Chapter 54. Two Days – 1
I was still sitting on Ren’s lap.
There was almost no distance left between us.
On the level of instinct I could feel it: something was about to happen after which there would be no going back to the way things were before.
His palm rested on my head.
Large.
Heavy.
Warm.
I felt its weight and for some reason desperately didn’t want him to take his hand away.
His fingers slowly slid lower and closed around the back of my neck.
I straightened involuntarily.
Next to him the difference between us felt especially sharp.
His broad chest almost completely blocked my view.
One hand could hold me without the slightest effort.
In his arms I seemed completely small to myself.
But not helpless.
Protected.
And claimed.
I placed my palm on his chest.
Hard muscles tensed under the shirt.
That touch made Hayato flash before my eyes for a moment.
He always turned red the second I got close.
Started stumbling over his words, looked away, and was afraid to touch me even once more than necessary.
Ren didn’t look away.
He calmly watched me from above.
As if he could see every thought I was trying to hide.
His palm moved from the back of my neck to my throat.
His thumb slowly traced over the skin, lingering on my pulse.
I swallowed.
The corner of his mouth lifted slightly.
— You’re trembling.
— Because of you, — I exhaled.
I wanted it to sound like an accusation.
It came out almost like a confession.
The fingers on my neck tightened a little.
Not painfully.
Just firmly enough to remind me how easily he could keep me right there.
— Are you scared? — Ren asked.
I should have answered “yes.”
I should have demanded that he let me go and give me time to think quietly.
Instead I gripped his shirt tighter.
— No.
His gaze grew heavier.
— Then don’t turn away.
He pulled me closer.
I heard his heart.
Even.
Calm.
Nothing like mine, which was hammering so hard it felt like it was trying to break out of my chest.
Ren’s other hand settled on my waist.
When his fingers accidentally brushed the bruised spot on my side, I let out a quiet sound of pain.
He stopped at once.
— Does it hurt here?
I nodded.
His palm shifted a little higher, avoiding the injured place, and settled right under my breast.
Even now he noticed everything.
Even now he was already deciding where I was allowed to feel pain and where I wasn’t.
— Even if you try to struggle right now, I won’t stop, — he said quietly.
I looked into his eyes.
Something pulsed low in my stomach.
As if my body had already agreed with what he said.
— You…
— I don’t care what you think.
His thumb slowly traced under the edge of my bra.
— Finally I’ve got such a beauty in my hands. And I’m going to make you into what you should be.
My heart skipped another beat.
I couldn’t refuse.
And I leaned in closer.
Just a little.
It was enough to feel how hard he already was under me.
I felt his hand settle on the back of my head.
His fingers closed around my skull with certainty.
My skin immediately grew hot under his palm.
He pressed forward slowly but relentlessly.
I understood at once that I wouldn’t be able to pull free anymore.
Even if I wanted to very badly.
His chest was hard and broad.
I braced my palms against it and felt the tension of the muscles under the shirt.
The heat coming from him was heavy, dense.
He leaned in at the same time as his hand moved.
The distance between us disappeared.
His lips touched mine.
At first only light pressure.
Dry.
Warm.
Then stronger.
I tasted lemon.
Fresh, slightly sour, mixed with the warmth of his breath.
That contrast sent a shiver down my spine.
I involuntarily remembered how I had kissed Hayato.
Our first kiss had been completely different.
Back then I had barely brushed his lips myself, and he immediately turned red and looked away, as if we had done something shameful.
Ren didn’t look away.
Didn’t get flustered.
Didn’t leave any awkward emptiness between us.
His palm held the back of my head more firmly, and the kiss grew more insistent.
His tongue slowly traced over my lower lip.
Hot.
Wet.
Slightly rough.
Insistent.
I kept my teeth clenched, but his fingers on the back of my neck grew harder.
His thumb pressed into the skin a little more, forcing my head to tip back.
I had to part my lips.
He used it immediately.
His tongue pushed inside with confidence.
Thick.
Hot.
Greedily spreading me open.
He wasn’t just kissing.
He was exploring.
Slowly tracing the insides of my teeth.
The sensitive roof of my mouth.
The soft lining of my cheeks.
Every movement left a wet, hot trail.
I could barely breathe.
I had to catch air in short, broken gasps straight into his mouth.
His free hand rested on my waist.
His fingers dug hard into the skin through the thin fabric of my blouse.
I felt every one of his nails.
Every callus.
His tongue finally found mine.
Started slowly wrapping around it.
Pressing.
Rubbing.
Forcing it to answer.
Saliva mixed.
It grew wet and slippery.
I felt a sharp heaviness between my legs.
My panties were already completely stuck to my skin.
The folds had become sensitive, hot, pulsing.
Every movement of his tongue in my mouth echoed below as a sweet, pulling ache.
My whole body was thrown into heat.
I let out a quiet moan straight into his lips.
The sound came out wet, trembling, and completely unfamiliar.
Too honest.
He only pressed my head harder with his palm and continued kissing deeper, as if he had long ago claimed full and irreversible rights to this mouth.
Goosebumps ran all over my body.
I trembled finely on his lap.
I was very hot.
The heat rose from somewhere inside and spread across my skin in a heavy wave.
It was even better than when I touched myself.
The pleasant tingling in my pussy was driving me crazy.
Every movement of his tongue in my mouth answered below with a sharp, sweet pulse.
I no longer remembered how long it lasted.
At some point I started answering.
First timidly.
Then more and more actively.
I began playing with his tongue.
Intertwining.
Pressing.
Licking back.
Finally I gathered the courage and pushed into his mouth myself.
It turned out even bigger than it had seemed.
Hot.
I couldn’t go deeper — he simply filled the entire space with himself.
I felt him flinch slightly.
That barely perceptible reaction ran through his body and immediately struck between my legs with a new wave of heat.
It turned me on even more.
Finally he slowly pulled away.
I was breathing hard.
Trembling all over, trying to catch my breath.
A thin, shining string of saliva stretched between our lips.
He traced it with his tongue and broke it.
His gaze threw me into heat again.
I sat there red, breathing heavily and quietly gasping, unable to even out my breathing properly.
He remained calm.
Only a little more relaxed.
Heavy, animal passion burned in his dark eyes.
— Good girl, Yuki.
From that simple praise everything inside me clenched.
I suddenly desperately wanted to hear it again.
I involuntarily remembered Hayato.
His voice always went higher when he was nervous. He would start stumbling, look away and pretend nothing special had happened.
Ren looked straight at me.
Didn’t hide his desires.
And didn’t allow me to hide mine.
— I like it when my girl shows initiative, — he continued. — When she doesn’t only take, but also tries to give me pleasure herself.
I flushed even harder.
Had he noticed?
Of course he had.
He noticed everything.
Ren smiled a little, as if he really had read my thoughts.
Then slowly leaned closer.
He smiled a little.
As if he really was reading my thoughts.
Ren slowly stuck out his tongue.
Only now did I truly see what it was like.
Large.
Wide at the base and slightly pointed at the tip.
Wet.
Dark pink.
With clear contours.
It looked heavy.
— Suck on it.
I couldn’t resist.
I took his tongue into my mouth.
It was big, heavy and hot.
I began licking it like ice cream.
Slowly.
From bottom to top.
Along its entire length.
So hot…
Why did it taste so good?
I opened my eyes.
And immediately met his gaze.
There was no doubt in his dark pupils.
He already saw me as his.
Completely.
My panties had long been soaked through.
Every time I twisted to suck his tongue harder, my thighs made a soft wet sound.
A wet, shameful sound.
I didn’t remember how long it continued.
Time dissolved.
Finally he jerked back sharply.
A thin thread of saliva stretched between us again.
— Good girl.
His praise hit harder than any touch.
I really had been trying, after all.
Even if it was dirty.
Even if I understood what I was doing.
— By the way, I’m recording all of this.
Those words immediately made everything inside go cold.
I wanted to stand up.
Push him away.
Run.
But he had already wrapped me in strong arms.
His hands locked around my back so tightly that I felt every one of his muscles.
— Don’t worry.
His voice remained calm and low.
— I’ll censor everything.
— Your face won’t be visible.
— I’ll send you a copy.
— So you can masturbate to it.
He invaded my mouth again.
Deep.
Greedy.
Everything in my head floated.
Thoughts became heavy and slow.
And my body was already in ecstasy.
Let him film.
He would save me anyway.
I felt a stream of saliva pour from his mouth.
He was deliberately feeding it to me.
Thick.
Hot.
Mixed with the taste of lemon and something heavy, his own.
His pheromones.
I didn’t pull away.
On the contrary.
I began to savor it.
Swallow.
Feel how that saliva ran down my tongue and throat.
A new wave of shivers ran through my body from it.
Finally he slowly tore away from my lips.
I was breathing hard, unable to even out my breathing.
My blouse was wet.
From his saliva.
From my sweat.
From how hard I had been pressing against him.
He grabbed me by the throat.
His fingers closed tightly around my neck.
Not to the point of pain, but firmly enough that I immediately felt my helplessness.
He forced me to lift my head and look straight into his eyes.
— Don’t hide.
— I’m not hiding.
— You’re lying.
His face stayed very close.
I felt the heat of his breath on my lips.
Felt the smell of lemon and something heavy, masculine.
A slow, satisfied smile appeared on Ren’s lips.
— You liked it.
It wasn’t a question.
It was a verdict.
I flushed so hard my cheeks burned.
I wanted to object.
I wanted to push him away and say he was wrong.
But my fingers themselves clutched his shirt even tighter.
And my thighs traitorously squeezed around him.
Ren slowly lowered his gaze.
To my chest.
He looked as if he had long ago decided that it belonged to him.
That heavy gaze made my body tremble.
Warm, wet approval spread between my legs again.
He raised his eyes.
— I’m waiting for an answer, Yuki.
I swallowed.
My throat tightened under his palm.
— A little.
The grip immediately grew harder.
Air stopped coming freely.
My temples started pounding.
But my pussy answered with a sharp, sweet ache.
— Speak.
— Khh… I… liked it…
He loosened his fingers a little.
I greedily sucked in air.
And in the same second he slightly squeezed my throat again.
Large goosebumps ran down my back.
My whole body trembled finely.
From lack of air.
From arousal.
From how easily he controlled me.
— My girl has to be able to speak honestly about her desires.
The words “my girl” hit harder than any touch.
I lowered my eyes.
I couldn’t hold his gaze.
— I liked it a lot.
My voice trembled and broke.
— My pussy is already completely soaked.
— Every time you squeeze my throat… I get off.
He smirked.
Dirty.
Possessive.
And kissed me again.
This time without any caution. His lips covered mine hard.
His tongue immediately pushed deep.
Hot.
Thick.
Insistent.
He explored my mouth as if he had full rights to it.
Traced over my teeth.
Over the roof of my mouth.
Over the inside of my cheek.
Forced my tongue to submit.
I answered at once.
Greedily.
Almost desperately.
Saliva mixed.
Ran down the corners of my lips.
His hand on my throat still held me.
Didn’t let me pull away even a millimeter.
His other hand rested on my waist and squeezed hard.
I moaned straight into his mouth.
The sounds came out wet and shameful.
When he finally slowly pulled away, a shining thread of saliva stretched between our lips again.
He broke it with his tongue.
I was breathing hard.
Trembling.
My lips burned.
My mouth was wet and swollen.
— That’s better.
The moment I remembered Hayato, something sharp and unpleasant stabbed in my chest.
His embarrassed smile.
The way he blushed from any touch.
Our first careful kiss.
Back then it had seemed to me that this was exactly what real love should look like.
Soft.
Awkward.
Almost innocent.
But next to Ren everything was different.
He didn’t make me guess whether he wanted to be near me.
Wasn’t afraid of his own desires.
Didn’t hide them behind awkward smiles.
And the scariest thing — next to him I was also starting to stop hiding.
Just one evening.
Just one kiss.
And the comparison was already forming not in Hayato’s favor.
— What are you thinking about? — Ren asked.
I flinched with my whole body.
— Nothing.
He raised an eyebrow a little.
And in the same second sharply, briefly squeezed his fingers on my neck.
The air instantly grew thick.
My temples started pounding.
I clearly understood that at any moment he could snap me like a thin straw.
That thought and the sharp pressure on my throat sent a hot, heavy wave through my body.
It started deep in my lower abdomen and quickly spread downward.
My pussy clenched at once.
It became wet and hot between my legs.
My panties clung to the swollen lips.
My nipples hardened so much that every seam of the bra felt almost painful.
My thighs jerked involuntarily on their own.
He loosened his grip.
— Yuki.
A quiet, heavy warning sounded in his voice.
I exhaled with difficulty.
The air came out trembling and wet.
— About Hayato.
Ren smirked.
— And what conclusion did you come to?
— I don’t want to draw conclusions right now.
— Why?
— Because I’m scared.
This time I told the truth at once.
Ren drilled me with a heavy, unblinking gaze.
— Scared that he’ll turn out worse than me?
I frowned.
I didn’t want him talking about Hayato that way.
— Cocky idiot.
— That’s not an answer.
He smiled with the corner of his mouth.
I waited for his fingers to close around my neck again.
But he did nothing.
And from that it suddenly became even worse.
A strange, sticky longing spread through my chest.
— I’m afraid that after these two days I already won’t be able to go back to what it was before.
The smile disappeared from his face.
— Yuki.
You’re already not going to be the same.
I froze.
That phrase knocked the air out of my lungs harder than his hand.
Our dirty kiss flashed brightly in my head.
How greedily I had sucked his thick tongue.
How I had swallowed his saliva.
My chest rose heavily.
— I…
— Now you know who a real man is.
— And what he should do.
His fingers slowly pressed on my neck again.
The pressure was deep.
I felt how the blood pounded harder in my temples.
How the skin under his palm grew hot and thin.
My body gave off heat again.
This time the wave was thicker and lower.
It gathered into a heavy lump right above my pubic bone and started slowly pulsing.
Every pulse made my pussy clench and release even more wetness.
— You can still pretend that everything suits you.
— But you won’t be able to forget anymore.
I wanted to object.
To surface from this heavy, sweet wave.
To say that he was taking too much on himself.
That Hayato was still dear to me.
That three years of feelings don’t disappear in one evening.
But instead my fingers clutched his shirt harder.
I pressed into his palm with my whole body, as if looking for support.
Ren lowered his gaze to my chest.
— See?
— What?
— You’re still holding on to me.
I tried to pull away.
He sharply pressed me back.
My swollen, hard nipples roughly rubbed against the stiff fabric of the bra.
A sharp, almost painful flash of pleasure ran through my chest.
I let out a quiet, stifled sound.
He smiled almost inaudibly.
I gathered all the remaining will into a fist.
— That doesn’t mean anything.
— Of course.
— Don’t talk like that!
— Like what?
— As if you’ve already won.
Ren looked straight into my eyes again.
— I don’t need to compete with him.
He’s pathetic.
— Then what are you doing? He’s good!
His palm slid under my blouse.
Warm fingers settled on the lower part of my stomach.
Began slowly, deeply massaging.
Right above the place where my womb was.
He squeezed hard.
I felt as if his hand was compressing me from the inside.
First a dull, deep pain.
Then immediately after it — a dense, pulling heat that struck straight into my pussy.
The walls clenched around emptiness.
My panties were completely soaked.
A loud, indecent wet sound came from between my thighs.
— Hyaaah…
The sound tore out on its own, high and broken.
My eyes flew wide open.
My lips parted.
I arched sharply in his arms.
My back bowed.
My shoulders trembled finely.
My thighs twitched, trying either to escape his palm or to press onto it harder.
He continued to hold and masterfully, in circular motions, knead that most private place of mine.
Every squeeze echoed as a heavy wave inside.
My pussy pulsed in the same rhythm, releasing even more wetness.
— I’m giving you the chance to choose not from memories.
I stopped breathing.
— But from what is in front of you right now.
His words were frightening.
Because they were too fair.
I had loved Hayato for the boy from the past.
For the school hallway.
For the road home.
For the wet kittens under a sweater.
But the man who was now holding me in his arms and squeezing my womb was Ren.
And I already knew which one would turn out stronger for me.
Three years of memories.
Or two days next to a person who in one evening had already forced my body to betray me so openly.