Done With My Ex, Moving To The Next

Chapter 25: Twisted Connections

Chapter 25: Twisted Connections.

STELLA

Before I could react, he stroked my p***y with his fingers.

My eyes rolled backwards in pleasure, as I bit down every moan.

He touched my pebbled n*****s, smiling with his drowsy eyes.

For. The. Love. Of. God. Do it already. Ple—

“How many can you take for me, Blaze?" His rustily deep voice owned every part of me already.

I dripped wet for this man who was taking too long.

"Ple—please, Rhys” My eyes almost watered. My body requested for his fingers deep inside of me.

His gaze questioned me, like he wanted me to ask.

I pushed embarrassment away and begged for it, shutting my eyes. I gave in.

"Please, finger me. Pl—”

I hadn't finished begging before he thrust two fingers inside of me. He didn't let me beg before he gave in.

His fingers filled my p***y, thick and long. Moving in waves that sent my body shivering, minutes later.

I hit my high yet, we wanted more.

I wanted to be consumed by my desires, my fantasies, ignoring whatever the society would name it.

He pulled down his pants, making my eyes bulge for a second, at how big he was.

I didn't need to be told before I turned around, arching my back towards him. I gripped the table he'd finger-f****d me on.

He was already dripping with lust from the cap.

Slowly, he pushed his c**k into my p***y. My eyes watered at how thick and filling it felt. He held me gently by the waist, pulling me closer at each thrust. Just careful enough to make him realize how much he had control over the moment. Over me.

“Blaze," He groaned, his hand wrapping around my neck with almost no force.

I didn't respond. I was far soaked in this bitter-sweet pain.

I liked the pain of being on all-fours, taking the c**k of the man I'd once swore I hated.

I was about hitting my high again when the worst happened.

He pulled his c**k out of my p***y. I ached for it almost immediately, as he lifted me back to the table which was at his waist length.

“You know how I want to punish you?" He said, purposely slowing the pace of all his words.

“Please," Tears formed in my eyes, I needed it. My body needed it.

“How many times have you met him?" He asked in a dangerously ground-level tone.

“Does it matter? Please, Rhys" I said, unashamedly begging for him to f**k me. I didn't have pride anymore, I'd lost it the moment our lips touched.

"Answer, Blaze. HOW. MANY. FREAKING. TIMES?”

"Three.” I didn't take a moment before responding.

Louis and I had only met thrice, all official meetings when he came to the academy and requested to be dressed by the top student—me.

His fingers touched my breathing, swollen c**t, and then my thighs, sending vibration through my body.

I felt weight settling on my chest as my eyes watered.

“Will you see him again?"

“Please. I beg of you, do it already" I cried.

“Promise me you won't"

I didn't take a moment to rethink.”I won't. I promise”

His lips found my p***y, his tongue running through my v****a with a slowly tickling, filling and pleasure-filled intent.

My mouth opened widely, I couldn't swallow the moans any more. I let it out with the air contained in my chest.

I ran my fingers through his hair, as they moved…his lips licking my p***y. If there was anything to regret, I'd never find it.

He spread my legs wide apart with his hands, leaving his lips on my c**t as he sucked, chewed, and pulled it lightly with his teeth.

“I'm close, Rhys" I moaned, amidst my shallow breath.

"I still want to eat, blaze. This is the sweetest I've ever had” He spread my legs even wider.

I blushed on the inside, moaning like I hadn't heard what he'd said.

"How clo—”

I hit my high, a sweet sensation running through me like I'd been electrocuted.

God damnit! I would never see this kitchen the same.

***

Later on, I slept in his bed room after we had dinner.

We didn't play dumb or clueless or dumb like nothing had happened.

Instead, we cuddled till we slept off. My eyes closed in the arms of the man who cradled me like a baby.

His arms had peace, a sense of warmth and a certain assurance.

Even as he drove me to work, his hand remained on my thighs, pressing them as he drove, staring at me with what seemed like obsession in his eyes.

God. He had no idea what his eyes were doing to me.

“Do you always like to look at me like that?" I asked him, biting my lower lip.

He said nothing, as he left the car on self-drive mode, taking his control off.

“You have no idea how much I'd spend, looking at you all day" He murmured, his fingers pushing my skirt upwards.

His touch grazed my skin softly yet rough, just enough to make me drip for him already.

My eyes closed, wanting to give in for the man whose touch seemed to be my weakpoint.

I didn't want to beg to be finger-f****d by him again so, I waited for as long as it took.

Hot puffs of air left my slightly parted lips as he ran his fingers through my thighs, while my ego waited to beg him.

“It's already late, you have to get to the academy. Cassian will…” His voice trailed off and I looked around to see but that was Louis Albert.

This man knew what he was doing!

My lips pursed, realizing how much damage would be done by seeing Louis, considering how much Rhys hated him.

Rhys came out of the car, turned around and opened the door for me.

I got out, forgetting I'd wanted to be touched longer. As soon as I stepped out of the car, Louis sighted me.

Fuck! I muttered, bye-ing Rhys off, trying to avoid any bit of commotion.

“Hi, Stella." f**k. f**k. LOUIS!!

I slowed my pace, pausing to give him attention.

“I'm sorry I called late but, I eventually rang your phone about ten times yesterday but you missed them all"

“Oh! You did!" I tried to avoid his eyes. I wondered what he'd do if I told him it was because I was getting f****d by someone who hated every thing about him.

“I'm sorry, I was quite busy" I saw Rhys walking up to us, but with his calm demeanor, my mind settled.

“Hello, Louis." He said, calmly. He didn't wait for Louis to respond before he attacked.

“Blaze here, has to be in class as soon as possible" He held Louis's shoulder but from the veins bulging on his arm, I knew the force of his grip, even as Louis didn't react.

“f**k off man" Louis was adorably calm with him. I was torn between a jealous man who had f****d me last night, and an NFL player who I wasn't sure about what he wanted from me.

“Go ahead baby but please, pick your calls next time” Louis said, before he walked away. "Too bad she won't pick your calls because she'll be busy fucki—”

"Rhys!” My eyes widened. We were outside—in public.

His gaze softened as it met mine. "What were you about to do?” I shook my head as I walked away.

I didn't wait for his response but his jealous face was surely one image my brain would never erase.

Till evening came and the study period ended at the academy, my lips didn't stop curving at every single thought about Rhys. Jeez! I was losing my mind already.

I presented my fashion project and again, I ranked first among all students.

The academy rewarded me with a sum of a thousand dollars, again.

A part of me was excited to meet him but, I checked my watch and it was 20 minutes late already.

Ever since I started at the academy, he had never missed five minutes. His engine was always fuming, each time I stepped out after closing hours, no matter how long I spent inside.

I wanted to dial his cellphone but I didn't. I paused, folding by arms. I waited for 10 extra minutes before I finally decided I'd walk to the bus station that was three minutes away.

“Hey, Stella" A car pulled over, a few feet away from me.

I halted. It was Louis.

“Hi, Louis" I smiled back. After prolonged refusal and proposal, I finally accepted to be driven home.

We giggled about unfunny things as he told me about his career in football at the States.

"I like you, Stella. I want more of you around” He smiled casually as he drove off, almost immediately as I stepped out.

My heart skipped a beat. Did Louis Albert just say he liked me?

I didn't freak out because I felt unworthy of his love. I just found it weird.

Speaking of weird, I rushed into the guesthouse to freshen up.

I walked into his house, heading to his living room but oddly, I could perceive a scent I'd never perceived around him. A feminine perfume.

I headed towards his bedroom, upstairs. “Rhys!" I called out, exercising more patience.

I creaked the door open. Someone was in the shower.

“Who's there?" She called out. A female.

My eyes sparked. My brain followed. Then she stepped out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around her and another on her head.

"Who are you?" She asked but I couldn't give a weak first impression, especially as she glared at me. I was far beyond shocked…I was speechless.

“I'm Sophia” She said, extending her hand forward as she reached for the hair dryer behind me. “You must be quite close to Rhys, right?"

I said nothing. I wasn't broken. I wasn't on the verge of tears. I felt dry.

Why did her question feel like mockery?

“Who are you to him?" I asked in one tone, still maintaining composure.

“Um…his girlfriend, Sophia Niles.” Everywhere quieted. My heart pumped like it'd jump out of my chest, the next second.

She said her name with some pride, like I was supposed to know her.

"You don't use the internet?" She questioned and my guts twisted, was I supposed to know her because the internet existed?

“I'm on a surprise visit" She added unnecessary clarification.

“What’s yours and who are you to him?”

I didn't wait to give her answer.

That question had no answer.

We weren't friends—friends do not f**k each other.

We weren't family in any way.

I'd never thought of it that way.

“Um…I'm…I'm just a friend” I lied, turning back at once. My eyes narrowed as I stormed towards the exit.

“You don't really know him, do you?"

My heart tightened. I had never thought of it this way…never had I tried to see things from this angle.

As I barged out of his house, his car was just driving into the doorway.

He had a smile on his face as soon as he saw me but, I didn't wait for him.

I crossed into the guesthouse, slamming the gate.

Maybe that was where it was all going to end.