NINONG: My Silent, Forbidden Desire

His Jealous

“You don’t seem to be in the mood,” Jeffrey remarked, holding his tumbler while his son sat down beside me.

“I’m fine!” I replied quickly.

“Aira, you’re like family to me. In the short time we’ve known and worked together, I’ve gotten to know you well enough.”

“Jeffrey, it’s just that…”

“Is this about Mr. Ethan Gomez?”

I nearly fell off my seat upon hearing his observation. Does he know something? What could he possibly know about Ninong and me?

“The way you look at him… I can tell there’s something there. It goes far beyond seeing him as a second father.”

I looked down at my hands. Am I that obvious already?

“And I wouldn’t be surprised, since you two aren’t even related by blood. But Aira…” he said, looking me straight in the eyes, “When you know deep down that you stand no chance and that you can never win, it’s better to just stay away now rather than ignore the truth and end up regretting everything later. I know you’re smart enough to understand exactly what I’m saying to you.”

“I will just let myself love him until there’s nothing left to give. I’ll tired myself out completely until I finally learn to let go on my own,” I whispered.

Before he left to join the rest of our dance group, he smiled gently and ruffled my hair.

I let out a heavy sigh after he walked away. I had no idea where I stood in all of this or what I was doing. I was terrified, yet I refused to live a life filled with regret.

Laughter and shouting filled the air as students enjoyed the school event.

“Be alert… be alert… anyone wearing a gold necklace, you are under arrest!” the announcer called out playfully.

Some students ran away, refusing to be sent to the ‘Jail Booth’, especially since no one was coming to bail them out.

They didn’t take me to the Jail Booth, nor any of the other activity booths. Instead, they brought me straight to the office of their Commandant.

“Hi there!” Matthew greeted me with a wide grin.

“What is this all about now?” I asked him, sounding irritated.

“Aira… I’ve been trying to get your attention for three whole years now,” he replied with a pout. I couldn’t help but laugh at his expression; he looked exactly like a child whose lollipop had just been taken away.

“You look even more beautiful when you laugh,” he said, his tone turning serious. He stood up from his chair and took something out from the cabinet.

A bouquet of flowers.

“For you.”

“It’s not Valentine’s Day, nor is it my birthday. Why are you giving me flowers?” I teased him.

“You know, Aira? If we hadn’t been friends first and if I hadn’t gotten to know you, I would’ve said you were way too cold and rude to everyone,” he replied.

“Whatever, you’re obviously crazy about me anyway,” I shot back playfully.

He pulled me sharply toward him, causing us both to lose our balance.

“Matthew!” I gasped.

I could feel his hardness pressing against me. I was sitting right on top of him, and his hands began to wander slowly over my body.

Every touch of his skin against mine sent a strange sensation through me. It was hot, ticklish, yet my body craved every bit of it.

It was passionate and rough. We were both desperate and thirsty for each other’s taste. Our tongues danced and tangled together, sharing our warmth. Slowly, piece by piece, our clothes were removed without breaking the intense, heated kiss between us.

Soon enough, nothing was left covering either of our bodies. He laid me down on my back, spread my legs wide open, and dove right into my core—which had been wet and ready for him long before this moment.

The heat of his tongue was overwhelming as he pressed it firm and hard, exploring every inch of my inner walls. I found myself tugging at his hair, unsure where to turn my head from the overwhelming pleasure I was tasting, especially when he started swirling his tongue exactly where I was most sensitive.

His hands, which had been playing with my breasts and n*****s earlier, traveled down to my thighs, gripping them tight. I could feel myself nearing my climax. I thought he would stop, but I was wrong.

He pushed his middle finger deep inside me, moving fast and roughly, while his tongue worked rapidly on my entrance as if it were his favorite ice cream.

“Matthew… I’m coming!” I moaned loudly amidst my heavy breathing. It was as if he didn’t hear me at all.

His hands moved from my thighs to grip my buttocks, lifting me up while he remained on his knees. He never stopped licking and tasting me, not even when I finally released everything I had. He drank it all in, cleaning my folds thoroughly with his tongue.

He placed me back down on the floor, rubbing his length against my opening. It felt incredibly pleasurable and ticklish. He was fully erect. His size was comparable to Godfather's—thick and heavy.

With every brush of his tip against my wet entrance, I couldn’t hold back the loud moans escaping my lips. I couldn't take it anymore. I need him inside me now.

With just one graze of his tip, I pushed myself down onto him. He slid easily into my wetness, sinking in halfway. I took control, moving up and down, while he stayed kneeling, watching our bodies connect and collide with every movement I made. I took him in deep, until he hit the very end.

“Damn it, Mat… move now!” I begged.

He just laughed. He looked at me with such satisfaction as he finally thrust himself fully inside me.

“So… how does my c**k feel?” he asked smugly.

We were lying naked on his bed inside his office, our bodies tangled together.

“Chee! Stop teasing me like that, Matthew!” I scolded him playfully.

He chuckled and kissed me gently on the forehead.

“Aira…”

“Matthew… you know exactly what my situation is, right? You know the reasons why I can’t be fully yours…”

He hugged me tight. “I know. And honestly, I’m fine with how things are between us right now. And who knows… maybe after you finally get over whatever feelings you have for your Ninong, you’ll finally look at me and see me as the one you want.”

I burst out laughing, which caused his expression to turn sour instantly.

He sat quietly in his chair, moody, while I stayed close and tried to soothe him. He was sulking earlier. I tried talking to him, but I felt like I was just invisible to him.

I sat silently on his lap and kissed him. He kissed me back, which was a sign that he had already forgiven me.

“I’m sorry about earlier,” I whispered.

I excused myself after our meal when I received a text message from Saico saying that Godfather had arrived here at school. I wasn’t surprised at all when I saw the car he always used parked nearby.

I knocked lightly on the window. Moments later, it opened, and he immediately pulled me inside. Before I could even settle into a proper position, he lifted my dress up and started sucking on my breasts, while roughly pulling down whatever I was wearing underneath.

“what are you doing?!” I tried to push him away, but he didn’t even flinch. He just kept going.

He unbuckled his belt, lowered his shorts and underwear. He entered me hard and rough, and it hurt.

“No…”

It was as if he were deaf to my voice. Every thrust was fast and deep. It felt as if my whole world was shaking with every pressure he applied to me.

Hours passed. Countless strokes. Deep, heavy thrusts. He took me until he finally reached his own satisfaction and release.

He came back to his senses when he noticed tears streaming down my cheeks. “Aira…”

I kept my mouth shut. He moved slowly now, carefully fixing my clothes and covering me again.

“I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to—”

I didn’t let him finish his sentence.

I lifted my head high, making sure my face looked composed and unbothered. I stepped out of the car and walked away. I could still hear him calling out my name and cursing under his breath.

With heavy steps, I went back to Matthew’s office. He was sitting quietly, focused on the papers on his desk.

“What’s with that face?” I asked him when I saw him furrowing his brows at whatever he was reading.

His serious expression instantly shifted into a bright, happy smile.

“Wow… you sure change moods fast,” I teased.

He pulled me closer and made me sit on his lap. “I’m just happy. Even though we aren’t officially a couple yet, at least we have this… at least I get to have you like this.”

I gave him a quick peck on the cheek. “Thank you for never leaving me, Matthew.”

“I should be the one thanking you,” he replied softly.

We talked for a long time, sharing stories and catching up. A lot had changed, and somehow, I was happy despite everything else happening in my life.

“Matthew, let’s go out,” I said in a sweet, soft voice. He had no choice but to agree.

As usual, we went to our favorite spot—the pier—while eating some snacks.

“The sunset is so beautiful,” Matthew said. I turned to look at him just as he clicked the shutter of his phone camera.

He really loved taking photos of me secretly.

“Matthew… why haven’t you looked for a real girlfriend yet?” I asked him out of the blue.

“If I were to get into a relationship, I want it to be with someone I’m sure of. Someone I can see myself marrying… I don’t want to keep going back to the start and getting hurt again,” he answered.

“Drama king,” I teased. He smiled calmly and rested his head on my shoulder, enjoying the breeze and the sound of the waves crashing against the shore nearby.

We stayed like that for a while, watching the light slowly get swallowed up by the darkness of the night.

“What time will you go home? I’ll drive you,” Matthew offered. I shook my head, signaling that I could make my way home safely on my own.

“Ugh… f**k, babe… press harder… oh… it feels so good!”

We were startled by the loud sounds nearby. I looked around but couldn’t see anyone doing anything suspicious.

Matthew pulled me toward a darker corner just as the moans got louder and clearer.

“s**t… babe… I’m coming!” a man groaned.

My mouth fell open in shock. They didn’t even bother finding a proper place or hiding spot.

Matthew chuckled, so I lightly hit him on the head. He rubbed the spot, still laughing.

Not too far away, a pair of eyes was fixed in our direction. Filled with anger and jealousy.

I chose to ignore it completely.