SEX WITH MY BEST FRIEND'S FIANCÉ
Chapter 76 - SEVENTY SIX

Chapter 76: Chapter SEVENTY SIX

- KILLIAN -

She was silent throughout the drive. Apart from her outburst about me meeting her in her dorm along with the ground rules when she got in, Hazel said nothing.

I am not one for small talk so I didn’t know what to bring up to kill the silence. I just snuck stares her way every second to ensure she’s comfortable. That was until our drive got eventful. She’s all I can taste in my mouth and I fucking love it.

I grin, driving into my compound.

Today was hell. Everything about today was hell. I thought I’d see her to ease my mind off a lot of things but she never showed up. Fuck, I missed her.

I hate being away from her at all, talk less of a few hours. It felt like forever.

I also find it strange because this feeling is so new to me. Not long ago, I was considering proposing, then seeing her with someone else drove me nuts and I proposed, now all of a sudden, my brain acts like it needs her to function.

Like she’s my daily source of energy supply.

And I know almost nothing about this girl. Out of respect, despite my curiosity, I chose not to do thorough research on her past. I’d rather she tell me.

I want to know her more through her. Aside from physical urges. The real her, in and out.

I get out of the car and walk to her side to open the door for her. Hazel puts her feet out first then steps out.

Her movement is quite wobbly. I grin and shut the door. I know why.

I proceed to get the stuff I bought out of the back seat.

Yes, despite my resolve, I may have stalked her for quite a while without her knowledge and I know every single detail down to the soap she uses. Don’t ask me how. I obviously wouldn’t send a man to do the honours of finding her private daily needs and knowing how I got such information will tag me a pervert.

Which I am for her.

I close the back seat door with a forward thrust of my leg. My hands are occupied with a bouquet and shopping bags full of skin products. I adore her with my eyes peered at her skin. Despite the little effort in her appearance, she looks divine. My eyes are glued between her legs. "Ready to go in?" I ask, standing by her side.

"Lead the way, sir."

My brows furrow. Sir?

I slam my foot on my car, by her side. She flinches.

I lean my body closer to hers. "Don’t call me ’sir’. Drop the formality."

Hazel raises her bag in front of her chest while looking at me. "Okay sir." She whispers sheepishly.

My God.

I smirk. "You’d wish you didn’t say that." I lean backwards and stand. I’m sexually frustrated and all I can think about is stripping her off her clothes and fucking her right here, right now yet she’s pushing me in a way I enjoy.

I’m trying so hard to hold myself from pressing her against my car while she takes in all of me. A sigh escapes my lips. Having my fingers in her ruined my mind and it’s all I can think about. I’d rather have my dick in her instead.

"Maybe I want to." Hazel mutters, pushing her chest high. "Maybe, just maybe, I’d like to know how you," Her hand raises and she ticks her fingers up my chest from my pelvis. "Discipline people." She looks up to face me. A subtle, half grin spread across her lips. Her fingers run down my chest till it rests between my legs. Hazel gropes my groin. "In a sexual way, of course."

I return her gaze. The shyness is gone and confidence replaced her aura. I love how confident she is when she’s intent to have something she wants. But every time I’m aware of her hunger for me, I hide mine. Simply because I enjoy having her all over me. Needy and begging for my touch.

I lean my body forward and nuzzle my lips all over her face. Hazel gasps, tilting her head to the side to give me access. My hands are occupied so I can’t touch her.

I press my lips on her cheek. "Let’s go inside, kitten." I murmur into her skin. "We had a long day."

I take my leg off my car, taking a step back. Even from the short distance, I can feel her frustration.

Perfect.

"See you inside." I wink and continue forward.

- HAZEL -

I don’t get it.

He touches me and makes me insanely horny then leaves me alone. I frown, leaning my body on the chair in his room, enjoying the comfort.

I’ve had a shower and I’m wearing his white tees yet all my mind can think about is the pool formed between my legs. I need him to fuck my brains out. Is that so much to ask?

I cross my arms over my chest. The faint sound of running water fills my ears. Killian is in the shower. I scoff.

Fuck this! My body craves something and it’s going to get it.

I stand and take his shirt off me. It drops on the floor. Now I’m completely naked in his room. I make my way to the bathroom. There’s no law against having two people in the confinement of a shower cubicle.

Steam immediately fills my nostrils as I step inside his bathroom. The subtle thuds as multiple water drops’ collide with the floor tiles in unison resounds louder in my ears. Killian hasn’t noticed me yet, good.

I slide the cubicle glass open and make my way in. He’s standing underneath the shower and water runs down his body. I walk in between, letting my body brush against his on purpose while moving to the wall rack filled with bathing products. I don’t need to look to know he’s watching me.

I get on my tips to reach the shelf holding the body wash. Once my hand has I grip on it, I firm my feet on the ground and press some onto my palm then return it. I don’t need to be washed, I’ve already showered. This is just my way of flaunting my ass.

I walk to a corner and rub my hand all over my body, fondling my breasts gently. Now I walk in front of him. He shifts back to give me space but his body still glues mine from time to time.

Killian’s hard. The poke on my back proves it. Yet his action says other wise. I bend lower, arching my ass to his cock while ensuring his tip rubbed my behind, to wash my toes as warm water rinses my body. A groan slid in my ears. Now I stand and turn to face him. His eyes says the things his mouth doesn’t.

This makes a satisfied grin form on my face. I rinse my hand in front of me, keeping the short distance between us then sink my hand in my hair. My fingers thread my hair gently while water sinks in. Warm water hits my skin, releasing every fatigue and pent up sexual anger I had before.

Killian’s body hauls over me as he rests his hands on the wall. I keep my eyes locked with his while I bend, lower and lower slowly. I press my boobs together when they were directly in front of his dick sandwiching his length for a second before letting go of my boobs.

Now I stand up slowly. My face is directly in front of his member and I’m torn between enveloping it with my mouth or leaving it that way. Sighting his hardness does things to my body. Sends fires down my spine and electricity through every part till it reaches my core.

My nipples harden. I can feel my pussy throb.

With one tilt of my head up and a look at Killian, I kiss his tip. My tongue licks it gently and I stand.

Water washes over my face down my body yet I can feel his hardened breath on my skin. "Please excuse me." I say, but it comes out as a whisper, moving to the side when a hand wraps around my neck and pushes me to the glass cubicle wall. My back collides with the wall roughly yet I feel no pain. Killian put his hand behind me to block me from it.

That’s hot.

"What are you doing?" He asks. His pants pleases me and his eyes darkens.

"What do you think I’m doing?" I respond, keeping my chin up. His hands clench tighter on my neck, causing me to squirm. My lips part slowly to aid me breathe. I had so many responses to that question but I chose this instead. I lower my gaze to his arms. Our strength indifference is obvious so I don’t bother trying to take it off. Permit me to add that I love his hand choking me.

"Hazel," Killian calls.

I reach my hand lower and he groans. I notice his gaze fumble as I make gentle thrusts back and forth around his cock.

"Don’t you want this?" I ask huskily, twisting my hand around his length. "Don’t you want to be in me as much as I want you to?"

His hand eases up around my neck for a second before clasping back immediately.

"Why do you always act so hard?" A grin forms on my lips as the strained words leave my lips. Knowing he’s hard makes this seem like a pun. I try to move my head forward but can’t because of his firm grip. "Want me, Killian."

A groan echoes in the bathroom. He mutters a low hum. He had his fun in the car. Knowing I can give him just as much pleasure with my hand sends fire to my core. The more I stroke him, the more I want him in me.

"Want me like I want you."

He holds my wrist, stopping me from fondling his dick. I look up to face him, staring deep in his eyes. Confusion replaces the assured look I had on my face. "You don’t want me to touch you." I murmur, feeling disdained.

"That’s not true." He says firmly.

I move my hand forward but he holds it back.

"Then why?"

Killian looks away from me.

"Look at me and tell me why."

My brows crease. I know that look. He looks hurt. Why does he look hurt and filled with guilt?

"I don’t want to hurt you, Hazel."

Hurt me? I don’t understand. If sex is what he calls hurting me, then he needs to hold on there because I’m not complaining!!

"You won’t be."

He hisses. "I’m a sadist." Killian murmurs. "I get turned on by inflicting pain on people."

"Including men?"

Killian shoots a frown at me. I bite my lip to hold myself from laughing. What? I need to be sure his abstinence is not due to being bi.

"Don’t play with me when I’m being serious." He growls, his tone sultry and suave.

"I’m sorry."

He takes his other hand from resting on my back and cups my jaw. Killian taps my lip gently with his thumb. He swallows.

"I don’t want to inflict you pain for my own pleasure."

"Killian," I start, looking in his eyes. I lower my gaze to my hand, signalling him to let go. He does. My hand is finally free from his clutch.

I hold both his cheeks. "If that happens, I’ll signify. Don’t worry about hurting me."

"I can’t help it."

"If you ever do, I’ll let you know."

"And if I don’t stop?"

"I’ll sue." I tease, grinning. Killian catches the joke and a smile forms across his face.

"You somehow know how to lighten a conversation."

"What can I say? It’s my forte." I lean my head forward. A slight sting stops me from moving. He strangled me a bit too hard. "Plus," I twine my hand around his waist, pulling him closer to me. The poke on my stomach, along with the steam and my wayward thoughts are intoxicating. "We’ll never not listen to the word ’grey’."

Killian shifts his head back, avoiding my lips. I can still sense some stiffness. "Don’t worry about hurting me, Killian. I know you won’t. So far, all you’ve done is save me." I lean my head closer to his face, getting on my tip toes. His tip taps my pussy lips and I gasp. "You have no idea but you have." My mouth is just inches apart from his lips. "Over and over, you remind me that you care about me. Even now when you could take advantage of this, you’re here, holding back." His wet, pinkish lips are begging to be sucked. His face and body are wet. "Because you’re afraid to hurt me. That shows that you care."

A hand gropes my thigh and he pulls me closer to him. My breath hitches. He slipped in halfway. Feeling his cock fill my hole makes me moan on his mouth.

My lips spread apart to talk. I can’t even remember what I wanted to say and it’s hard to remember. Killian grips my other thigh and raises me up. I feel his hand sink into my skin. My legs are wrapped around his waist and his body presses hard against mine on the wall.

I let out a whimper, tilting my head up to face the ceiling while biting my lip. "Go on. Keep talking." Killian whispers, placing kisses all over my chest.

He thrusts in me. I can feel every inch of his girth deep inside of me and I scream with pleasure. "I... I don’t.."

He plunges out and slams into me again. I feel my walls clench around his dicks and my pussy pools even more. He’s barely moving yet every bit of my body is sensitive to his touch.

"I thought I missed your fingers." I pant. "I never realised how much I missed you."

A scoff slid in my ears. He supports my weight with one hand and reaches the other to my wet hair, holding them behind my head. "You missed taking me in. You just missed my cock." He slams into me again. My hand scratches his back. He’s not wrong.

I won’t deny the allegations. But fuck, it feels so good. It feels divine.

It’s been so long. I can’t believe I’ve been starved of him for so long.