Gang Tickle Novels & Stories

I squeal more as he roughly messes my hair again, to remind me that he will, because he’s evil and has no scruples. “Okaayy … Okaayy!” I wail, knowing this is futile. Arrick has many forms of torture when he is being playful, and he isn’t against pinning me on the floor with my arms under his legs, to tickle me to squealing hysteria again. “Number one?” Arrick repeats loudly. I have nothing else to do but answer him when he’s like this, knowing he will just keep tormenting me till I yield. I’m more afraid of the tickling than this, and I do not have the energy for that kind of hell.

he mutters, a hint of exasperation in his voice. But then, to my surprise, he breaks into a grin, mischief dancing in his eyes. “I missed you, Allegra,” he declares, before launching into a sudden attack of tickles. I squeal with laughter, squirming and wriggling in his grasp as he unleashes his playful assault. “Stop, stop!” I gasped between giggles, my cheeks flushed with both embarrassment and amusement. Eventually, we collapse onto the couch, breathless and exhausted from our impromptu tickle fight. As we catch our breath, Xander pulls me close, his arms wrapping around me in a warm embrace.