had to manage.
Finally, I pull off, coughing as I wipe the lower part of my face with Alex’s shirt, and I see him lying back, eyes closed, recovering from the moment.
He beckons me to join him, and I move to sit beside him, an unsettling mix of emotions writhing within me as I reflect on what just happened.
“Tomorrow, I’ll pick you up at ten,” he says, breaking the silence. “Wear something casual,” he instructs, and I give a nod, my thoughts racing.
After a moment of silence, I break the tension. “Do you think any of this is wrong?” I ask, genuinely curious.
“Not at all,” he responds quickly. “Why do you ask?”
I shrug. “And you? Do you think it’s wrong?” I look deeply into his eyes, searching for a hint of hesitation.
After a moment, I answer thoughtfully, “No.” A smile spreads across his face, and I feel a wave of relief.
“Good.