Poisoned Love

35. Guilty and Hurting

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His length was huge, bigger than what I expected and I don't know if I'll be able to fit inside my mouth. I gasped at his size and he began laughing.

"It's okay." He says. "You don't have to."

The fact that he's so understanding makes me think otherwise. I gathered every bit of bravery I had and curled my fingers around him, going up and down. His head fell back down on the bed and I can tell he's struggling not to make any sounds. He's so vulnerable now and I decided not to take advantage of that.

I can notice the beads of sweat on his forehead. He pushed his tousled yet bless of a messy hair backwards. His chest rose and fell back down repetitively and it tempted me to go faster.

"Fuck." He mutters. A few other curse words I never knew existed escaped his lips. At this point, I don't know if he's saying actual words or making up stuff.

"You can stop, you don't have to-"

"No, it's fine." I pant. I was turned on by the fact that I turned him on. It's complicated but it's the truth.

The next thing I know, my mouth is already open wide and hovering over him. He groaned in pleasure but made sure that only I could hear him. I played with my tongue and saw what it can do. His eyes were shut and his hips shifted but shortly fell back after. I looked up at him as I went down deeper. If someone told me I'd be doing this last week, I would never believe them, the idea is still so weird and foreign to me but at least I'm satisfied with how fulfilling I'm making Ace feel.

A few moments later, I removed his length from my mouth and we both lied on the bed. Panting, sweating, our legs tangled.

"We should do this at my house next time." He says and his chest slowly gets back to normal. I rested my head on his chest and heard his fast heartbeats slowly becoming steady. It was music to my ears.

"Can I ask you a question?" I say, biting on my lower lip. "What did they mean when they said 'move on' the night I was at your house?" The question kept bugging me for a long time and I never got the chance to ask it.

I hope my question doesn't ruin things between us now that we've grown closer than we already were. I dug my nails in my palms, not anticipating his answer.

"They thought she was my girlfriend, that's all."

"Really? Why?" I can't help but ask. I have the right to know, especially after what we just did.

"Why do you always have so many questions?" He groans and turns, his back facing me now. He can't be serious.

"Just tell me." I complained. What does he has to hide?

"Tell you what?"

"Why did they think she was your girlfriend?"

"I'm not discussing this." He gets up and throws his boxers and jeans on.

"Why not, Ace? Is there something I should know?" I raised an eyebrow. I hate having to be and sound so suspicious but he didn't give me a reason not to.

"No." He replies flatly and he's back to being distant and cold. Every brick I wrecked from his wall, he has already rebuilt and we are separated once again.

"Ok, look, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have."

"Shouldn't have what?" He asks, not looking in my direction. My mind is telling me to tell him that I apologized for doing what I did, but I decided against it like a fool.

"For asking so many questions."

He doesn't respond, which is exactly what I didn't want him to do. He gives me such a hard time sometimes and he's being so mysterious and keeping so many things to himself when I'd open up to him about anything in an instant. It bothers me more than it should.