I excused myself from the birthday boy to rest in the third room on the pretence that I was a little drunk, even though I’d only had a single glass of cocktail. The real reason, though, was the lousy feeling that was starting to creep up on me.
This was probably the kind of feeling that I would have to get used to from now on—disappointment, heartbreak, like someone whose heart had been broken, even though we didn’t have any kind of relationship status. P'Night was ready to date anyone who was ready for him.
Why should I keep waiting for him? When tonight there was someone who could give him the kind of happiness that he wanted? I should just turn off the light and go to sleep.
Knock, knock.
Two soft knocks on the door gave me a glimmer of hope, even though I didn't know who would be coming up here at this hour. If it was P'Khao, then it was very likely because he often came to see me when he noticed something was wrong.
"Why are you hiding up here in bed?" The tall figure squeezed into my pitch-black room before reaching out to turn on the light.
"I thought you weren't coming back," I said softly.
"I told you I'd be with you tonight," P'Night said, wrapping his arms around me from behind.
"But I saw you going out with someone else."
"Are you upset?" His strong hands gripped my shoulders and turned me around so he could see my face as I answered his question.
"Am I allowed to be upset?"
"Of course. I'll make it up to you."
Damn it!
Before I could finish my sentence, his sharp nose sniffed at the air, and he gave my cheek a big kiss instead of the apology he had promised.
"You just suddenly went off with him. How was I supposed to know you'd come back?" I muttered softly.
"I was just dropping him off," P'Night explained.
"..."
"Nothing more."
"..." I remained silent in response to what he said.
"There's really nothing more to it. I dropped him off and came straight back to you," P'Night explained as if he wanted me to trust him.
"Yes, I understand," I replied softly.
"Are you still mad?" His dark eyebrows rose in question before he leaned down again, intending to coax me like he had done before.
"That's enough. I'm not mad anymore," I quickly said before he could take advantage of the situation.
My smile returned simply because my senior kept his promise. Even though there were many things that made me upset before, what can I do? Just having P'Night standing in front of me, I'm already completely defeated.
P'Night leaned back against the headboard and pulled me into his arms. His thick hands played with my arms as his eyes focused on a movie that I had left playing on the television screen.
"Do you know... P'Prem's friend?"
"Oh, P'Nat? We just met today."
"..." P'Night only tilted his head to look at me, as if he wanted to say something more, but he chose to remain silent.
"Is something wrong?"
"What did he give you to drink?"
"Well... just a cocktail."
"And did you like it?"
"I liked it. It was delicious." I answered honestly, not thinking much of it.
"You like light stuff like that?" His voice was low and deep as he asked, his hand starting to caress my skin more and more, as if challenging me.
"I like it a lot. Because I can't handle the hard liquor that you like." Because of my slightly defiant words, P'Night flipped himself over and straddled me.
"I don't want you to like that cocktail," P'Night said, using the tip of his thumb to gently rub my lips, as if he wanted to wipe away the taste of what I had just sipped.
"..."
"I think it's too light," he continued, his eyes sparkling with a charm that was playing with my heart once again.
"So how strong do you want me to like it?" I asked defiantly, putting my arms around his warm neck.
"Like me," P'Night said, and then he crushed his lips against mine in a hot, demanding kiss. Everything felt urgent as his warm tongue swept into my mouth, clearing it of the cocktail he didn't like.
He pulled away long enough to remove my shirt, then fumbled with the buttons on his own, carelessly tossing it to the floor before returning to kiss me again, this time with even more fervor His large hands began to explore my body, seeking out what he desired.
"Ah..." I couldn't help but moan as his warm hand slipped beneath the waistband of my pants, gently caressing me until I was fully aroused.
"You're so easy to wake up. Were you waiting for me?" His question, laced with a vulgar meaning, was accompanied by his gaze dropping down to inspect my naked body.
"Aren't you the easy one, P'Night?" I retorted, reaching down to cup his arousal through his pants. The thick material of his trousers could barely contain his eagerness.
"Go ahead and take a look," he challenged.
I don't like challenges, so I immediately pushed his muscular body down and switched positions with him.
P'Night sat against the headboard in a semi-reclining position, his eyes fixed on my every move.
I pulled off his pants and then his boxers, revealing a pair of famous brand black briefs, which were straining against the obvious erection underneath.
P'Night was even more ready than I was...
I stroked and squeezed his cock through the remaining fabric of his briefs, which were now barely concealing his straining member.
"Ah," he tensed slightly as I grazed my lips over the head of his cock. I started with gentle kisses, then flicked the tip with my tongue, circling it slowly until his stomach muscles tightened noticeably.
It was no easy feat trying to fit his massive cock in my mouth, so I pleasured him as best I could.
"Are you trying to kill me?" His lustful eyes met mine as he spoke, one hand reaching up to tangle in my hair and pull my head down to meet his thrusts.
His beautiful, thick cock was so large that the mere sight of it made my stomach clench with desire. It was becoming increasingly difficult to fit it all in my mouth, so I alternated between sucking the head and licking the shaft.
"Ahh... Zen," he groaned, running his thick fingers through his sweat-slicked hair. His low moan told me that he was thoroughly enjoying what I was doing to him.
I glanced up at him, taking in his look and expression. Only one word came to mind:
Ravishing.
I felt a gentle tug on my shoulder, and then P'Night pulled me up so that I was straddling him.
I was about to lower myself onto his hard cock, which was standing at attention, when P'Night's hands suddenly grabbed my hips and pulled me towards his face.
Before I could even think to ask what he was doing, he took my throbbing member into his mouth. I wasn't prepared for this, and I gasped in surprise.
"Mmm, P'Night, no..." my protest was cut short when his hands gripped my thighs and pulled me even closer to his face.
I had never felt anything like it before, and my body tensed up so much that I almost buckled at the knees.
"P'Night, ah..." I couldn't help but moan his name, and I gripped his broad shoulders with both hands for support, forgetting that I might be leaving crescent-shaped nail marks in his skin.
The tip of his tongue lightly grazed the head of my cock, sending shivers of pleasure down my spine. I had always been the one giving head, and I had never thought about how good it might feel to be on the receiving end. But P'Night was showing me just how amazing it could be.
"P-P'Night, no more. I can't take it anymore," I managed to say, pulling myself away from his tongue before I came all over him.
"You can't take it?"
"..." I nodded shyly, feeling more embarrassed than I ever had before.
"You're making me harder than ever. Do you think I can hold back, Zen?" He smirked and stood up, showering my flat stomach with kisses as he put on a condom.
P'Night was really going to bruise me...
He used his hands to help me sit down on him, guiding his cock into my welcoming passage.
"Ahh, ahh..." Our moans synchronized as we devoured each other, becoming one.
I wrapped my arms around his warm neck for support as he used his hands to steady my back.
I sat there frozen for a moment, feeling the fullness, the depth, as if it was going to burst through my stomach. P'Night peppered my shoulder with passionate kisses before moving up to my chin and finally to my lips.
His hot tongue swept into my mouth like a predator, and his strong hands began to guide my hips, moving me up and down.
Every touch was so intense that I felt like I was going to explode. Our naked bodies pressed together, and I could feel the heat radiating off of him. His sweet lips and hot tongue, the hard length of him filling me up.
P'Night leaned back slightly, with his hands behind him, and watched me move up and down with predatory eyes.
Fuck.
Being watched like that made me so self-conscious.
I leaned back slightly, with my hands on P'Night's strong thighs, as I continued to grind against him, watching his eyes.
A wicked smile played on his lips as I moaned, revelling in the control I had over his body.
"Do you know how beautiful you are?" he asked softly, one of his large hands coming up to caress my face.
I didn't respond to his teasing words, simply moving my body in time with the rhythm, lost in the sensation of my hard cock rubbing against his stomach muscles. He watched me, a satisfied smile on his lips.
The warm hand that had been cupping my face moved up to my mouth, and his thumb slipped inside, inviting me to suck on it. Even though it was much smaller, I did so eagerly, pretending that it was his cock that I had tasted earlier.
Even though it was just a finger, P'Night wielded it like a weapon on my tongue as skilled and forceful as his cock. He was working me hard, both with the grinding of my hips against his lap and the insistent sucking of his finger.
"This is too much," he growled, the sound rumbling from deep in his throat. But it was a growl of satisfaction.
He pulled me back against him for another kiss, his hands squeezing my ass hard enough to leave bruises. Then he pushed me down onto my back and settled himself on top of me.
My legs were held open by his strong arms as his beautiful hips began to move. Every hard thrust hit just the right spot, sending shivers of pleasure through my body.
The wet slapping sounds of our bodies colliding could not be contained as P'Night continued to show me, with his body, exactly how turned on he was. Every position felt different, each touch and sensation unique. If I had to pick a favourite, it would be impossible. He was simply, undeniably good at all of them.
"Still like that cocktail?"
"Whuh-wh-what?" I stammered, my words barely intelligible over the relentless pounding.
Was this really the time to ask questions like that?
P'Night didn't answer my question. Instead, he simply picked me up and turned me over so that I was lying face down on the soft bed. He propped himself up on his knees and elbows, and the hard ridge of his cock rubbed slowly against my entrance. I was surprised by how deliberate he was being.
"P'Night, why..." I started to ask, but the question died on my lips.
What was he trying to do to me? Why wouldn't he just fuck me already?
"Answer my question, and I'll do whatever you want," he said, making a ridiculous bargain in exchange for my answer to his strange question.
"I like it because it tastes good."
"Ahh."
"Ah! Oh!" I couldn't help but cry out when P'Night suddenly thrust his hard cock into me all the way, with surprising force. And he didn't slow down after I answered.
He didn't ask me anything else after that, just kept thrusting into me hard, making my body tremble with the force of his strokes.
"P-P'Night," I gasped.
"Yes?"
"B-but I don't want to drink anymore cocktails."
As soon as I said that, P'Night pulled me up so that we were both still kneeling, his beautiful hips continuing to thrust into me. His large hand cupped my face and turned it so that I was kissing him. For a split second, I saw a mischievous smile playing on his lips. I guess it was because I had changed my mind about the cocktails.
P'Night was a beast in every way.
I wrapped my arms loosely around his neck to steady myself as he continued to ravage my body, his hands roaming over my smooth, flat chest and torso.
"P'Night," I called out in a hoarse voice as he used his large, warm hand to pleasure me. The controlled rhythm of his hand was so much better than anything I could do on my own.
In our relationship, there was never a time when I was the one to finish myself off. P'Night always made sure of that. He was attentive to my every need, not just his own.
"P'Night, I'm going to... ahh, ah..." The increased speed of his hand matched my movements perfectly. P'Night was in complete control, and I was the first to release my pleasure.
He pulled me into his arms and kissed my shoulder and back softly as I gasped for breath. His large hand was covered in cum that I had released, but he didn't show any disgust.
"Was that good?" he asked softly in my ear. I could only nod in response.
P'Night kissed me again and again. No matter how often or how long we kissed, I never got tired of the taste of his lips. Every touch was strangely exciting.
He was a very good kisser. He kissed me until I was lost in the moment.
His beautiful hips began to move in and out in a harder rhythm, according to the mood. The low, sensual moan that escaped his lips told me that he was enjoying himself immensely and that he was about to come soon.
"Zen,"
"Yes?"
"That cocktail doesn't taste good at all," P'Night said, while his beautiful hips worked hard.
"What tastes good then?" I asked in return to test the waters because today P'Night seemed to have a particular problem with the cocktail I drank.
"I do," he replied, making me smile.
Of course... nothing tastes better than him.
P'Night pulled out just as he was about to release, so I took the opportunity to move my body into position for the cock that his big hands were jerking off.
Every time, my body would be the recipient, but this time, I would use something else as the recipient to get a taste of how good it really was, as he had said.
"Zen, what are you doing?" P'Night seemed shocked by my actions, but of course, he knew exactly what I was doing and what he should do next.
"Will you taste better than the cocktail?" Without missing a beat, I quickly moved my face closer to the fully engorged tip, lightly touching it with the tip of my tongue just as my senior was speeding up the rhythm of his hand. Then, I slightly opened my lips to let him know that I was more than ready.
"Zen, ahh... ahh... Zen."
I blinked repeatedly to keep the white liquid from getting into my eyes as I moved my lips to savour the thing that was being released in a fairly large amount.
There was so much of it that my face was smeared with it.
I swallowed it down. Of course, it didn't taste good at all, but I was more than willing to do it and wanted to keep doing it without any objections.
His stomach tensed up, showing off the beautiful muscle lines. His muscular body still twitched slightly as my senior gently wiped away his love juice that was adorning my face.
"Did you have to go that far?" he asked in a breathless voice as he pulled me down to lie in his arms, just like he always did.
"I want to do it. Don't you like it, P'Night?"
"Zen, huh?" My senior pretended to complain a little before pressing a heavy kiss on my head and continuing, "I like it so much I'm going crazy."
"I like it too."
"If I ever see you drink a cocktail again..." My senior's voice turned stern as he left his sentence hanging, as if he was thinking about something.
"Why? Are you not going to let me drink it?"
"Then try drinking it, but you have to let me wash your mouth out like I did just now." P'Night smiled wickedly before pulling me into a hug and repeatedly kissing my head and forehead.
P'Night is acting like he's jealous of me, but he's so complicated that I can't predict him. Maybe he's just afraid that P'Nat will steal his toy.