TUG WAR OF LOVE

DONAVAN I've been drunk before. But this... This felt different. I'd been walking, trying to reach my room. But the more I walked, the longer the corridor seemed to stretch. Every step felt like it was pulling me backward. Oh God! What’s happening to me? If only I could reach the door. Swaying from one side of the narrow corridor to the other, my feet caught on a loose cable, sending me crashing to the floor with a loud thud. “Ah!” I exclaimed as pain shot through my elbow. In one last desperate attempt, I stretched out my hand and touched something cold. A metal. The door handle. Yes! “At last,” I gasped, trying to catch my breath. With one motion, I pushed myself off the ground, unlocked the door, and stepped into my bedroom. As I took off my shirt, something felt off and strange. The smell. A new sweet scent enveloped my room. As I turned to look at the bed, I froze. I was beyond stunned. My gaze lingered on the breathtaking figure lying on the bed, partially covered by a thin sheet. I’ve seen her countless times before but, tonight… tonight was different. My intoxicated mind fixed on the elegant curves of her body. The sight of her called to me, an invitation I could never refuse. "Chloe," I whispered, my voice low and slurred. "I need you tonight. Please wake up," I pleaded, shedding the last of my clothing before carefully climbing onto the bed. Slowly, I pulled back the sheet, revealing her bare form beneath. My heart paced as I took a moment to admire her. Her smooth, supple skin, the curve of her waist, the beautiful way her hair spread across the pillow. Damn! I must be dreaming. Don’t wake me up. “Baby", My voice trembled as I called out to her again, licking my lips. She stirred, her eyes fluttering open before a small smile spread across her lips. "I’ve been waiting for you," she whispered, her voice filled with warmth and longing. I leaned in and gently pressed a kiss on her lips, my hands tracing the edges of her body. I loved the warmth of her skin beneath my fingertips. The way her body responded to my touch made me moan softly. Without hesitation, I quickly mounted her, giving her soft, pleasurable kisses on the lips. Then, I gently caressed her n*****s with my tongue, one at a time, sending a rush across her body and giving her goosebumps. My d**k pressed against her laps searching desperately, trying to find the folds between her legs. The pleasure spot. Using her left hand, she guided it into her. “Uhhhhhhhh”, I exclaimed as I slid into her. This felt so good! The warmth and tightness of her p***y massaged my d**k so good. As I continued to ride her, the room became filled with our moans. Moans of pleasure and intensity. As I lost myself in the moment, my voice came out ragged. "Uhhh! Marry me. Please, Chloé. Please marry me." "Shhh," she hushed me with a soft laugh, pressing a finger to my lips. "Not now," she whispered teasingly. "Tonight is for something else." With a playful smile, she straddled me. I could feel her wetness as she gently sank onto my d**k. Every kiss. Every touch sent a shiver down my spine, leaving me lost in the intoxicating connection between us. She gasped but kept going, moving her hips up and down as my hands caressed her breasts. “Yes baby. Yea baby. Don’t stop” I pleaded as I felt my c*m on its way. The tightness of her grip on my c**k was unlike anything I had ever felt before. As she rode even faster, my c**k slipped out of her, but she quickly put it back in. She never f****d me like this before. Could it be the drink from the bar? Either way, I swear I was ready to propose first thing in the morning. As the night stretched on, the room grew quieter; we had sapped each other’s strength. At this stage, the effect of the drink or whatever was working through my nerves, completely took over. I was drunk with sleep. Chloe’s snores were the only sound that occasionally broke the silence of the night. Just then, I saw a strange figure. A shadow. It moved as fast as light. Silently, it slipped out of the room, as if trying not to be noticed. Fear gripped me. My heart thundered against my chest as I tried to get up and go after it. But I couldn’t. My hands wouldn’t move. The world spun around me and then… darkness. Uhh. “How long have I been out?” I asked sleepily. The warm sunlight filtering through the window in the morning shone brightly in my eyes as I stirred awake, stretching with a contented groan. Shielding my eyes with my right hand, I turned to the figure beside me. Shockwaves rippled through my body as I recoiled in fear. What the f**k! It wasn’t Chloe. Annie? It was Annie the whole time? Any lingering drowsiness evaporated instantly at this unexpected sight, leaving me in disbelief. The thought of being caught in a scandal terrified me. If this wasn’t Chloe, then where was she? Reaching for my phone on the nightstand, I quietly got out of bed and made my way to the sitting room. There. Chloe lay right there on the sofa, soundly asleep. Oh, thank God! A huge wave of relief washed over me. But someone was missing - Rukky. We all got home together from the bar last night. Where could he be? Was he the figure that slipped out of my room last night? Nah. He wouldn’t dare. Rukky was not the problem. This was. With my gaze fixed on her, I paced from one end of the sitting room to the other, scratching my beard, trying to think, trying to come up with a reasonable explanation for Chloe when she awoke. Just then, I stumbled against a vase on the side, causing it to fall with a loud thud. My heart almost leaped out of my chest as Chloe moaned and stretched. I stood frozen, my pulse pounding against my ribs like a war drum. The fallen vase lay on its side, miraculously unbroken, but the sound had sent a jolt of fear through my already rattled mind. I took a cautious step forward, glancing at Chloe, whose body shifted slightly on the couch. Thank God she didn’t wake. Pressing a hand on my chest, I exhaled slowly. Maybe she hadn’t seen anything. Maybe she truly had been asleep when I and Annie… No. I couldn’t even imagine the thought. The thought of explaining that I cheated on her. I ran a hand through my disheveled hair and turned toward the door, needing air, needing clarity. But then A chime. It was my phone. My blood went cold. Who could it be this early? As I unlocked the phone, I froze. A five second video message from Rukky, that showed me having s*x with Annie, accompanied by the phrase, "more from where that came from."