Contains descriptive sex scenes. Proceed at your own peril or pleasure.
“God, you’re so drunk.”
“No! Definitely not. I’m an American! I can… hold my liquor!”
“Yes, I know. It’s the only reason you haven’t passed out yet. I mean, five bottles…”
Rayla chuckled wryly as she practically carried John.
Recalling the night, although it seemed like he just wanted to let a little loose, she felt something was off.
It was when he was left alone. It only took a glance to see the hollow stare. And it was only when she moved into his line of sight that he would perk back up and drink a bit more.
He downed hard liquor like water, impressing even the Knights of the Tavera Family. And for some reason he made it known that he was what they called an ‘American.’ That’s what everyone was calling him by the end of the night.
Now here he was, basically slung over her shoulder as she drug him back to her house.
And there was one other thing that concerned her.
On their way out of the Black Spider Market, she passed by the Key Master. The two were acquainted.
It was his words that made her think.
“You have something good, Rayla Nolavich.”
His comment had made her heart constrict.
Nolavich. That was her late husband’s surname. After he died, she no longer kept it since she couldn’t carry that family name without him.
So that name triggered deep memories that she didn’t want to remember.
She glanced at his oddly gentle face.
“A true friendship is an amazing thing, but still nothing more.”
She didn’t respond to that.
But she still thought about it deeply as she unlocked the door to her apartment.
“Oh, am I actually in a girl’s house?”
“Are you 12? Here, just lay on the couch.”
“I’m banished to the couch…”
She rolled her eyes as John sighed, lowering him onto the cushions.
Then she sat on the armrest by his head. He was already dozing off.
When he shifted, she could see him glance at her through half closed eyes.
She reached down, brushing back some of his hair.
The two were quiet, simply staring at each other.
There were so many things that both of them wanted to say, but there was much more that was better left unsaid. Both of them had straightforward personalities, but in this moment, their desire to carefully tread an invisible line took hold.
What they desired and what they knew they should do conflicted.
In the end, Raya spoke first.
“Why didn’t you go talk to those girls?”
It seemed like a joking question, but it made John’s mind spin.
He could say he didn’t talk to them because he’d rather be with her. It would give him exactly what he wanted, which was to take that step forward. But it wouldn’t align with what he wanted for Rayla, which was to maintain their friendship
Rayla didn’t know that Libitus told him about her late husband. She didn’t know that he had been thinking for hours about what was best for both of them.
She surely had the same conflict in her mind. Was she ready to get into a serious relationship? Would she mess it up because of her past? And before all that, did she want to chain John to herself? Or did she want him to be with someone that didn’t have all the baggage she did?
And her question meant one thing.
She was leaving the decision to him and his desires. If he wanted it, then she would do it. If he didn’t…
John mumbled lightly, stopping for a moment as he relaxed his tightening throat.
“...I think I was just nervous.”
“...Yea. Indecisive. Afraid. I can’t say I’m the smoothest talker. Maybe I would mess things up.”
She was silent, but after a while, John asked.
“Did you want me to talk to them?”
Her voice was unusually soft yet filled with emotion that threatened to burst.
Taking a deep breath, she slipped off the arm of the chair and kneeled on the floor in front of the couch. Her head leaned on the cushion.
She didn’t respond for close to a minute. And when she finally lifted her head, she had a small sorrowful smile.
“I was just… trying to get you a girlfriend. A lot of those chicks come from rich families. They would be good picks.”
“...That’s true. Not that I care about that.”
“Yea… Promise me something.”
She lifted her head and leaned forward.
“I need this, but… Promise me… this will never happen again.”
She said that, and after moving forward, she locked her lips with his.
It was the last thing I expected, and something that I had told myself not to do so many times during the auction.
I was still buzzed from the drinks, my head woozy. But ever since training to the second Authority, my head gained the ability to remain clear despite the intoxication.
That kiss hit me like a truck.
It was deep, carrying passion that made my eyes roll.
And it lasted way too long.
My sense of reason was already clouded, despite having affirmed my decision for hours.
This was the last straw.
It only took a few minutes, and I barely realized that she was on top of me.
Our bodies entangled as our tongues writhed between our lips.
I don’t know who was first, but at some point, a shirt came off.
My brain went fuzzy when her bra popped off. Her large bust hung in front of my face, her two pink nipples hardened in anticipation.
Then, her hand ran down my chest. I could feel her grab my pants, but our eyes remained locked on each others.
But for a moment, it seemed like she hesitated.
As if there was any room for that now.
Suddenly I pulled my body up, putting her on her back.
Then I stood up, throwing off my pants. She followed just as I did, stripping off the rest of her dress.
She didn’t speak, but put her hand out to keep me from returning to the couch.
I got tingly as she leaned toward my cock, and wrapped her lips around it.
It was a new feeling, something I had never done before. But now, it was definitely my favorite.
It was warm, wet, and the way she treated it so tenderly had me bursting in just a couple minutes.
My liquid of life dripped across her chest, turning it glossy. And when I looked down, taking in the sight of her perfectly toned body that displayed the scars of all her battles, I wasn’t even allowed to go soft.
Especially when I saw her fingers massaging her lower lips. Pushing her back down onto the couch, I lowered my head, and got to work.
I could feel her squirm, her legs twisting in odd ways before wrapping around my head. Her fingers gripped my hair as my tongue found the most sensitive place on her body.
She smelled good, and her skin was totally bare. It made the process enjoyable for me, especially since I could feel every pulse of pleasure through her body as her limbs writhed in unison.
And she only lasted a bit longer than me. I knew it when her body convulsed, her voice leaking out in moans of ecstasy.
I backed off when that happened, pleasuring the area around her pussy like her legs, slowly moving my way up to her neck before planting a hot kiss.
We both gasped in heat before she moved her body and pushed me down. Taking control, she sat on top of me with her hand on my dick, guiding me straight into her without suspense.
Her body slowly wrapped around me, slipping through until she touched down.
I could hear her shakily moan the entire way, as if unable to handle her excitement.
And at first, she slowly moved. We felt each other, getting into a rhythm, finding what we liked. And when we clicked, it got faster, rougher, and hotter.
Our bodies slammed against each other, both our moans echoing through the apartment. I watched her face contort, her chest bounce, until she laid her body against mine and locked lips.
We continued even as we kissed, filling our minds with nothing but the heat of passion.
And then, I twitched. Feeling that, she pulled back and looked me in the eyes.
She slammed her hips down, as if reading me like a book. And I came, releasing everything straight into her.
The feeling of looking straight into her eyes as that happened was indescribable. And I could see it in her face, the look of overflowing satisfaction and happiness.
We sat there for several seconds, our bodies quivering until I had regained any semblance of conscious thought.
But despite finishing twice already, I wasn’t done.
I flipped us over, bearing down from above and continuing on.
She responded in kind, angling her body in just the right way, looking me straight in the eye as she moaned in euphoria.
I could feel her strong body as she clung to me, and I made sure to relish every inch. It seemed that nothing but my fingers clutching her body sent waves of pleasure through her. Her entire body was sensitive, and she seemed to understand that as she writhed against me.
And I could feel her climax. It was a spasmic orgasm that shook her voice and made her nails dig into my back. And whenever she did, I would follow, as if our bodies were in sync.
But one or two times didn't seem to be enough. We just kept going.
There seemed to be no end to our stamina or carnal desire. I couldn’t tell if it was lust or love, because both of us indulged in each other as if we would do so for the rest of our lives.
We could see nothing but each other.
So neither of us noticed when the sun had come up.
Or when 4 hours had passed.
I wasn’t even able to remember the end of it.
All the alcohol, the ecstasy, and the intoxication skewed my rationale.
So it ended only when we both passed out.