I Can’t Take This Anymore.

ROY’S POV

“When the contract is over, I want you to return Nayla back to me,” I said to Collin, my tone serious. He laughed loudly. Did he actually think I was joking?

“Dude! Calm down. Why do you sound like Nayla is your property?” Collin asked, jokingly.

“I’m serious, Collin. In six months, I want you to have nothing to do with her.”

“What do you mean I should have nothing to do with her? What’s gotten into you? You’ve been acting strange lately,” Collin said, but I ignored him.

If only he knew how crazy I was at this point… crazy for someone who might not want anything to do with me ever again.

*Phone buzzing.*

Collin’s phone buzzed loudly against the coffee table. He picked it up, hissing softly.

“I guess I have to go now. I have to meet up with Mr. Fred for lunch. I’ll text you later.” Collin hurriedly stood up.

“Are you sure it’s him you’re going to see? You seem too in a hurry,” I joked. Collin chuckled softly.

“Roy, I’m not like you,” he said as he made his way to the exit door.

“You coward!” I called after him before he closed the door.

I sighed deeply, glancing upstairs as Nayla crossed my mind. Should I go talk to her about what happened… or should I pretend it never happened?

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NAYLA’S POV

I got to my room and shut the door behind me. I walked straight to the bathroom, glancing in the mirror when I caught myself smiling.

“When the contract is over, I want you to return Nayla back to me.” The words replayed in my head, sending tingles down my spine.

Was he actually trying to protect me, or did it mean something else?

I walked back to my bed and lay down, staring at the ceiling. I closed my eyes, and the only thing I could see was him—naked, his hot and sexy body… not to mention his huge… fuck! I shouldn’t think that. It’s wrong, yet it feels so good… so right.

I could already feel my pussy throbbing. I pressed my thighs together, trying to contain the urge; the arousal that almost took control of me in the living room.

I wanted him….i wanted him so bad , Damn! I shouldn’t have ran away. But if I didn’t, Collin would have walked up to us. Right?

Fuck, I could feel my arousal grow as I thought about the things we could have done. How good his huge and veiny cock would have felt deep down in my throat.

I wanted to feel his touch, his lips against mine, his Cock deep inside of me. I wanted him to fuck me so bad. So…..so bad.

I slid my hand slowly through the waistband of my jogging pants, I parted my legs gaining access to my wet and juicy pussy.

I adjusted my underwear that was already wet from my arousal, i dug my index finger and slowly, I began to thrust.

“Fuck….Yes.” I whispered, holding back my urge to scream so no one would hear me.

My right hand found my boobs and I began massaging my hardened nipples.

“Yes Roy, Fuck me, please, yes!” I moaned softly, my voice rising as i imagined it was Roy.

This was my first time fingering myself, and it felt so good. I bit my bottom lip, taking in the pleasure. But everything got interrupted by a knock.

“Knock! Knock!”

I quickly pulled up my pants, dressing my clothes, before getting up to open the door.

I opened the door, expecting to see Collin, but it wasn’t him. It was Roy. Suddenly, my heart began to race.

“I—I didn’t see anything, I swear ?” I breathed out, my heart racing as his body hovered over me.

“Shhhhh! I don’t care….I want you, Nayla,” he said, his eyes darkening with an intensity that sent shivers down my spine.

“Bu—But…” I tried to protest, but the words caught in my throat.

Before I could finish, he stepped closer, closing the distance between us. My pulse quickened as he leaned in, his breath warm against my skin.

“Please, Nayla, I can’t take this anymore,” he whispered, his voice low and filled with longing.

In that moment, all my doubts faded. I found myself surrendering to him, to his touch; to his sweet woodsy scent.

I lifted my hands to his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart through his shirt.

“Roy,” I murmured against his lips, barely able to breathe, but he silenced me with a deep kiss.

I kissed him back eagerly, no longer longer willing to deny myself the pleasure I had been craving from him for so long.

I pressed my body against his chest, feeling the outline of his muscles through his shirt. I traced my hand down his hard and erected cock, pressing and squeezing it gently.

“Mhmmnn,” Roy moaned, cupping my face and deepening the kiss.

But all of a sudden, he stopped, he pulled out of the kiss, and began walking away.

Just like that?

I stood there dumbfounded, not knowing what to do. Why did he stop? Didn’t he just say he wanted me?

I walked up to his room, knocking on his door. I waited a few seconds, but he didn’t answer.

I knocked again, louder this time. Still no response. I ran my hand through my hair. Feeling my frustration build up slowly.

“Why don’t you want to answer?! If you don’t want me, why then did you kiss me? why then did you call me back when I saw you naked?! Why the did you say that you want me?!!” I yelled, panting hard as tears rolled down my face.

For years I have helplessly loved Roy. Knowing fully well he would never love me back.

It would have been better that way if he hadn’t kissed me? It would have been easier for me if he hadn’t shown me a glimpse of what it felt like to be with him.

How could he just walk away like that?

I turned around, ready to leave when I heard his door open….