Can't Stop That Feeling Novels & Stories

I am not used in exercising. Huh? I look around. I feel that someone is looking at me. Weird. Why do I feel like someone is watching me? Maybe It is from the trauma I got from my former University, that made me anxious. I walked inside the Main building. Wowww!! It looks like a hotel reception. I mean, just wow. It looks so expensive and world class. Maybe because it was an international University? “Yes? Are you looking for someone?” I hear someone said. Oh, it was from the reception desk. Woah. They have something like this here? I mean, a receptionist?

But right now, it feels like everything is falling apart. And there's nothing I can do to stop it.

Lucas POV This is beyond messed up. “Okay, fine. If you can’t break it, how do we stop what you’re feeling right now? There’s got to be something to make it go away.” She shakes her head, her voice a broken whisper. “I can’t stop it.” I sigh, dragging a hand through my hair, frustration mixing with a growing pity for her. “Then what can at least help? Make it less... unbearable?” Her gaze drops further, her fingers tightening in her lap. “Pleasuring myself,” she whispers, so soft I almost miss it. “It... it dulls the edge sometimes. Overwhelms the bond with my own feelings.”

“And I never want you to feel like giving in means that you’re doing something wrong.” “But…” “Because,” I whispered, stopping her. “Whatever you’re feeling, I am feeling too. I am simply controlling myself because I don’t want to end up hurting you…”

I was consumed by my desire, completely lost to the burning and aching feeling I felt in the middle of my legs. "We should stop," He said again, and this time, I shook my head before whispering, "I don't want to." "If we don't stop now, I am afraid I won't be able to stop myself any longer. I will take you right now and here on this bed"

She took it silently as if the tip of her nose was blocked by something, and the heat gushed up. After holding it back with all her strength for a long time, there was a lump in her throat. Jacob stopped by the sound. Liam also heard it and raised his eyes, “Oh, come on!” The words were like magic. As soon as she heard them, she couldn’t control her tears. The pent-up cry was amplified in an instant, reverberating in the room and down the wall to the living room. "…" The two big men froze in place at the same time.

I want to control my feelings, I want to stop it but I can never dictate to my heart what it should feel because I'm falling uncontrollably and unconsciously. If he's not just a robot, I wouldn't have felt this wrong with him but no, obviously, I'm the one who should stop this, I'm the one who should stop my feeling from growing but by just thinking about it, it feels like I'm in pain but what should I even do? I can't let these feelings prolong. I can't...

"You don't have to do this." The words are quiet, almost lost under the music drifting through the walls. I stare at the floor because if I look at him, I might break. "I don't know how to stop it." The confession leaves me before I can reconsider and the silence afterward feels enormous because it's true. I don't know how to stop Austin. I don't know how to stop the wedding plans. I don't know how to stop my feelings. I don't know how to stop any of this.

“The pieces are already in place. It’s already done. There’s nothing you can do to stop it now.” I felt a chill settle deep in my bones. Something big was about to happen, and I felt helpless to stop it.

His middle finger continues to swirl, as the maddening sensations radiate outward. It took every bit of my concentration to form the simple words which have been trying desperately to make their way out. "Ryan! Please... you have to..." The word freezes on the tip of my tongue. 'Stop.' It's a simple, one syllable word! Why can't I say it? 'Because you want him to continue!' The shameful thought echoes inside, even as I strained to repress it. 'You want him to keep going, because you love this.' Every fiber of my being wants to argue with this notion, but the ripples of delectable pleasure are making it hard to formulate thoughts of any type.