And Then You

16 / inggo

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HE remembers his promise to Jiya all those months ago.

I swear to God I won't touch her.

Tapos sa isip niya: again.

"Buti na lang 'di ako naniniwala kay God," sabi niya sa sarili niya. "Sorry, Ji. Love you."

He rings the doorbell.

Pagkabukas ni Rinn, she swallows, her eyes wide. Like she didn't expect him to actually come after her, kasi he didn't when she kissed him in the car. "Kuya Inggo..."

"I stayed celibate for seven fucking months," Inggo snaps, stepping forward as Rinn backs up into her unit, tilting her head up at him, chest rising and falling rapidly. "Or eight. For you. Because of you."

He throws his keys, wallet, and phone on the table. Then he takes off his shirt by the neckline around the back and tosses it on the floor, still staring at her. "Pero 'di ko na kaya."

Without waiting for her answer, he pulls her to him and kisses her.

Ugh, putangina.

Her hands lock behind his neck as he pushes her against the wall, pressing up and up on her toes and whimpers at the roughness of his kiss.

Rinn sucks and bites his bottom lip like she's starving, and he molds her hips in his hands, and grounds into her through their clothes.

Rips open the tank top she's wearing. Buries his head on her chest while her nails scrape down his back.

Hindi alam ni Inggo kung paanong hindi siya natumba nang buhat si Rinn, because the next thing he knows, he's on top of her on the bed, yanking her shorts down and running his hands everywhere—thighs, stomach, ribcage, legs, ass.

"Shit," Inggo mutters against her lips, keeps on kissing her while he squeezes her chest. Rinn wraps her legs around his waist and pushes her hips up, and Inggo groans in her mouth. "Rinn, tangina."

She looks up at him with wide, brown eyes—fucking trusting and beautiful, holy shit—and wraps her arms around him, breathes against his ear, "Inggo, please, please..."

Oh, he is fucked.

He crushes their mouths together before his mouth lowers to her chest again, and Rinn's fingers tangle in his hair, throwing her head back. His hand slides down to her underwear, breathing harshly. Fuck, he's so hard. "Fuck, fuck..." he groans as his finger touches her, burying his head on her neck and biting, sucking, claiming—"I can't wait, Rinn, shit, I'm sorry. Tangina, kailangan kita."

She seems to want the same thing, kasi her hands fly to his jeans and eagerly pushes them down his legs.

Rinn strokes him, kissing his mouth, and Inggo fists the sheets beside her head, moaning at her touch.

Then he slaps it away before he can fucking come and thrusts himself inside her.

Shit.

"Inggo!" Rinn shouts, holding on to him, scratching his forearms. "Ah..."

Putaningang gago. "Does it hurt?" Inggo asks worriedly, brushing her hair away from her face and caressing her cheek. Shit. "Shit, baby, I'm sorry. I'm sorry, baby, fuck."

"It's okay, it's okay," Rinn mutters, squeezing her eyes shut while Inggo kisses her neck and jaw and mouth, trying to soothe her. "Ang tagal na rin," she whispers, mustering a smile for him, cheeks flushed.