Noiseless Wet Dreams of You のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 91 - チャプター 98

  My eyes met his and I tore down a smile, my cheeks heating up despite the layers of professionally applied powder. “My girl, wow!!!” He was still clapping, his eyes bright with a pride that felt far too heavy, far too intimate to be purely parental. He stood there, broad-shouldered and dominant in the room, making everyone else seem like mere background noise. "You must have a good relationship with your daughter," I heard one of the lighting assistants say as I stepped into the center of the set. The photographer was already moving toward me, guiding me toward the mark on the floor so he could get a good shot. But my eyes never left Jake's, just as his eyes refused to let mine go. "Yeah, who doesn't have a good relationship with their daughter?" I heard Jake say. His voice was smooth, but ther

  "It just feels like something is missing. Did your father say something that felt like blackmail towards Jake? Like he’s trying to make up for it by being nice to you?" I furrowed my brows in genuine confusion, the water bottle cold in my hand. "I don’t understand." Mom looked at me for a long beat, her eyes searching mine. Then, she released a small, tight smile that didn't reach her eyes.  "Drink up so we can head home," she said, turning on her heel and leading the way out of the dressing room. I stared at the closed door for a moment, trying to piece together what she meant.  I tidied my hair, smoothed out my clothes, and went outside to join them. Just as I reac

 He brushed his hands into my hair, looking down at me, "You did so well my girl..."  I still rested in between his legs, looking up at him. I moved my head in a steady, rhythmic trance, my throat aching as I took him deep, determined to see just how much of that iron-clad composure I could shatter. Jake’s breath was coming in ragged, broken hitches. His hands were buried in my hair, not pulling, but anchored there as if I were the only thing keeping him from floating away. "Yuna... god, Yuna," he groaned, his voice a low vibration I could feel against my tongue. His hips gave a sudden, violent jerk, and I felt the muscles in his thighs go rigid against the seat. He didn't pull away. He bucked into my mouth one last time with a soul-deep cry, and I felt him come, hot, heavy, and thick. I didn't flinch. I swallowed every bit of him, my eyes locked on his flushed, sweating face as he collapsed back

  "Dr.. drake..." I stuttered, his name barely leaving my lips as I tried to piece together what he was doing in front of my door or how he got here. I thought he was still at school, taking those final laps for his training. Had the rain chased him home? Even if it had, he should have been in his own room, drying off, instead of standing here, looming like a shadow against my doorframe. "What are you doing here?" I had to ask. Seriously, he was the last person I wanted to see right now. Not after the way he’d acted toward Brendan in the sports room earlier today. My nerves were already fried from Jake’s hot-and-cold routine in the car, and Drake’s presence was like throwing a match into a room full of gasoline. "Can we talk?" he asked. My eyes dropped to his clothes. They were soaked through, clinging to his athletic frame and dripping onto the carpet. "In your wet clothes? Yo