Pitbabe S2, Chapter 31 pg 3
Pitbabe S2, Chapter 31 pg 3
“Hmm… I don’t think so,” I denied. When he brought this up, I could tell right away that Phii Alan was still worried about it. Even though I’d assured him several times that not having that crazy power had made my body and mind so much lighter. “That only made me feel a brief pang at first, that’s all. If you set aside my concern for Charlie, ever since I stopped seeing the future up to now, things have been a lot easier.”
“Is that so?” Phii Alan nodded slowly. “If that’s the case, then it’s fine.”
“No need to worry about that.”
“Then what should I worry about?” he pressed, his concern now evident. “You said you’ve been feeling uneasy lately… how long has it been?”
“Hmm… probably about a month.”
“A whole month?” Phii Alan seemed shocked by my answer. Honestly, I thought he’d already noticed, but his reaction made it clear he’d been preoccupied with something else—something significant enough to make him overlook someone close like me. If that was true, it could be a reason to feel a bit upset, but I wasn’t too bothered. What I cared about more was whatever was troubling him.
“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”
“I wanted to be sure it wasn’t just in my head.”
“Man… don’t let it drag on like that next time,” he said, his face scrunching up. He reached for my hand, giving it a gentle tug to pull me closer. “What’s causing it? Is it because of me?”
“Not sure.”
“That sounds like a yes.”
“Maybe a little,” I admitted, not being entirely truthful but hoping it was clear enough for him to understand how I felt. “I think we haven’t really spent much time together lately. You’re busy with your stuff, I’m busy with mine. Sometimes it just feels a bit lonely.”
“Yeah… you’re right,” Phii Alan nodded slowly, agreeing. “I completely overlooked that. Sorry.”
“No need to apologize. What I mean is, I’ve been busy too. I haven’t had as much time for you either.”
“Still feels like my fault. I don’t want my Jeff to feel lonely.”
I love it when Phii Alan calls my name—not just calling out to me, but using it in place of “you.” I love when he refers to himself as “big brother” and calls me Jeff. Honestly, even just “you” feels familiar and nice. I don’t mind when he calls me that, just like he doesn’t mind when I call him “uncle.” But when he uses my name, it makes me feel a little cuter, that’s all.
Yeah, I may seem aloof, but I still want to be cute in my boyfriend’s eyes.
“Alright, then no work today. What does Jeff want to do? I’ll go along with anything.”
“Really?”
“Totally.”
“Hmm…” I pretended to think, though I already had an answer in mind.
I moved closer to him, so close there was no space left between us. I nestled my face into his broad shoulder, lingering there for a moment. Phii Alan wrapped his arm around my waist. I stayed quiet. He courtly, he probably thought I was just being clingy, like I usually am when it’s just the two of us. But when my lips brushed against his neck, the young captain stiffened, his body going rigid as if under a spell.
When the other party doesn’t respond, I start moving to the next step. My lips, which were teasing around the nape of his neck, slide up to his ear. And of course, I don’t just blow air playfully or nibble his earlobe cutely. I bite, I nip, and I shake my head as if I’m trying to tear it off and keep it in my mouth. Then I lick his entire ear, slipping the tip of my tongue inside until my big guy wrinkles his neck to escape. His breathing is noticeably heavier and faster than before. The hands that were resting calmly on my waist start to squeeze gently, instinctively.
I admit I can be patient with everything except this. Time and experience have piled up. From the first time, when I was still hesitant and cautious, following the lead of someone as experienced as Phii Alan, now I’m confident enough to take the lead myself. And after leading a few times, I increasingly feel that Phii Alan’s pace is just too slow for me.
Even though I know it’s steadier and more romantic, sometimes I don’t want that much romance from him. I want sex that’s raw and thrilling, touch driven by pure, unfiltered instinct, aimed straight at satisfying a single craving. It makes me feel like an empty vessel desperate to be filled.
“Slow down…” I know he’s going to say this. Phii Alan warns as I try to slip my hand past the waistband of his pants toward my favorite spot. But the desire makes me deaf and dizzy, so I ignore his warning, teasing his ear with my tongue while my hand invades the forbidden territory—for others, that is. For me, it’s like my personal amusement park.
“Here? In broad daylight?”
“This is our house,” I whisper back. My hand has now reached the innermost layer of his defenses. The heat radiates through my palm, making me flush with warmth. Seeing him like this makes me want to tease the composed guy even more. His mouth tells me to slow down, but he’s already this aroused just from some ear play. Does he think he’s some anime protagonist, always acting like his words don’t match his heart? “What’s there to be afraid of?”
“As if they’re that well-mannered.”
The “they” Phii Alan refers to are that gang of racers. Normally, those guys come and go from this house like it’s their own. You could almost call it the second branch of the X-Hunters’ garage. On any given day, they’ll park their cars out front and stroll in to raid the kitchen. Some days, they just lounge around, sprawling in the living room because they’ve got nowhere else to go.
The security system doesn’t seem all that secure since half the world knows the entry code. So it’s not strange that the homeowner might worry about uninvited guests barging in at a moment like this. I just don’t care.
“Let’s try something exciting,” I say, shifting to sit on Phii Alan’s lap. The more nervous he looks, the more thrilled I get. Deep down, I’m a little scared too that someone might catch us in this compromising situation, but the line between fear and fun is razor-thin. “This should cure the boredom.”
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