Pitbabe S2, Chapter 31 pg 4
Pitbabe S2, Chapter 31 pg 4
He looks up at me, his eyes faintly rippling with worry. But even so, I can see the spark igniting. It’s not a blazing fire yet, but my moves are working. He parts his lips and leans toward me. I place a hand on his shoulder to stop him from advancing without permission, pushing the skilled captain back against the sofa. Then I lean in, my face so close our noses almost touch, our lips just centimeters apart. But I’ve decided it won’t be just our noses brushing like we’re used to.
Instead of pressing my lips to his, I send my tongue out to greet him, lightly touching his lower lip before slowly invading his mouth until our tongues meet. I feel a slight jolt, like a spark of electricity, when he responds. Right now, it’s like I’m not myself, and Phii Alan isn’t the Phii Alan I know. We’re both new versions of ourselves we never imagined we’d become, inside a house that’s quietly transforming, both silent and terrifying.
Phii Alan took only a split second after pulling away from our kiss to strip off my shirt. My old t-shirt was yanked over my head and tossed carelessly to the floor. My shorts were his next target, but since I was straddling him, getting them off was tricky. So, the usually cautious man momentarily cast aside his hesitations. Phii Alan flipped me onto my back, taking his place on top, grabbed the fabric of my shorts, and tugged them down in one swift motion. Within less than a minute, I was completely naked, while he still had every piece of clothing on.
I gazed at the older man as he knelt on the floor. He trailed kisses along my calves and knees. I could feel the care and tenderness in every touch, soon amplified by a surge of heat as his warm tongue glided over my skin—from my feet to my shins, knees, and thighs. The skilled captain left no part neglected, not even the most sensitive spots, tending to them with meticulous care. I, who thought I’d be the one leading at first, was now reduced to gripping his dark hair to channel my emotions. My mouth hung open, but no sound escaped—overwhelmed by a pleasure so intense it lodged in my chest, leaving me speechless.
Phii Alan’s reaction to my arousal was far beyond what I expected. Lately, he’s seemed constantly preoccupied, sometimes frowning absentmindedly even when sitting still. Most importantly, he hasn’t been affectionate with me for a while. I was nervous about initiating this, worried he’d reject me, as stress often dampens desire. But with Phii Alan right now, it felt like that theory was flipped on its head.
He was unleashing all his pent-up frustration on me. Every movement was reckless, driven by a wild intensity. He pounded relentlessly, the large sofa creaking and shifting with an annoying screech. Our tiled floor was probably scratched up by now, but that concern wouldn’t cross his mind until the fire raging in his body burned out.
“Mmm…”
The young captain was silent, his mind consumed with an ambitious drive to reach the peak. His large hands gripped my waist tightly. He clenched his teeth, thrusting with unyielding force, each movement growing heavier. I don’t know what sex is like with guys my age—Phii Alan has been my first and only. This race team captain, nearing his forties, the kind-hearted “uncle” everyone calls him, showed no trace of that gentleness now. He was raw and fierce, making my body tremble as if possessed. Even without experience with others, I was certain he outshone plenty of younger guys.
Having an older boyfriend has its perks.
His groan at the climax was the loudest sound I’d heard from him in a week. His strong fist pounded the sofa two or three times, releasing the overwhelming tension that couldn’t fully escape. It’s rare to see the usually calm Phii Alan like this. Even our hottest moments before never saw him lose control and drift away like he did now.
“You okay?” I asked as he buried his face in the crook of my neck, panting heavily, his breath hot. His hands still gripped tightly, as if holding back something, which felt contradictory since we’d just released together moments ago.
“Yeah… give me a sec,” Phii Alan replied, his voice hoarse. I gently rubbed the back of his head, wanting to pull his face to mine for our usual post-love kiss. But this time, I sensed he was avoiding it for some reason.
Just now, when I said I didn’t feel upset about anything, I think I might have to take that back.
“Phii Alan.”
“?”
“I love you.”
Instead of responding immediately like he usually does, Phii Alan paused for a moment before pulling me into a hug and then letting go. He looked at me, offering a faint smile and a soft chuckle.
“I’ve known that for a long time, kid.”
That was the first moment I was certain something was changing. It wasn’t just work stress or issues with the younger guys. It wasn’t temporary fatigue or boredom. It was something bigger, something I couldn’t quite pinpoint because I’d chosen not to use my abilities on the people I love, no matter the reason. Because of that, all I knew was that there was a force strong enough to make me feel a fear I hadn’t felt in a long time.
CHARLIE:
I got home when the sunlight was almost completely gone. The shiny new car rolled into its small home, parking beside the older one. I locked the car and stood there, admiring my two “sons” with a mix of pride and guilt. I knew better than anyone how much potential they had. They were built for the racetrack, not just regular roads or a garage. Every time I saw my “boys” sitting idle in the garage, I felt like a cruel father keeping them confined at home, knowing they were capable of so much more.
But what could I do? I’d already left the team, and even if I wanted to go back, it’s not like I’d have time to train like the others. Showing up and only half-performing would just be a burden to everyone. My life is tied to other things now. There’s no time for personal desires. If it’s ever going to happen, it’ll have to wait until I’ve achieved my goals, and I can’t even say when that’ll be.
And if I’m still able to drive by then.
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