Chapter 30 - Once Again
A cold yet soft sensation touched my lips. It gently pressed into my lips before lifting off. Before I could even feel its absence, however, his tongue slid into my mouth that was unknowingly ajar.
His moist tongue jarred open my teeth and brushed my tongue. I pulled my tongue back in surprise. The wet sensation of the slight contact overwhelmed the tip of my tongue. His tongue immediately chased mine and licked off my hesitance. Our lips interlocked.
I squeezed my eyes shut and gulped down my breath. I heard a gentle sucking of the lips as Keith nibbled on my lower lip. I could barely hold myself back, and he hadn’t even laid a finger on my body. The only part that was touching was our lips. Even so, my entire body felt like it was burning.
If I hadn’t been leaning on the wall, I would have collapsed right away. I stood with my whole body stuck to the wall as I desperately kissed him back. Our lips met and parted once again. His tongue slid out, and I stuck mine out to chase it. Keith sank his teeth into it, and we locked our lips together yet again.
The saliva in my mouth slithered down my throat. I couldn’t breathe.
Shallow breaths continuously circulated within the cavity of my mouth. Our breaths mixed messily together, and I couldn’t tell if it was his or mine. His lips barricaded mine as they violently rubbed against the skin as if to suck in the entire interior of my mouth. It wholeheartedly felt like Keith was trying to devour me. I was scared but, at the same time, turned on.
I murmured his name inside my mouth. When my tongue twitched, his tongue wrapped around and pushed it up. Our saliva mixed into a viscous liquid and dripped down my lips. It felt as if he were making out with the back of my throat. I swore I could climax right now. Thanks to the inhibitor, however, I had only barely managed to get hard. My heart was burning, but I couldn’t dare touch myself. For the first time, I felt something deep within my anal cavity flare up.
Hahh, ah, nnh…
I repeatedly moaned, although no sound escaped my mouth. I wanted to hold him so badly. I frantically and repeatedly rolled my hand—which was supporting my weight against the wall—into a fist and undid it. But I was terrified. If I made a move, it felt as if this moment would disappear like a speck of dust. No, I knew it would.
This couldn’t possibly be real.
Keith bared his teeth and bit down hard on my lower lip. I reflexively scrunched up my brows together. The sharp pain was the only thing that told me this was real. I could vaguely taste blood. Keith overlapped my lips with his and sucked up the blood. Saliva and blood mixed together and made our lips slip against each other. His tongue licked and rubbed against the tender flesh that made up the inner walls of my mouth, and his lips reclaimed mine as he violently pressed into and sucked on my lips.
In that moment, I caught a whiff of Keith’s pheromones. He, too, was turned on. I didn’t need to feel his erection to know it.
Keith was the one who let the moan, perhaps closer to a sigh, slip. Until then, I merely stood there trembling while suppressing my moans. I felt his breath on my moist lips as he lifted off. When I managed to pry open my eyes, I saw Keith looking down at me. Nothing had changed from before I closed my eyes. The distance between us—him, as he stood with his arm leaning on the wall above my head, and me with my back glued to the wall—remained the same.
The only difference was our ragged breaths and his expression as he looked down at me.
Keith was staring at me with a complex expression. ‘What is he thinking about?’ I wondered with my cloudy mind.
“Speaking of pheromones…”
When Keith finally opened his mouth, I blinked in confusion and stared back. His expression was already back to its usual cold look.
“Why don’t you try controlling yours first?”
His mocking voice snapped me back to reality. Keith glared at me in disgust, turned around, and walked out the front door.
I only realized that I was alone when I heard the front door close. I was relieved by the fact that he at least didn’t slam the door shut—though it probably took all his patience not to.
For all I knew, he could go home tonight and curse the fact that he had kissed a man and cleanse his mouth with alcohol.
I let out a sigh and collapsed onto the floor. I forced my noodly hand up and fumbled my lips. They were still moist. The scent of Keith’s pheromones that lingered in the air and the wetness of my lips were the only things that reminded me of what had happened.
I suddenly remembered a forgotten memory. He had also seduced me back then. After that, he got extremely angry and pushed me away.
It amazed me how consistent this man was.
I laughed emptily and closed my mouth. He didn’t even remember me. And yet, he had managed to hurt me in the exact same way.
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