Create A Distraction Part 2 Novels & Stories

Okay," I acknowledged. A calming tea sounds like a good idea right now and I also needed a good distraction to clear my mind of what had just happened. I sat down on the sofa and searched the apps on my phone. Chantel returned carrying a tray which she placed on a small table and pushed it in front of me. "Thank you," I appreciated and took a sip. It was tasteless but had a nice aroma. I browsed through my phone app and found my Monopoly Go game. I opened it and decided to distract myself with it. I was not sure if it was the game or the tea, I felt relaxed and didn't know how time had flown until Chantel walked up to me with her menu book asking me what I would like for lunch. I looked thro

I muttered, dragging a hand over my face. This isn’t happening. It can’t be. I sat up abruptly and grabbed my phone from the nightstand. I just need a distraction. That's all. My thumb hovered over the screen for a second before I opened the chat..B. He's probably asleep, hopefully not. I typed before I could overthink it. Me: You awake? The reply came almost instantly. B: Yup, been waiting for your message. I blinked at the screen and a small, reluctant smile pulled at my lips..That’s not creepy at all.

[Fineon’s POV] My mind races as the sound of moans and groans becomes damn near deafening. In front of me, I can feel Fallon’s body beginning to shake from the effort it is taking to keep the door between us and our current enemy closed. She wasn’t going to be able to hold on much longer, we needed to do something quick. "I’m going to create a distraction." At my words, I hear a gasp escape Fallon as her eyes, which are full of disbelief, come to rest on me.

“You’re distracted because of him.” “That’s not true.” “It is.” I crossed my arms. “I can focus.” “Then prove it.” Damn it. He wasn’t wrong. “I hate both of you,” I muttered. Axel smirked slightly. “Noted.” Kaiden didn’t react. “Close your eyes.” I hesitated, but I still did it anyway. Inhale. Exhale. This time, I pushed everything else out. The noise. The frustration. The tension. Axel.

I turned back toward the couch, trying to will the image away. Think of something else. Anything else. Luckily, the microwave dinged just then, and I nearly jumped at the sound. I spun on my heel and made a beeline for the kitchen, welcoming the distraction like a dear friend. The microwave door opened with a soft click, and I peered inside.

“Did it…distract you?” I giggled. “A little.” “Good.” My grin turned into a smirk. I reached over and grasped his member through his pants. “Now, it’s time for me to distract you.”

DAISY Strapped. A vibrator in my pussy. A butt plug in my ass. I was trembling all over with the need to come. I was constantly on the edge and each time I got dangerously close, I was tasked with the responsibility of forcing myself off the edge, of trying to think about something else that would distract my mind from the pleasure but for how long could I keep that up? For how long could I try almost miserably to distract my mind? Because how in the fucking world do you distract yourself from pleasure when you have a fucking vibrator in your pussy?

She ordered and I agreed. Well, I don't wanna disturb her by the sound made by dribbling it, or maybe I could hit her with it if I'm gonna disobey her. So, a racing mobile game is my secondary preference. --- As I have lost twice in a car racing game on my phone, I took a deep breath as I just can't focus. I am distracted by her presence. I just can't help but steal glances at her. I really love her thinking face. She is just so cute. And, damn, I could stare at her my whole life.

I can’t make out anything, but I need to do something about this. Her claws thank fuck have retracted and my healing has kicked in to stop the bleeding. I don’t think screaming and yelling are going to work with her. It’s what she hates and rebels against. instead I wonder if I can distract her, pull her from her dream another way. “Relaxat,” I whisper in her ear as her body goes slack in my arms. Fuck, too much power there.

The question came so suddenly it surprised me, I almost stop running at the soft tone used to utter the question. What..? Throwing your body down on the ground and giving up, it will distract you from getting to your destination. It was said in the same soft tone that makes my skin crawl, it’s like she wants me to do everything but succeed. You know that’s not what I meant when I said distraction! I snarl at my subconscious, angry that she’s urging me to just give up. It’s like she doesn’t even want to live. I continue on as I try to think of a plan to distract them. What if I were to loop in and out of the debris but that wouldn’t work, would it?