Words Written in Water (Loser #3)

Chapter 25

Chapter 25

Warning: R-18

Parang naputol ang pisi ng pasensya niya. Rinig ko ang pagtatama ng ngipin at kita ko ang pagsulpot ng mga ugat sa bisig. Inalis niya ang kamay sa akin, at kahit mukhang hirap na hirap, yumuko siya, at marahan akong hinalikan sa noo.

His breathing was labored. I could feel him panting as his chest heaved against mine. His pulsating length was probing me, distracting my train of thought.

"Juancho..." I called, not knowing what to do anymore.

"Give me a minute, baby," he murmured. "I'm too aroused. I don't want to hurt you."

I touched his arms and gave them a light squeeze. They were hard and smooth against my fingers. Their muscles were flexed as if he was dying out of control.

"You're my first," I said weakly.

He drew back slightly, catching my gaze. The blaze in his eyes never went out. It was as if his arousal hadn't gone down at all—in fact, it had doubled.

"And only," he concluded.

Wala na siyang sinayang na oras. Lumapit siya at hinalikan ako sa labi. Sa pagkabigla, impit akong napasigaw. Sinamantala niya ang pagkakataon na 'yon para palalimin ang halik.

Mahigpit kong kinapitan ang braso niya habang patuloy siya sa paghalik sa akin.

His lips were soft and moist. They were parting wide enough for my tongue to squeeze in. From the side of my head, his hand traveled down my neck, across my shoulders, and finally into one of my globes.

I grunted softly. He did the same thing he had done earlier—he drew circles around my nipple. Bumaba ang mga halik niya sa leeg at balikat ko, ang mainit na hininga ay halos umabot sa tainga ko. I saw his Adam's apple move, and when I tilted my head slightly, he bit me on the shoulder.

It wasn't painful, but it did make me crave more.

I fiddled with the hem of his muscle tee, hoping to yank it off. Napatigil siya sa ginagawa.

"Tanggalin mo," I said, enthralled by the way he was touching me.

I didn't have to beg. He backed away from me and took it off, his muscles stiffening as he did.

I swallowed when I saw his naked body again.

His arms were bulging with veins, and his chiseled chest was retching and panting from exertion. His abs were rippling, as evidenced by the visible lines on his belly.

"Get up," he said, his voice hoarse.

Nahihipnotismo akong sumunod. Naupo ako, humahanga pa rin sa lalaking-lalaking itsura niya. Gumalaw ang buto sa panga niya nang isa-isahing tanggalin ang butones ng dress ko.

Sa kalagitnaan, nalaglag ang manggas sa gitna ng braso ko. Sa isang iglap, naramdaman ko ang hangin na humahaplos sa dibdib ko. Napatigil din si Juancho sa pagtatanggal pa ng butones. Nandidilim ang mga mata niyang tiningnan ang katawan ko.

Tinamaan ako ng hiya. Sinubukan kong takpan ng kamay ko ang dibdib, ngunit kinuha lang niya iyon at mariing hinawakan. He gazed at my breasts with burning hunger, and before he could finish unbuttoning my dress, he pushed me back down on the mattress and kissed me again. This time, it was a lot more intense.

"I'm sorry," he said in between our kisses. "But I don't think I can be gentle with you."

He didn't wait for my response. Instead, his lips followed the path of my collarbone, tattoo, and shoulder until they came face-to-face with my globes. I watched him do all that, trying not to moan. He looked up at me, and with thickened lust, he put one in his mouth.