6 6. The Father [M]

"Aw, man." I place a hand on my chest, 'you gave me a scare.'

I lean a hand on the wall and take measured breaths. The guest was standing right behind me as I turned back and I collided into his chest. Even now, he stands in quite close proximity as I try to regain my composure without stepping back even the slightest.

'Adian.' He whispers harshly and his hands reach out to grab the side of my shoulders. When I meet his eyes, his eyes glimmer strangely, 'By lord, I have missed you so much.'

I feel yanked forward and he moves in closer as well, as though we weren't already close before. He is now miles into my personal space and I am, well, in his arms. He squeezes his arms around me, I am squashed snugly.

'So, so much.' He whispers in my right ear and I shiver at the contact of air on my skin, he adds, 'To death.'

I scrunch my eyebrows together, puzzled at this new development.

Then it clicks.

That's right. It's right like this.

This guy is the Max Foster.

No, not literally. But like he is the other guy.

The illicit forbidden lover in the shadows.

Oh

And that's it.

He is the father.

I breathe a deep sigh of relief and pat his arm with one hand. Fate has landed him literally right at my doorstep. I was so worried over nothing. Of course, it was a lover and not some…random guy from a nightstand.

I need to reign it in. Adian is not as promiscuous as Max is.

A huff of laughter escapes from me and I nod, assured and relaxed. Of course, it's not a random guy. This is the Victorian times. People didn't do one-night stands.

I zone back into reality and find the man staring, no, gazing at me. He's gazing at Adian in a daze, a little too deep and lost for my liking. But hey, he's Adian's lover. And I am Adian.

My lips wriggle into an awkward smile and I place a hand on his chest, pushing him away slightly. But his arms are rigid and it wounds around my waist, keeping me close to him,

'Finally. You're realizing it.' He beams in a self-satisfied way and his eyes seem like that of a kid who stole money from his mother's purse and he didn't get caught. He got away with it. But then I look at him questioningly,

'Realize what?'

'Sweetheart.' His eyes widen, 'Our love. Your love for me.'

What's with people and widening their eyes at me today? I force out a stiff laugh and mumble a distracted 'ok'. This guy might seem to be the better one compared to Elian, but I don't know, something seems to be missing.

He smiles and it's so cheesy that I fight the sudden urge to gag at the sight.

Ah, Adian.

What a mess you are.

Oh, he's moving in closer again.

He closes his eyes and leans in, head first and his lips jutting out. I see that he's aiming for a kiss and I try to keep my head from moving backward instinctively. He is extremely slow and I watch as his face closes into me, slowly. His lips come in contact with mine and I press my lips together, and I force my eyes to close.

Now his lips start to move, gliding in motion and pressing against mine that it's forcing my lips to move as well. Slowly and reluctantly, I let my lips loose and move along in his awkward direction. The harmony doesn't seem to be there and we fumble with lips, trying to find a rhythm when immediately, his tongue flatly rubs along the entirety of my mouth. Quite literally, he's slobbering all over my lips.

I inhale sharply at this. It's not gross, I mumble in my head, it's not gross. He is just different and very, very inexperienced.

His hand is on my chest, above my shirt and it moves aimlessly, trying to grab something. He forcibly tugs at the flesh and a pang of irritation hits me; I am not a girl.

It's literally flat, what's he trying to grab?

Slowly, I grab his hand and guide it to my ass, planting it firmly there. Here's something to grab. He presses his body against me and pushes me against the door. My back comes in contact with it and the door handle jabs into the flesh of my left buttcheek painfully. I gasp at the impact and he takes the opportunity to slide his wriggling tongue inside my mouth.

'Mmmh!' I exclaim in surprise of the intruder.

It moves around my mouth and it doesn't stop. It swirls around in short jerky movement like a worm and my eyes shut close in trying to endure the disgusting sensation. But I couldn't keep it up for long. My hands shoot out to grab his jaw and physically, I push and detach his vacuum leech mouth off my lower face.

Hoo

I breathe out and laugh forcibly, not in amusement but in suppressed anger. My whole mouth is wet with someone else's saliva and my butt, stinging so much pain that my body vibrates. I breathe in my anger away.

'How about we take this to bed?' I say and I regret it immediately.

In all actuality, I want out. I wasn't even turned on and I definitely cannot go all the way.

But still.

I drag my feet along with him towards said bed and he yanks my wrist to throw me on the bed. I wince at the impact. I don't mind violence in bed but the execution of this was horrible. Now I lay flat on my back on the bed and watch him as he fumbles with the buttons of his stuffy brown coat. I scan his appearance. He is, um, lighter than Elian who is more like an incoming storm. But this guy looks dopey, in a way. I grimace, and think,

Is the baby gonna look like him?

His coat goes flying across the room and I am still immobile in my position as he bends over me, nuzzling and slobbering kisses all over my neck. My frown comes over my face along with an idea. Maybe. Just maybe I could convince Elian somehow, get him on my side, and then, I make it seem like the kid is our product.

That could work. But then, I'll have to make sure the baby doesn't look like this man.

Who knows? Hopefully, I could break it off with this man then. Adian, you might love him but his technique is…non-existent. My common sense says use Elian and dump this man's flabby ass.

I glance back at him, slouching over my torso and his tongue is on my nipple. I wish that he was sucking or even licking it but I groan in distaste, he is seriously lapping. Like a cat. He straightens up and flings my shirt opens wide. He presses his palm on my stomach, my heart thumps for a second and I relax as it glides down and aggressively, it presses on my flat crotch. I squeeze my eyes shut in embarrassment.

I admit it. It's horrible.

I cannot feel a thing or excitement, and I'm not even hard yet. I can't even be hard, with his hand kneading over my soft little boy. Maybe I could wrap my arms around him and fake some moans so that he doesn't feel bad but my body shivered at the mere thought of it and I groaned internally.

I just don't want to throw up for the second time today.

'You're quiet.' He comes closer and breathes down heavily on my lips. God, I feel like wailing like a toddler right now. He continues to talk heavily near me, 'Sweetheart, oh sweet…'

He breathes heavily and rocks his hip against mine, his hard stuff grazing my inner thigh.

I notice my pants are now stuck on my knees that hangs off the edge of the bed and he rubs his hands all over my chest, even down to my thighs. I jolt when he sticks it in between them suddenly but not in me.

'You are so wet.'

I gag, so hard that my throat hurts and I grab his head, pulling him to the crevice of my neck so he wouldn't see. I hate feeling like a woman and I hated being treat like one even more. And I am pretty sure it's just sweat.

His fingers creep further in and it slips inside. My body jolts up in shock, thankfully his finger was not aggressive but only slightly coaxing inside me with fear. I feel it press against my walls and my back rises up, arching.

What…is this?

Did it always feel like this? Why is Adian's body so sensitive? It's so sensitive. I gasp loudly at the friction of his finger as he started moving it in and out of me.

In

And slowly out,

'Oh my god.' I gasp again and push his head into my neck harder, my legs spasming slightly. His pace was horrible, and his rhythm was off but it felt different from what it was back then. This is a different body, not mine and it's a foreign pleasure.

A pleasure which I am just a beginner in.

And it is building and rising in me. There is heat, scorching heat pooling in my lower region despite his awful fingering and I find myself drowning in blinding ecstasy from just one finger.

'Yes.' I whisper, clutching his hair and pulling it. He yowls in pain but I couldn't care less.

'Yes.' It's coming

He seems to notice and his pace fastens. His face rises up towards mine and slobbers his wet kisses on my jaw, sucking with slippery suction. Irritating. I push his head away towards my neck and he hisses in disapproval.

'I am coming.'

'Yes, sweetheart, yes. Moan.' His hand quickens, 'Moan my name.'

I pause and look at him with incredulity at which I feel his finger accidentally grazing against a certain spot near the entrance. I inhale sharply and throw my head backward.

Incredible.

What is this pleasure?

I know. Sex is the elixir of life but this?

I am speechless.

God, can you hear me?

Thank you for this opportunity to rise up to this moment.

My mind is clouded with haze and at the back of my mind, I could feel teeth on my collar bone.

But then, I burst. I have reached the peak of the light.

And suddenly, everything goes black.