Him or his Best Friend

𝐂𝐡. 𝟓𝟔 | 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 🌶️

"It's fine. It's okay to be weak under a woman from time to time," my head scrunched inwards to my neck with a proud glare.

I was getting to him. I watched as my words got into his ego. My body was pressed hard against the tiles in no time against his warm one.

"This was never about getting weak for you, Strawberry. I'd gladly let you have me weak again if it makes you happy," he glared directly into my eyes with his rough voice before hitting my lips with a hard kiss.

"If you say so. I want to move into Luka's house," I spoke, breaking our kiss.

My words seemed to madden him because he did not let me say another word. But only shuts me up with a kiss too rough and vicious. His teeth biting me so hard, wanting to just rip these lips off my face so I didn't have anything to talk from.

Why?

His hand slid down my right leg and lifted it up so high, holding it between his elbow joint. The water slid down our slippery bodies like soap and started turning our bodies red by how hot it was. I couldn't understand the frustration he was taking out.

Or could it be jealousy?

"Does it make you jealous when I speak of Luka like he's everything and you're nothing?" my voice uttered with a small realisation.

His eyes only darkened with something called obsession and craziness. A deep thrust hit me hard, paining my walls. Stretching them around him with fear. My eyes twitched left and right at his silence. He only grunted with his slow, deep thrusts.

"I lied about all the reasons why I was possessive over you," something in me spoke, ready to reveal something even I wasn't aware of.

He gave me a delicate kiss, wanting a taste of me before I spoke any more words. Both my hands snaked into his hair when he reached for my other leg, having my entire weight held stably in his arms.

"You have me bound to your soul because your touch healed me. This was never related to Luka," I panted, feeling his cock thorn me with intense, fastened plunges.

"But you... Why are you so possessive over me? Why have you burnt every single person that has touched me or hurt me, down to their ashes if you've hated me so much?" my eyes widened with the desperation of an answer from his mouth which didn't seem to utter anything but harsh, irritated groans against me.

"Why are you so jealous when I talk about Luka?" I further enquire, tempting him to speak up.

"Because I've never ever wanted anything as badly as you," Chase yells against my lips, kissing them again.

"I'm not going to lie, like you," he growls, digging his eyes deep inside himself.

"I have never been possessive over anything but you. Why? Because God decided to make something perfect and that perfect wasn't for me," he thrust so hard I yelped with a scream, hitting my head back onto the wall hard.

"And you decide to use it against me. When I'm with you, when I'm fucking you, in all these moments I feed my ego knowing it's the only time I'm on your mind but you decide to burst it," he gritted, clenching his jaw hard.

His biceps filled in with power and bulged hugely as my body jerked hard over his. My skin ached with redness when hit balls hit it hard. I moaned his name so hard it started echoing in the bathroom.

Afraid that Mira would hear us, I bit my lower lip trying to control my volume. But it didn't work. His words started fucking my brain. Especially the ones where he said I was perfect. It fed my ego and elevated me.

"You're a fucking goddess, Liya. A fucking masterpiece. A fucking sculpture I need to have," he panted, realising how close I was becoming to the tightness.

"Chase," I called for him.

For a kiss, my eyes refused to keep sight of him. Rather they rolled in fast circles making me really dizzy.

"I know you love him, but I had my eyes on you first," his voice whisperingly confessed to himself and not me.

Helping him come to terms with his own feelings which looked like he needed to. The way he fucks me with frustration is the frustration I have caused. The hurricane of thoughts that never let him settle in peace was me.

"You promised him all your half strawberries but offer me one when you don't even know how that drives me insane that I already am for you," he groaned, having my head hit the wall restlessly again.

"Why does it matter?" I exhaustedly cried, digging my nails into his again.

"It does matter, Strawberry. Sharing your half strawberries with someone is a myth which says you will fall in love with each other," he revealed another ancient love knowledge of his.

"You and Luka are already in love, that share would have been a threat," Chase slows down to pull out of me, feeling his orgasm reach him.

"I'm a bad man, Strawberry," he ached, wishing he had chosen a different destiny and fate for himself in this moment.

"But what if I'm in love with you too?" my voice instantly utters, capturing his gaze which goes away with frustrations and fills with shock like mine did.

My eyes locked with his, realising what I had just said and how it felt so right. Nothing about being in love with him felt unreal or wrong. Neither did it with Luka. Chase was unable to comprehend my words and his body felt even more threatened.

Light, hard, deep thrusts occurred before he had lost his mind. My insides coated warmly with my orgasm which mixed in with his, making me moan with pleasure. His body fell onto mine against the wall, his cock still inside me.

He whimpered so hard. A whimper of excitement and a whimper he had never let out. A whimper so perfect that told his cock enjoyed the way our liquids mixed in together inside my body.

Our chests breathed in motion together. Our heartbeats plumping against our chests to the point they were hitting against the other's. He had just finished in me...

Lifting his head out of my neck, he instantly kissed me. Softly, but harder and harder. Wanting me to take back the words I had just said. But I couldn't. Even if I wanted to.

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