This is SIMILAR to the story of PITBABE but with my own spiciness fueled in it. This story focuses on Alan and Jeff, while the rest are like passing lanes. Please DO NOT expect the characteristics and the story to be the same.
Genres to know before...
But Alan seems to like what he is witnessing right now. His smirk says it all. But it weirds me how weak I look with my hands tied like that. But... it also seems to spice up things.
(Imagine this as Jeff's hands and he's in a countertop without a shirt on him. But the shirt was too long and covered till his elbows.)
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Alan: I liked it this way. What do you say? He said, giggling at me.
I felt so embarrassed. Embarrassed to tell him that I liked this way.
He lifted my chin, making me look at him. He knows that I was avoiding his eye contact all this time.
I smiled when my eyes met Alan's.
Alan: Uh! Fine. I guess I already know the answer. His smirk did not leave his face.
His hands were on my knees a few seconds before. But when I smiled, it moved higher. It doesn't look like it would stop or slow down without reaching its designation.
His hands circled till they reached my upper thighs.
I gasped for air when his hands spread open my thighs apart.
Me: Ah..Uhmm
Alan: Just relax, Jeff. I will be gentle.
Me: It's...okay
Alan: It's okay if I am...not gentle?
I flustered. This dumb millennial can't grasp it when I tell them once. He asked it again and again just to embarrass me.
I couldn't gather my words. I just nodded as a yes, hoping that he would get it this time.
Alan smirked, assuring that he understood what I meant.
He spread my legs further apart and moved closer to me.
He slowly, but firmly held my hands, moving them above my head and kissed me. The kiss is more passionate and comforting.
A moment of guilt ran inside my nerves as I remembered my vision of him. What if I actually end up being the reason for us being surrounded by danger? What if Babe and Charlie couldn't help us? What if... Does Alan die because of me? The pool which we were in turned into a blood bath out of nowhere when I heard that bullet. I jerked as I heard the sound of the bullet from Tony's gun in my vision.
Though it was in my vision and I know it well, I couldn't help but leave a jerk, alarming Alan.
But Alan wasn't bothered by it. He held my nape and only deepened the kiss. His hands on my neck didn't leave a chance to fight with his lips on mine. It was so passionate and dominating that I could feel my back hitting the countertop.
I gasped again when I realised that I was literally lying on the countertop, my hands staying above my head. This looks like an invite for Alan's tongue to enter further inside.
