R18. Graphic and long. Minors KEEP OUT.

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part 1

Milly's already pulling him down for a kiss at the first second after he answers the door.

Hands locking in his hair, she tugs at his strands lightly as she pushes him back inside the suite, the distant thud of the door resounding in the silence as it shuts behind them.

Her actions are explosive, needy. Almost punitive, and he groans when her teeth scrapes his lower lip.

Kai answers her urgency by grabbing her face with both hands, and the weeks of pent-up frustrations between them manifest in the way they consume each other, tongues fiery and hot against each other.

Kai groans and breaks off the kiss when she lightly takes his lower lip between her teeth in a soft bite. He gives her a bewildered look, looking both aroused and incredulous, as he takes in her face with dark hunger.

"Let me explain fi-"

She cuts him off with another kiss, and she pushes him further into the room until they reach the living room and he's stumbling back onto the couch.

She straddles his lap and tugs at his hair again, and Kai groans in her mouth. "Milly..."

She ignores his complaint, and with a tug, smoothly pulls his shirt over his head, discarding it on the floor.

His rock hard muscles greet her, ripped and carved perfectly in his toned body, and her hands swim.

Touching every cut she can find.

Kai stills her wrists and catches her gaze.

"Let's talk first."

She shakes his hold off of her. "No, I told you I'm the only one who can talk tonight," she says and then her mouth's on his neck, running a tongue over the sensitive spot above his pulse.

She's a woman on a mission right now, and he's not allowed to talk her out of it with that stupid, bedroom voice.

She's upset. She's frustrated. And she's not being fair right now but nothing is making sense to her anymore since she realized she's jealous of a girl for the first time.

When Spiro pointed out that fact, she bristled because why would she?

But every time that video flashed in her head, and she remembered the way he looked at his friend with the same eyes he looks at her with, a hot coil of indignation burns in her chest.

How could he be doing fine after cutting her down like that? After what she told him last time, that they can do more than this, that they can be friends?

Her temper flares again, and Milly nibbles his lobe, tugging at it lightly with her lips.

With her hips, she grinds against his crotch, and she can feel his breathing accelerating.

"Milly... Let's talk first..." His hands shoot up to her hips to anchor her down, but she pushes him away.

His face flickers in confusion, but the traces of his lust are plain as day on his face at the way his eyes are stealing glances at her lips.

"You can't touch me," she says, and her tone comes out soft despite her intent to warn. "That's your punishment and apology. Try touching me, and I'll be out of the door before you know it."

A frustrated frown etches on his face. "We should talk first before we do this."

"You have a choice. You listen to me or I'm leaving."

Kai lets out a long, shaky sigh of frustration and concedes. He doesn't fight back when Milly reaches for his hands and plants them on the arm rests.

"Keep your hands there until I tell you otherwise."

His eyes flash with exasperation, but the rapid rise of his chest, and the huge bulge below her, tells her that he's equally intrigued and aroused by what she's doing.

Milly smoothens her palms across his shoulder blades before she continues her ministrations. A brush of her lips at the hollow on his throat, hands roaming across his chest all the way to his pelvis, reaching a little too close for comfort to his huge hard on but never getting there.

His body vibrates with the force he's restraining himself, and his eyes are blazing wildly against hers when she takes a peek at his face. He knows what she's doing, what she intends to do.

"No touch," she mouths to set him off before she steps away from his lap.

Working down, she spreads his knees and kneels in front of him, between his thighs, her mouth leaving wet kisses down his chest to his stomach, all the way down to his lower abdomen.

But never getting there.

She looks up as she unbuckles his belt.

He's not caving in. Dark hunger swims in his eyes, and a shadow of anticipation is sharpening his features.

He's fighting it off, but telltale signs of his struggles are evident. A sheen of sweat have formed on his forehead, glistening his skin, and his biceps are flexing tight with the force he grips the arm rests with like he can brace himself if he does that.

So he's going to endure it.

Fine with her. She can see how long he'll last.

His belt's gone in a second, and she unzips his trousers and lets him loose to help him a little, making sure her knuckles graze his arousal just a tad bit.

He's definitely rock hard now, and his ache is visible to her this close, but she's not done with him yet.

She plants another kiss on his lower abdomen, avoiding him there on purpose, before she climbs on top of him again.

Kai hisses, narrowing his eyes at her, but says nothing else.

It's an advantage that she's wearing a high waist long skirt right now. Makes things easier for her.

Milly hikes her skirts up, and his focus immediately diverts to the exposed thighs planted on either side of his lap.

When her hand reaches between her legs, Kai turns back to her in surprise, now realizing what she really intends to do.

She positions herself above his arousal, making sure he feels her, before she slides the fabric of her underwear to the side and slips a finger to find her clit.

"What do you think you're doing?"

"Checking how you'll make good with your apology. Remember, no touch," she says, and then she's rubbing herself.

His arousal hardens even more against her, and his eyes shut in pain when she starts moaning.

"Open your eyes. Look at me."

At her voice, his eyes snap open.

"This is how you want to test me?" he asks, getting slightly angry, breathing becoming more rapid.

"Yeah. Is this too cruel for you?"

"No. Do what you want."

Milly can't tell if he's being arrogant, confident, or sincere to her, or all three. Even in sex, he can be very complex.

She flushes her body with his and intentionally locks his gaze with hers as she slips a finger inside her, her own breathing speeding up at the ripples of electricity bolting through her body.

His jaw is clenched, and more sweat covers his neck. But he never once looked away, that hard stubborn concentration she expects from him still not failing him.

The eye-to-eye contact as she slips two fingers inside makes her blood burn hotter. Her mouth parts with her silent moans, coming out as gusts of air.

"Milly..."

"Shh."

She breaks the eye contact and presses herself harder against his, intentionally moaning close to his ear. She's panting, and so is he.

"This is really how you're going to punish me?"

She doesn't answer because she's close.

"You really know how to drive me up the wall."

Hearing his voice thick with his lust tips her over and brings her to the zenith, and she's spasming above him in no time.

When she looks back at him again, a dark flame has shadowed his face. He's sweating so hard, he's breathing so hard, but he's still not breaking.

She reaches down, and his eyes shut again when her palm closes around his member. He hisses in agony and anticipation.

"How long are you going to do this to me?"

"Until I've forgotten how pissed I am at your video."

"What video?"

She runs her hand up and down his shaft, and he groans when she tightens her hold.

"Don't play dumb with me."

She positions him at her entrance, and with a measured glide, takes him in real slow. Bouncing up and down in an agonizingly slow rhythm that has him grinding his teeth.

Now, the confidence has fallen off and he looks completely tortured. Still, he doesn't break composure.

Milly continues her pace, observing the flash of different emotions on his face. He's not used to this - not used to losing his control, and it shows.

"Why are you putting up with this, Kai? Just ask me to stop and take control again."

"You want this, don't you?"

"Yeah."

"Then do what you want."

Gods.

He's so stubborn.

And shockingly cooperative that he's throwing her off-kilter.

"You're in pain."

"I haven't seen you in weeks. You've been busy. And I've been waiting for you. For weeks. Did you really think I'd be without difficulties?"

"Then why didn't you call me over? I would've helped you pa rin kahit na may issues tayo."

"You know my answer to that."

'Di ka parausan.

The reminder of that text makes her chest flutter, and she speeds up to satisfy him a little.

He feels so good inside her like this that she's soon forgetting why she's fucking him like this in the first place. Losing herself in the tingles of pleasure, she bites her lips and closes her eyes, eager to reach that place again.

Kai's breaths are coming out even sharper that she opens her eyes to check on him.

Eyes now closed. Brows drawn forward. Hands fisted at his sides. Knuckles now growing deathly white from the lack of circulation.

He's struggling.

"Why don't you just touch me now?"

"You're going to leave."

"That's why you're putting up with this? Because you don't want me to leave?"

He opens his eyes to look at her. "Yes. I want to talk. We need to talk."

So it wasn't arrogance or confidence after all.

He was being sincere. He really was giving in to what she wanted.

Milly softens, and her heart stutters in her chest.

"Kai..." She traces his cheek with a thumb. "If you're going to be like this," she says softly, "then why did you cut me down like that in the first place? If you're gonna regret it so much, why did you say it at all?"

He leans his forehead against hers, breath still heated and coming out fast against her lips. "I'm sorry. I didn't think it through. It was never my intention to offend you."

"That's how you hurt someone, by saying things you don't mean. That's why we need to think before we let our emotions rule us." She leans down and presses a placating kiss to his mouth. Her hands run across his neck, down to his shoulders, in a soothing motion to ease down the knots of pressure that started in his muscles from curling his hands into fists for too long. Because of her.

Because of her silly, petty payback.

"Did you really wait for me that night?"

"Oo."

"Why?"

"I needed to see you."

Her heart squeezes even more. She presses a kiss to the side of his lips and glides her hands across his arms until she reaches his fists. Softly, she unclenches his fingers, kissing his palms as a silent apology.

Kai's watching her with an unfathomable expression on his face.

She places his arms around her hips. "Go ahead. You can touch me now. I forgive you."

Like a trigger to a gun, her consent snaps him out, and then he's grabbing her face for a hungry, bruising kiss like he's unleashing all the built-up frustrations he has in one go. It's all heat, all urgency, all primal now that she lets him loose.

His hands fly up to her blouse, and with one strong tug, rips it in half.

"Kai!" she exclaims in surprise, laughing, but he swallows her complaints with his mouth.

His hands are roaming everywhere, mapping the expanse of her skin like he's been starved. Another beat later, and her brassiere's on the floor, followed by her skirt, completely exposing her to him.

His mouth drops to her breast as he lifts her up and slides her down in his member. The pleasure shoots through her in a form of a soundless gasp. She takes the cue and starts riding him again.

"Why don't we revisit the arrangement? Set boundaries again, so this won't happen anymore. I'll refrain from asking personal questions to avoid stepping on your privacy."

"Ayoko."

Sharp pain lances through her when he gently pinches her nipple, followed by another hot rush of dizzying pleasure when his tongue soon follows.

"You're the one who wanted it."

"I was stupid."

He moves to the other breast, sucking her hard peak, while he palms the one the left with deft, insistent touch.

"It was a loaded statement though," she says through her moans. "Where did it come from?"

Kai halts.

She waits for him expectantly.

"I was jealous."

Her heart thunders. She didn't expect him to admit that so casually. "Kanino?"

"Your Ollie and your Spiro," he says almost in a scowling tone.

"But you know they're my friends."

"Alam ko. Pero 'di gano'n kadali."

"Is this too hard for you ba talaga? My rules? Our set-up? Do you want to stop na lang?"

Kai answers her by squeezing her waist. "No. I'll manage my expectations next time."

She buries her face in the crook of his neck, feeling relieved at his answer.

"Good, 'cause I don't wanna stop din kahit ginagalit mo 'ko. I still want you and I'm still not over you too."

Riding him like this feels unbelievably good that her second orgasm is dangling into her view again. So close, but still out of reach.

She speeds up her pace to chase after it, but Kai halts her urgent movement and gets her off his lap. Before she can complain about being interrupted, he turns her around and steps behind her.

He undresses in a blur of motion, and then he's pressing her chest to the back of the couch, penetrating her with a long hard thrust that a whimper escapes out of her lips.

"Let me," he says and white hot desire pools in her stomach when he starts slamming into her over and over.

"You got tattooed," she hears him say. "Henna."

A finger traces the shape of the rose vine along her spine, sending goosebumps crawling all over her skin.

She's getting close...

But he slides out of her, aborting her peak again.

She trembles when she feels his mouth on her spine, planting kisses along the trail of her tattoo. And then he's entering her again without warning. Deeper than the first time.

She lets out another gasp.

His left hand moves away from her breast and bunches her hair in his fist. She's anticipating the pain that will come if he pulls at it, but he gathers it into a bun behind her head, gentle as ever, as his other hand moves from her waist to the back of the chair to access more of her.

His thrusts are long, hard, so fast that she's climbing up again in no time.

When he stops for the third time, she curses.

"Gumaganti ka ba?"

"Not yet," he answers roughly. "You had me wait for weeks. You can't come again just yet."

"Ikaw pa talaga may gana magtampo?" she says, amused.

"Tell me this doesn't feel good and I'll stop."

She doesn't. Because it does feel good being driven to the edge like that.

He enters her again, inch by inch, until she's brimming with his entire length. Then he begins his torturous pace. Getting quicker and harder that she's reaching the precipice again.

"If you stop one more time... I swear I'm gonna lose it. And then you'll have another problem to fix."

He chuckles.

"After what you did to me earlier, I don't think this can even compare. Ask me, Milly," he whispers from behind, his breath fanning her shoulder. "Ask me to make you come."

"I'm not gonna beg you."

"I want to hear you ask me," he says. "You're the one who started this, but you're also the first to shut me out just like that. I was going crazy chasing after you. Tell me you still want this."

She smirks. "Make me come and I'll tell you."

He nibbles the skin on the curve of her neck and then his speed picks up until she's climaxing hard on him.

Her body sags in the haze of her orgasm but Kai turns her around and pins her to the couch, pounding against her so hard still that she's gasping with every thrust until he spills onto her stomach.

"Not so gentle now, are you?" she manages to say, chuckling.

Kai only grunts in response.

He pulls out of her and stays on top of her for what feels like forever as they hit the crescendo and climb down from the post-coital bliss.

"Do you feel better now?" she asks, and Kai responds by taking her into his arms.

part 2

"Are you sore?" he asks moments later when their heart beats have slowed down.

"I'm okay."

"Sensitive?"

"Yes. Do you wanna continue?"

"Let's go to the shower."

He wraps her legs around his waist and carries her up all the way to the bath room.

"Shower play, really?" she asks, half amused, half excited.

"That'll give you plenty of time to cool down. Get into the tub."

He gently lays her down on the tub before he goes out. When he returns, lukewarm water has filled the tub halfway, and he's holding a bottle of lube in one hand. He places it on the floor and makes way to her.

Milly scoots over to give him space, and he joins and sits behind her, his thighs framing her slim body in between.

She relaxes and leans against his chest.

"You mentioned you had issues with your mom. What happened?"

"I don't really want to talk about her while we're doing this, Milly," he says with a chuckle. "I'll tell you next time."

She laughs too. "Right, sorry."

A content sigh escapes from her throat when he begins massaging her breasts in warm, cozying circles.

"Does this feel good?" he asks, and she moans her confirmation. "About what you said earlier... That video. What were you talking about?"

"That video you posted," she answers, remembering her irritation again. "Seriously. How can you have fun with others like that after you blew me off?"

"When did I post a video? When did I have fun?"

His hand moves down to her flat stomach in gentle caresses, going further down.

"On Instagram. You were partying with your friends. I saw you. Your friend posted it."

He grazes dangerously close to her clit before his fingers move back up to her stomach and then to her breasts again.

While his mouth is on the side of her neck, peppering soft kisses in different sensitive spots starting from the skin under her ear all the way down to her shoulder blade.

He's touching her everywhere but there. Careful not to overstimulate her already sensitive clit, yet the anticipation is threading through her nerves, lighting her up on fire again.

"They were partying. I was seething," Kai answers. "I didn't even stay there for long. And I didn't know about that video."

"Really."

Kai turns to sneak a glance at her expression. "Tell me what that means."

"Hm?"

"That tone. And that look. What are you thinking?"

She waves him off with a light shake of her head. "It's nothing."

His hands pause as he waits for her, gauging her reaction. "It's not nothing. Tell me."

She's not ready to tell, so she distracts him by nuzzling his cheek as her hand runs across his thighs.

"Are you still sensitive?"

"Just a bit."

His fingers trail down and ghost over her clit.

"Does this still hurt?"

"No, but be gentle na lang, please. I'm still overstimulated."

He lathers lube on his palm and reaches for her slit, making light strokes. Still careful not to touch her directly there. Sparks of pleasure comes alive from his soft touch, and she moans.

Gods. His attentive touch is sending her through the roof again.

She relaxes further against his chest and shuts her eyes, letting the sensations wash over her.

"Kai, you probably don't need to know this. But did you know you made me break a rule?"

"What rule?"

"Quite a lot, now that I think about it. I blew off Ollie and Spiro to get here."

"You've been with them a lot lately. 'Di pa ba sapat 'yon?"

"But that doesn't change the fact that I blew them off pa rin," she says. "That should tell you the answer to your question earlier. That I do want you, still."

"If that's the case, why don't we become exclusive now, Milly? Why don't you just try settling down with me?"

His question strikes a chord in her, and her breath lurches, but that's a topic she's not ready to broach so soon.

Not yet.

So she lets the silence fill in, and when she finally cools down few minutes later, she turns and grips the edges of the tub, leaning over for another soft kiss to compensate for her lack of satisfying answer.

She applies the lube on his shaft herself, and then she's taking him again. She's had her release twice now.

She wants to give as much as she's taking.

As she eases into the position, Kai halts her, "Are you sure you can take one more?"

"I'm fine now. We can have one more."

"Then let's get out. This is nice, but I don't wanna risk drying you out here."

"Wait. Wag muna."

She wraps her arms around his neck and she leans down to pull him in another lazy, languorous kiss. Soft, sensual, and intimate that she's getting so turned on again.

She likes kissing him like this as much as she likes their hot make-out sessions, she realizes. She finds that she gets aroused faster this way than if they're engaged in a battle for dominance which they often do when they go rough on each other. It's a wild discovery, yet oddly fascinating.

She makes a few more thrusts before she gets off of him. Her knees are still weak, and Kai guides her out of the tub by hooking an arm around her waist. His strong arm easily pulls her out and lands her back on the floor.

With a flick, the shower head turns on, falling down over the two of them.

She's about to ask how he wants to take her standing up but he's already carrying her up against the wall, burying himself so deep inside her that she loses her breath in a surprised gasp.

Heat rekindles in her body, and the impassioned rhythm between their bodies start once more.

When they come again, she's already a boneless heap in his arms, and he's supporting her weight with his strong grip.

Their labored breaths are mixing with the sounds of the shower, and she stills, dimly acknowledging how much she loves hearing him like that.

Panting in pleasure over her, fully sated and content, knowing it's her that he reached that climax with.

She's almost pissed at the thought that she can lose that to someone else. But she can't.

She can't.

As Kai places her back down on her feet, he leans his forehead against hers.

"I care about you, Milly. Maybe a little bit too much than I'm supposed to," he admits in a low, rough voice. "That's why I don't know how to handle sharing you. You make me quite jealous of your friends."

Milly cups his cheek, still breathing in small pants. That makes the two of us.

But she can't tell him that either.

His lips are so close to hers that she can kiss him again if she wants. "We're not just fuck buddies. It doesn't sit well with me that you call us that."

She makes a little laugh. "That hit you, huh. Ikaw, e. You were treating me like one."

"Fuck buddies don't get jealous."

"No," she says a little too quickly. "No, they don't. They don't break rules either." She meets his gaze, deep, searching, and intent against hers. "But I still want you and you still want this. Exclusivity talk aside, can we just continue as we are?"

The soft, sweet kiss he presses to her mouth answers her question. They can.

But for how long?