One-shots [𝓈𝓅𝒾𝒸𝓎]

𝚂𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 1 [part 2]

How...

How did I get to this point?

Because, God is playing His game on me goodly. Really, very goodly.

It's been about 5 months since that first encounter with Barley (or Barl, which he prefers more) and goodness, the excuses he can make to see me again.

Sometimes, he wants tools for his car from my garage, just because his tools are lost or stolen.

Perhaps... the specific excuse to lean against the garage's wall and put his hand on the halfway-up-shutter gate to portray that he does have muscles and he has no shame in it to hide them.

Umm... Why should he?

Then again, whenever I get my groceries (every Sunday) and get them out from my car, he comes over and helps me with taking them to my kitchen.

Slowly, yeah slowly, he gets into my garage, my kitchen, the bathroom. Now, in my living room. With whiskey on the rocks in his hand and white wine in mine.

My legs crossed as I'm sitting on a chair, right across from him, where he is sitting on my comfy black couch. His free hand rubs over the soft fabric of the couch. A few quiet scratching noises come from that.

I keep my legs tightly crossed and closed, not letting my wetness air out to his nose.

I'm still frustrated with the interruption to my first orgasm at that moment.

My vagina was going to have an amazing pleasure with that high flow by my trusty vibrating sleekly silicone dick (or dildo, whatever).

Thrusting slowly and deeply, almost reaching to my cervix and was making me yelp out from the pleasure from my throbbing womanhood.

Yet, here I am, with a ruined orgasm.

"..Lily?"

My eyes snap back out of my zoned out state.

"Something's wrong?" He asks, expressing his worry through his eyes and brows.

I shake my head, totally being nonchalant at the fact of my irritation, right inside me. I sip from my glass, gulping down the burning wine.

"Come on. Tell me." He says firmly with some fondness. His thumb lightly swirls around his glass's rem while his eyes set on me.

I straighten my back slightly, sighing slowly.

"I don't know..." I trail off. "I actually feel tired." I lie.

"Ohh? Pain? Or sickness?" He asks, clearly not backing off or dismissing himself.

I shrug off, deceiving him more with my lies. "Maybe, too much work for the day caused it." I breathe out deeply.

"Where? I mean, the discomfort?" He asks again, gulping down the remaining whiskey with a one-go as he stands up. He pulls down his pants to fix it around his hard thighs.

My eyes widen a fraction when he stands up and starts to approach me with no hesitation.

"What? I'll be fine—" I get cut off when he stops in front of me. Sooner, he carefully slips his hand under my hair towards the end of my hairline, rubbing his fingers right against my nape while his thumb slides up and down on the side of my neckline.

I chew in my inner cheek, holding myself to not gasp out from that touch.

"I'm fine, Barl.." I whisper as I look up through my lashes to him. Yes, he is that close, making it hard for me to look up at him properly. Not when he's woody cologne hits my nose without any difficulty.

He bends over to me just a fraction of his movement, fanning his warm breath over my cheeks and parts of my neck. My eyes flutter from his intense gaze on me.

He places his knee in between my thighs, parting my legs, enough to feel a cool breeze in between my thighs.

...Fuck.

I slowly breathe out, my chest heaves down, knitting my brows together slightly because I am sensitive. His fingers still massage the back of my neck, his thumb keeps my head tilt up to keep the eye contact intense.

"What.. are you doing?" I barely whisper out.

"Something I should have done that day." His composed and low voice whispers the words out.

I gasp when his lips crash against mine, slowly melding them with one another. The heat from that kiss quickly rushes into my whole body, into all of the nerves I have. Then it starts to throb in between my legs. The warmth, for sure, radiates from my chest and my inner thighs.

I breathe out a soft moan when he pushes his knee further forward toward my sensitive flesh.

From that gentle press, I kiss him back passionately. I cradle my fingers over his jaw, tilting his head to the side as I swirls my warm tongue against his upper lip.

He groans and instantly grins in the kiss as he pulls me closer to him in a swift motion, picking me up and holding me up by my ass.

I wrap my legs around his waist tightly, pressing my lips down against his. I moan out in a low breath, grinding myself against his groin without any hesitation. I slide my arms up to his shoulders and hold onto him tightly.

I do everything to let my body totally glue to his. No air can escape through us.

A low grunt comes out of his lips, pulling my hips close to him to get more out of the fractious movements.

My lips graze over his stubble before I move my head to the side, kissing him on his Adam's apple, slowly licking over it and gently suck on the soft part of his skin.

"Fuck..." He groans. "Looks like I wasn't the only one who have been craving for this to happen."

His soft chuckle sends a fucking weird shiver in my spine. I lick up from his neckline towards his ear.

"Maybe." I whisper as I tug onto his earlobe with my teeth and suck it gently.

He chuckles again, brighter than the previous one. His gaze stays on my face while his palm slowly moves up to my throat, carefully grabbing onto it, causing me to gasp out and bite down into my lip.

"Tease.. tease.. teasing." He smirks darkly. His hand goes into my hair, gripping my hair now.

Then, in a blink, he throws me onto the couch.

I let out a short yelp of surprise as I glare up at him.

"Keep looking at me like that. Because you won't able to see me again until the afterglow finishes."

He fucking whispers like a predator, about to tame me and wreck me with no mercy.

And I want no mercy.

I keep glaring at him. Desire dripping down from my eyes for him as I pull down my shorts, throwing them away somewhere in the living room.

"Prove it then." I whisper with a seductive voice and gaze.

His eyes move down over my body in such a way that they look more intense, and something is plotting inside his head.

Undoubtedly, not something that can be... sweet.