BACK TO MY SENSES

LOLA

"Do you want something?"

I had already processed a million emotions when his next words came through.

"I can order you something if breakfast was not to your liking. It's not too late to eat a proper breakfast."

My heart sank into my stomach and I couldn't hold myself back from gasping in shattered hopes.

My hands were shivering so much, I had to clasp them together tightly to stay calm, all this while, Greg's gaze never leaving me.

My lips trembled against the wetness pooling fast between my legs, attempting to run down my thighs. 

All I needed at that moment was a good digging, but of course, I couldn't do it in the presence of my father-in-law, right inside his bedroom — that would be a very crazy stunt to pull.

But what if he was holding back because I wasn't given him any sign to forge forward.

What if---

"It's okay. Think about it and say something," he said, standing from the bed at the same time, then heading towards the gigantic glass closet that stood at a corner of the room, my cue to leave but my feet refused to move.

My entire body was on fire and I could barely hold myself back from gawking at how perfect his back view was framed.

My breathing was heavy and I was sure he heard it, he knew that the only reason this could be was because of that and yet, he didn't act on it.

From where I stood, I couldn't see how much more bulgy his groin had gotten, just a flattering view of his side profile.

I almost fell to my knees thinking of how much his hands could do to heal the earthquake that had started between my legs.

He didn't say any other word and I just stood there, looking sheepishly, hoping that the moment moulds into one from my imaginations.

He was taking a ridiculous amount of time making a decision with the contents of the closet and I couldn't help but think he was hiding how hard he had grown down there.

Knowing that was a possibility made me even more helpless.

"Go!" he beckoned, in a quieter voice, that single word carrying the weight of the moment, the secret thoughts that could never be unravelled, the final push that confirmed my fear — it wouldn't happen. Not today.

In one swift move, I turned and walked out the door, the shamelessness of my desire hastening after me.

I couldn't contain it as I hurried through the quiet corridor, across the sitting room and finally hopping up the stairs.

Freddy.

He should be in his room — sleeping or scrolling through hockey news. He just came in anyways.

Compared to digging myself, it would be more excellent if a human did it.

I was sure I was going to cum and I needed a strong urge to roll it off, it destroyed me. I couldn't think of anything else aside from the strong arms of my ex-boyfriend who has now become my brother-in-law.

I was sweating profusely when I broke through his door to see him sprawled across the bed, his headset planted against his ears and his fingers working fast against his phone.

Seizing that opportunity, I began to pluck my clothes off my skin. My panties were soaking wet, they clung to my cl*t.

Gently, I pulled it off, pressing it to my nose and inhaling in one deep breath. A crippling sensation filled my stomach and I gulped to the pleasure it promised.

Freddy shifted on the bed, aching his back up like he wanted to get up but wasn't sure if the time was right yet.

I think he got a feeling that it wasn't just him in the room.

Then, his face turned in my direction. Our eyes met and our gazes clicked locked.

Frantically, he pulled the headset over, tossing it to the side of the bed. His phone slipped off his hand and his eyes devoured the sight before him.

He had his body off the bed and was just kneeling against the mattress.

He wasn't making any move and I was becoming impatient.

More than anything, I wanted to be digged. At that point, I didn't mind doing it myself, but I wanted to have a little faith in myself.

"C'mon Freddy! I need your hands on me," I spoke breathily, my voice breaking to the hunger that had my p*ssy swollen, wet and throbbing.

Freddy threw his head back. I could tell he was fighting his own desires.

Seeing him like that caused the ugly feeling that crept up on me during breakfast break loose, but I fought to keep my mind free.

Eddy might see me as a piece of old furniture without a use, but I was convinced Freddy adored my body.

Greg could throw me out of his room after causing me to feel like that, but I was sure Freddy would want to keep me in his for as long as was possible.

"Freddy, look at me," I spoke slowly, crawling up to him on the bed. He didn't back off.

"I'm dripping like crazy and I need you right now," a pulse jammed against my hole and I gagged, moaning to the pleasure I couldn't contain.

My body was pressed against his and I could feel the swell of his c*ck against the face of my p*ssy.

I bit down slightly against my lower lip, rubbing my thighs together to ease the hunger while slowly moaning to the rhthym of the sleek sound that bounced off my skin as I rubbed.

"You haven't answered my question," Freddy finally gave in, snatching my neck and tugging my chin back to prop my head up.

I couldn't understand what he was asking — my thoughts were focused on quenching the desire that flattered against my p*ssy.

I sighed. Stretching my hands towards him and managing to wrap them around his neck.

"Don't try to be smart with me, Lola."

His breathing was loud, and the energy around his words were weakened — I knew I had gotten him.

"Touch me."

"Damn you, Lola. What makes you think I would want to?"

"Because you never stopped wanting."

I had barely finished my sentence when his lips came down on mine — mercilessly, like he had been holding back for a long time.

Together, we devoured every corner inside our mouths before he drooled down my neck, his tongue soaking wet against the warmth of my skin.

For me and Freddy, a good moment starts with a good kiss.

I guided his hand until it was lodged between my legs. Clasping my thighs tight against it, I allowed him to do his will.

Freddy didn't waste any time bringing me to tears. 

"Should I stop?"

"Don't you dare!"

He chuckled, proceeding to dig in deeper, withdrawing slowly while his lips trembled against the skin of my neck.

I lost it. I missed Freddy. I miss how good it used to be.

"Fredmon," I whispered into his ear, my voice shaky, you'd think I said "Red monkey"

Silence.

"F*ck me back to my senses. Please.”