Wala akong interest sa mga relasyon, at mas lalong wala akong pake o alam pagdating sa pagmamahal na ‘yan. Hindi ‘yan totoo, pwera nalang kung familial.
Bakit? Dahil hindi naman talaga totoo ‘yon. My mother had to suffer through things alone. My father left us for another woman he'll marry. Kung may pagmamahal, bakit mas pinili ng tatay kong iwan ang mama ko kahit na alam niyang may anak sila? Kung may pagmamahal bakit kami iniwan?
Hindi pa ‘yon nasasagot.
I don't want to be like her. I should be wise enough. Gusto ko ng sex? Sige, pero mag iingat ako. Hindi ako pa-pabuntis. Wala akong plano para ‘don.
"If I didn't offer you a ride, you'd probably go with London," his cold baritone voice.
Ngumisi ako.
"I wouldn't ride with him. I'd ask to ride with you instead.”
"Don't fool around," he scoffed.
Humarap siya sa akin. His face was dark, only lighted by the faint lights in the parking lot.
"I'm not, Psalm Saint," I matched his stare.
His eyes were daggers and cold. What I love the most is his cold appearance and his in heat looking body. He looked like his ears stings hearing his full name.
"Oh, holy. I'm sorry. Was I not supposed to call you that?" I took a step closer and closer. "What shall I call you?" His stare was hard and dominant.
"Hmm? Baby?" I whispered on his ear. Tumingkayad pa ako.
"You're good at playing this, huh? What do you want?" He warned. Though his tone was hard, I can feel the strong urge of almost giving up.
I smiled, sweetly. Hell! I can't fuck this up! Chance ko na 'to!
"I don't want anything else. I only want you."
His lips formed a smirk.
"You play very well with boys, huh? Talliana Aracosa..." he taunted.
"I'm not playing with anything, baby," sensuality lingered in my voice.
"Fuck this," mahinang bulong niya pero dinig ko iyon dahil lumapit pa ako sa kanya.
"Oh, please. You can fuck me instead?" I smiled innocently.
"What?" Psalm scoffed, confused now.
"You look like you haven't done this before. That's funny," pagak akong tumawa.
Come on, Psalm Saint. Hindi kana lugi sa akin, ganoon rin ako sayo, kaya ano pang hinihintay natin? We could be removing each other's clothes now if only he's not talking and just kiss me right there!
"What do you mean? You want to fuck me?" His voice sounded erotic to my ears.
Damn. Did I drink too much? Hindi naman, ah! It was only to gain some confidence!
"I want you to fuck me," seryoso kong sinabi.
His smirked widened, and his confusion became amusement.
"Calm down, woman," he said, then put his hand on the side of my waist.
His words doesn't align with his actions! Paano ako kakalma niyan kung hinahawakan na niya ako.
"Oh... Stop beating around the bush, Psalm. I know you're hard right now," I looked down at his jeans, slightly poking.
“You should be careful of what you're saying. Hindi ‘yan magandang pakinggan…” he whispered.
“Bakit? Ano ba'ng mas magandang pakinggan?”
What is he? Religious fucker? Bait baitan? Ano ‘yan? Parang matanda…
“Are you really up for this kind of shit? You're pretty, you shouldn't be signing up for things like this…”
Natawa ako. “Biblical lang ang pangalan mo pero bastos ka. Huwag kang mag malinis…”
I very well know boys. Sa mata palang, alam ko na kung pinagnanasaan ba ako o hindi. And now, I know damn well that he wanted to lift me up and kiss me. Pinipigilan niya. Tsk. Pakipot.
His face darkened.
"Don't test me, I'm trying to be kind," he said breathily on my neck.
Right. He crouched down and his face is now on my neck. Naghuhumarentado ang puso ko, pero ayaw ko iyong ipakita. Not with him.
Hindi naman ako kinakabahan sa ganito kaya sigurado akong excitement itong nararamdaman ko.
"I don't need kindness, baby. I want it rough," I kissed his cheeks. Napapikit siya.
So, this is how strong he is? Bakit parang hindi naman yata?
"I could hear your heart, Talliana. Don't lie, you're scared," he mocked. “If I want you, I will only want you…”
"I'm not. I'm excited, Psalm..." I whispered.
"Fuck!" Mura niya at agad na kumawala sa akin at binuksan ang pinto ng sasakyan niya.
"Hop in!”
I smirked. Konting kalabit lang pala ang kailangan.
I feel like a damn excited cat hopping in his car!
He drove so fast! Ang maong niya ay unti unti naring ipinapakita ang umbok ng pagkalalaki niya! He's damn hard! And I know right there it would be a fucking rough night for us, and for my pussy.
Akala ko ay sa isang hotel niya ako dadalhin. But I was shocked that we entered a familiar condominium building! Sa condo niya!
When he parked the car, agad akong nag alis ng seatbelt. Psalm also did the same. Pero bago pa siya bumaba ay hinalikan ko na siya. My instincts told me to keep the fire burning!
He claimed my lips, played with my tongue, and tasted every part of my mouth. Damn. I never thought a kiss would be this fucking hot!
Bumitaw siya sa halikan.
“You know about the rules of this, right?” I asked.
“What rules?” He looked confused.
“Tsk. Maga-abogado ka wala kang alam?” I scoffed. “Do you have a girlfriend?”
He knotted his brows. “I thought you don't do boyfriends?”
“I don't.”
“Then, why are you asking?”
“I want a clean slate. Kung may girlfriend ka, dumi lang ‘yon.” I said, straightforward.
“I don't have a girlfriend. And I'm not fucking anyone if have one. You look at me so dirty…”
Nagkibit-balikat ako. “Then, let's go.”
Agad niyang binuksan ang pintuan ng driver seat. He went to my door then opened it harshly.
Gentleman na medyo bastos.
I was about to go down but he scooped me! Napahawak ako sa balikat niya. I straddled my legs on his waist. My arms hugged his neck.
Hinalikan ko siya sa ganoong posisyon. Naglakad naman siya papuntang elevator, hindi tumitigil sa halikan.
Memoryado niya ata ang lugar, hindi man lang siya nabangga, e! Hindi pa siya tumingin nang pinindot ang niya ang floor! Good thing it was only us in the elevator.
His hand was on my butt, holding me in place. The other was on the small of my back, drawing some circles.
Hindi ko napansin ang pagka hingal sa halikan naming dalawa, saka lang nang bumukas ang elevator at tumigil kami.
Akala ko ay ibaba na niya ako pero hindi. He stared at me, I stared at him, too. Ramdam ko rin ang pag gapang ng kamay niya. Mula sa puwet ay mas sumailalim pa ito. Ang isa namang kamay ay pumalit sa may puwet ko para suportahan ang bigat ko.
I bit my lower lip, showing my excitement.
"You have to be damn ready," he whispered.
Nagsimula na siyang maglakad papunta sa unit niya. Mabilis lang iyon dahil nagbukas agad siya ng isang pinto at bumungad sa akin ang amoy ng panlalaking pabango na nakapalibot sa condo niya.
"I am ready," I whispered in his ear, sexily.
Kumapit pa ako lalo sa nakapulupot kong braso sa kanyang leeg. Dahan dahan niya naman akong ibinaba sa sofa.
He claimed my lips when my butt hit the soft sofa bed. Amoy na amoy ko rin ang mint sa hininga niya, hindi nga talaga siya uminom. Nahiya tuloy ako bigla dahil paniguradong amoy alak ang hininga ko.
Pero bahala na, aarte pa ba siya?
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