Pitbabe S2, Chapter 18 pg8

 Pitbabe S2, Chapter 18 pg8

   “So, is it a good thing or a bad thing?”

   “Hmm… well good,” I lowered my voice, leaning my face closer to his until our noses almost touched. Babe didn’t pull away—of course, he wouldn’t. Now we were breathing into each other, my hands roaming his body as if it were my own treasure. “The more people are interested in me, the easier it is for me to get things done.”

   You could say I’m taking advantage of Babe’s fame and influence, but if we’re talking principles, it’s just one of the perks I’m entitled to as his lover. Or call it a side benefit, I don’t mind. Simply put, if you want what I have, you’d have to be Pitbabe’s boyfriend first.

   “Everyone wants a piece of Pitbabe’s things,” our lips brushed lightly as I spoke, a tingling sensation like static electricity sparking each time they touched. “If I were just me, maybe ten people would care. But because I’m Babe’s ex, hundreds want a taste.”

   My body was burning.

   I was already feverish on my own, but with Babe writhing on my lap… we were both practically incinerating.

   “Everyone wants to know… just how amazing Pitbabe’s stuff is.”

   “Of course it’s amazing,” Babe said in a husky voice, grinding his hips against my lap as if his patience was wearing thin. I bet Babe was feeling much the same as me right now. “If it wasn’t, why would I bother bringing it out… right?”

   “That’s what I’m saying…” I whispered close to his chin, pressing a soft kiss there before sliding my face lower, dragging my tongue from his collarbone up to his perfect jawline, fresh from the kiss. “Others want me because I’m yours.”

   “Didn’t you say you’re not mine?”

   “I’m not yours in the way that you can order me around.”

   I kissed his cheek, then flipped the man on my lap to lie beneath me. Babe didn’t seem startled at all; instead, he stared at me unwaveringly, his full lips slightly parted, as if waiting for something. I knew what it was, but I wasn’t going to give it to him just yet.

   “But I’ll live for you, die for you… without you even having to ask.”

   This didn’t sound like something exes would say to each other, but I said it anyway, with deep sincerity, laid bare. And I was certain Babe received every bit of it effortlessly, without even trying.

   “Don’t die,” the man beneath me said softly, his hand moving from my cheek to the hair above, gently tugging as he looked at me with eyes full of desire. “Live… and make me happy.”

   I didn’t respond with words, but I etched his request into the deepest part of my heart. It would stay there, reminding me that from now on, I couldn’t die. I had to do everything in my power to live and make my beloved happy, maybe not in the way he wanted, but I’d do it all to stand by his side in my own way.

   Our passionate kiss went on as if it would never end. The clothes on our bodies were shed piece by piece until we were left bare, like the first day of life. We held each other close, feeling the warmth of each other’s skin. Babe lay on the new bed beneath me, his trembling breaths catching every time I moved closer.

   “Papa…” he called me by the familiar term, sounding almost delirious, though the true delirious one should’ve been me. His body was melting me, gripping me tightly as if reluctant to let go. I hoped he knew I didn’t want to part from him either. “Mmm… Papa…”

   “Yes?” I pick up the pace another notch, hooking the other’s legs around my waist, wanting to feel him more, deeper than now. “What’s that?”

   “Missed…”

   “Missed what?” Even though I can guess the meaning, I still want to hear him say it clearly with that kissable mouth. “Missed Papa, or missed… this?”

   I emphasize “this” with another big thrust, making the beauty slide across the bed. The large pillow does a great job keeping my darling’s head from hitting the headboard. Babe lets out a soft moan, sounding like he’s on the verge of breaking, yet he’s not scared at all—as if dying beneath me would be worth it.

   But I’m not trying to kill Babe.

   I’m trying to make him happy.

   “Bet you missed this more, huh?” I chuckle low, slowly sliding my hand to rest on my love’s slender neck. “No one to pamper you after the breakup, right?”

   “Mmm… no one.”

   “Of course. Who knows you better than I; Papa Charlie?”

   Then I squeeze that pretty neck just enough to drive him wilder than before.

   Babe gasps, moaning, struggling to pull air into his lungs. Tears stream from the corners of his eyes, his body twitching and tensing so I can feel it. Every reaction screams torment, but his face right now is nowhere near tormented.

   “Papa… you’re the best.”

   He praises me, a sweet smile curling his lips, his glistening eyes looking at me like I’m the greatest human on earth, ready to give me everything without regret. He probably doesn’t even realize that I’m the one who’s lost. I’ve given him everything already, without him ever needing to ask.

   

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