Chapter 22: Playing with fire ⚠️

Dammit, could I be more stupid?

I groan, rubbing my hands on my face. I seriously did it again? Hindi pa ako lasing this time.

Well, I’m drunk with rage.

I let my anger take over and forgot I should just go to Mils’ place. I wanted to be the drama queen, show I’m mad, fuming, show my angry steps, shut the door of my room on their faces, forgetting about everything else. So, here I am, again, facing Maxine.

“You are playing with fire, kitten,” Maxine assures me, and I notice the fire in her eyes. I can’t distinguish if they are from anger or lust.

I shake my head. Tatawid lang sana ako ng hall, simple as that.

“Sorry,” I don’t even bother saying more than that. I just turn to leave the room and drop all this behind.

“Where are you going?” she asks, pulling me by the elbow. I’m close to the door with my hand on the door handle, ready to leave when she presses me against it.

I take a deep breath when I feel her breath on my neck. “Ah—” I feel her lips there now, and it probably induces me to forget how to speak.

“Uh?” She asks, pinning me against the wall, having my two hands up my head. It’s starting to be the usual position I find myself in when I’m with her.

“Leaving, I am leaving?” I say, unsure. I honestly don’t know what I’m doing anymore when I’m sensing her tender lips kissing my neck.

“You look stressed, maybe I should help you relax?” She asks me with her lips skimming my right ear.

“Ah—” I gawk. “Ate cols is just outside this door, Maxine.”

“Well, I think we will have to keep it low then,” she says while she kisses my nape, providing an electric current from my nape to the end of my spine, and me leaning my head back and placing it on her shoulder. Her scent hits me.

I close my eyes and aim my head a bit closer to inhale the pear scent coming from her hair.

“You are joking, right?”

“I never joke, Quinn,” she states and squeezes my ass. “I honestly think you need to relax, and also to be reminded of some things.” She moves her hand now to the front of my pants to touch me just where I want to feel her, but instead, she keeps rubbing me over my pants.

She bites my earlobe and moves both hands to open my pants.

Oh God, seryoso siya.  Nagsisimula akong mag-hyperventilate, ngunit wala pa rin talaga akong gana na umalis sa kwarto niya, to leave her intoxicating scent.

To move away from her warm and firm body that is pressed against my back. It feels too good.

The fact that it’s forbidden, that I know I shouldn’t do it, just adds to it; it makes it even more exciting.

“You have to be quiet,” she says again, driving her right hand inside my pants and panties. I squirm.

“Understood?” She moves her finger over my clit and pulls my hair with her left hand.

I try to nod, but she is restraining my head movements.

“Answer, Quinn,” she has the ability to do several things at the same time, and it gets me astonished each moment, over and over again. Making me halt whatever I’m doing, whatever I’m thinking, and only feeling her.

Gumagalaw ang daliri niya sa clit ko, then down, teasing my folds, spreading my wetness.

Hinahatak ng kaliwang kamay niya ang buhok ko, controlling me. Her lips on my neck, kissing and nibbling me

“Uh?” She asks again.

“Yes,” I whispered.

“Good,” she says, smiling on my neck and biting me.

There is something about her bites that excites the hell out of me. It is so wild, primordial, carnal, yet somehow sweet.

She uses her feet to make me open my legs a bit, and then pulls me against her. I feel her pulsating against my bum. She is as excited as I am.

I’m feeling the heat of her body on me; her heart is beating fast against my back.

I bite my lips. I already ache for her again; I do not care if col is just on the other side anymore. I just forgot about it. What cols?

She inserts her finger inside me, slowly, affording me some shaky breaths.

“You are already so wet, Quinn,” she says in my ear, and yeah, it’s something I’ve noticed since she came into my life; my body has started to produce a lot more fluids.

“So ready for me.” She is saying filthy things in my ear, getting me trying to close my legs as instinct, to press myself right there, to have some release, but she halts my movement with her leg and inserts another finger inside me.

“Mmm,” I moan, arching my back when she starts moving her long fingers faster, using her thumb to massage my clit.

“Shh,” she says in my ear. “I don’t want to die today, Quinn, you better keep it quiet if you want to cum.” She said, pulling my hair strongly, showing me she is in charge, right now.

She is in charge of this room, of this situation, of my orgasms, and even of my body.

She starts kissing the front of my neck and then directs her lips up until they meet mine, and starts kissing me hungrily, almost angrily, while her fingers are fucking me harder.

She doesn’t give me time to breathe; her lips are devouring me, her tongue assaulting mine, her teeth brushing and biting my lips.

She keeps moving her fingers faster and faster, deeper and deeper. Her thumb pressuring my clit; my moans being eaten by her mouth.

I start to clench around her fingers. I’m getting high; I feel my blood driving everywhere, not even sure the flow is being respected as it should inside my veins. It seems it’s all a disorder. My head is a disorder; my breath is a disorder. She creates disorder.

Maxine presses her thumb strongly against my clit while she increases her pace again. She stops kissing me and places her left hand on my mouth to cover my moans.

“I can’t believe I can’t even make you scream  my name,” she says more to herself than me, while she is keeping me in place with her hand covering my mouth and her warm body holding my back when I reach my orgasm and my body trembles, after being transformed into jello.

I’m breathing hard; it’s even harder with her hand covering my mouth. I assume I could fall to the floor if she wasn’t keeping me in place.

She lets me take some deep breaths and then turns me to look at her, placing my back against the door, and then puts her fingers in her mouth and sucks them. Has she just…?

“You taste just like your personality,” she says with her mischievously sparkling eyes. “Perfect combination between sweet and salty.”

I got dumbfounded and excited again, squeezing my legs together.

“Come, close your pants.” She orders, rushing me regarding my legs with eager eyes.

I do just that and try to rearrange my hair and prepare myself to leave.

Maxine opens the door before me and starts going to the living room. I leave fast behind her, trying to keep her pace.

“There you are, what you guys were doing? I thought you would realize sooner you were in the wrong room, Quinn.” My brother asks. “Sorry, my fault,” Maxine responds.

It halts me. Oh God, please no, just please keep your mouth shut. I watch her agape.

“I heard your discussion, so I thought I should talk to her,” she responds, heading to the kitchen and taking a beer.

A feeling of relief runs inside my body, replacing the cold blood I was feeling.

Maxine opens her beer, looking at us amused. Watching her, leaning against the kitchen counter. She is keeping her sparkling amused eyes on my own.

“Don’t worry, cols, she is not interested in this nerd guy; she won’t go out with him.” She states, taking a sip of her beer.

I gape at her. Fuck, manipulative bastard.

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