𝙁𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙞𝙣𝙚
From the moment I stepped into school, Felix wouldn't keep his eyes off me. Likewise. However, glances progressed to touches. They weren't too obvious. They were small touches and grazes which could be mistaken for accidental bumps.
When we sat together in the cafeteria, Felix's knee bumped into mine. He maintained it there for the entire period. Two students took a seat at our table, and he clasped his hand around my thigh. I glanced at him, but his eyes were trained on the tray ahead of him. I could barely eat with Felix's hand squeezing my thigh whenever someone would glance toward us—especially me.
Felix had become possessive in a way. I mean, I'm not complaining. But, it was unforeseen. During classes we didn't attend together, he messaged me. I couldn't concentrate due to the obscenity of the texts. They brought tingles to my stomach, making me squirm in my seat, whenever he would become extremely descriptive.
By the time school was dismissed, Felix sprung to my side, guiding me to his vehicle, and driving us to his house. His hand clenched around my thigh during the entire car ride, and I could feel his eyes piercing holes all over my body. He observed me like a predator. It was scary...yet, entrancing.
Felix's mother welcomes us to their home as he ushers me to the basement. I gradually make my way down, and once the light is on, I take a seat on the couch. The area feels more frigid than usual. I'm shivering and chattering my teeth down here. I survey the couch and wonder where the blanket had gone from the previous night I was here. When it's nowhere to be seen, I insert my arms in my shirt from the arm-holes and hug myself tightly while bringing my knees to my chest. I jolt suddenly when I feel a pair of freakishly warm hands on my shoulders.
When I roll my head back, I see Felix rounding the couch to sit beside me. A chuckle erupts from him when he sees my shirt enlarged to cover my trembling figure.
He didn't even bother asking me if I wanted a blanket, he just got straight to the point of my arrival. Which wasn't exactly what I expected...
. . .
The television switches on, displaying the video game we tend to play together. I'm not even in the mood to play. I assumed Felix had other plans, considering how he was behaving the entire day with me. Was I being led on for nothing?
He hands me the controller, and I return him with a side glare. He merely smirks and begins the game. I'm not as thrilled to be playing against him as I usually am. All I am is bored and cold.
What I want right now is to feel Felix against me, filling me up with his warmth. But all he wants to do is play with me, and a stupid game. And I beat him numerous times without the intention to. I can't help it. I'm just a natural-born winner.
Thirty minutes into the game, Felix's mother calls out to us, informing us that she is going out on a date with her husband.
I briefly glance in Felix's direction, noticing a slight change in his expression. I don't consider that as we continue where we left off.
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I lost count of the number of times I beat Felix. It's become a routine as we continue to start the game, over and over, and me winning innumerable times. I grow groggy and laugh whenever Felix grunts under his breath when he falls below health. I can feel his eyes on me as I giggle while smashing various buttons.
I notice how his health is almost drained, so I begin claiming my soon-to-be millionth victory of the night. Right when I am about to press the button necessary to conclude the current match, my controller slips out of my hands. It lies between my two legs. One that is suddenly tipped over; still bent from the knee down. The sudden brisk motion causes me to become more conscious of my surroundings. The television screen comes into focus and Felix's gleaming eyes.
I swallow and choke in the process when Felix's palm rests on top of my shorts; instantly throbbing under his grasp. A rumble comes from his throat when I look up to face him. His eyes are no longer on mine. They are trained on the television, while his hand tugs on the waistband of my denim shorts. I shimmy out of my shorts, set them to my left, and pick up the controller when Felix taps his index finger on it.
Once the game unpauses, my core comes in contact with the frigid air. My stomach tightens as he begins caressing me with two rough fingers, causing me to suck in a sharp breath.
I glance toward Felix, who is merely focusing on the game, leaving me helpless. I attempt to press a button on the controller, but I stop when there's a sudden pressure inside of me. I shudder at the shock wave of pleasure that erupts from the sudden action, making me throw my head back and let out a small moan.
I clench my teeth as he draws out and begins fondling my clit at a rather slow pace and I take the opportunity to diminish Felix's health until the bar is red. He accelerates his speed significantly.
My breath is caught in my throat as he slips the same digits inside of me, this time more violently. I throw my head back and gawk at the ceiling while his fingers pump faster; my mouth producing muddled moans varying in volume. Thankfully, his parents aren't home to witness how much of a slut I am becoming for their son.
Suddenly, the thought of Felix pleasuring me merely for a free victory, sparks a sense of tenacity inside me, causing me to snap my head back toward the screen. Despite the immense hedonism I am receiving, I carry my way through the battle occurring ahead of me.
Felix's health is low and is defending himself fairly well, making me use more strategy than anything. I glance toward my health bar and notice how low my health has become as well. It's even lower than Felix's.
I straighten my posture, attempting to forgo the hand that is stimulating me right now. My thumb crosses a few buttons to finally conclude the match once and for all, but Felix has to go ruin my winning streak by thrusting his fingers at my weak spot. A large wave of pleasure courses my body as he does that. It drives me over the edge, making my eyes and hips roll while I release all over his hand. He continues rubbing me as the screen switches to my first fatality in months.
I slouch. My eyes are drenched in tears because of the overstimulation. I wrap my hand around his wrist, leading him to stop. He withdraws his hand and places it on his thigh as he spreads his legs.
"I win...you know what that means," Felix sing-songs. I whip my head toward him in dissatisfaction.
"I'm not in the mood to tickle you right now, Felix."
"Yeah, I'm not in the mood for tickling either. I'd rather have something else."
"Something else?" I say while sliding my panties over my exposed thighs. "Like what?"
The corner of his mouth curls into a smirk, sparking curiosity inside of me. He slumps back on the couch, spreads his legs out further, and taps the ends of his fingers against the waistband of his sweatpants.
I arch a brow, halt the process of running a hand through my hair, and lower it to my lap. His head falls forward slightly, side-eyeing me as my eyes fall onto his lap. That's when I noticed the bulge in his pants. It's quite visible considering what he is wearing. I have no idea how I bypassed it earlier.
A familiar feeling bubbles in my stomach as I lock eyes with Felix. I have a vivid idea of what he has in mind, and thankfully, I am in the mood to fulfill his desire.
"Well, since you won, you deserve it." I twist my torso, set my hands on the couch, and raise my knees to balance on them as I lean toward Felix's lap.
Running my palm over his crotch, I grip his thigh with my free hand and slip my hand underneath the fabric. He lifts his hips, allowing me to slide his sweats and boxers below his knees. His phallus slaps against his abdomen as soon as the boxers disappear.
I grin and press my lips against it, and gradually make my way toward his tip. I balance on my elbow as I begin inserting the phallus in my mouth, savoring the flesh as it runs across all the borders of my mouth.
I can hear Felix moaning incoherent words as I bounce my head up and down. My hair tangles in between his fingers, making me flutter my eyes closed as his palm rubs against my scalp. The feeling I get when he does that is indescribable. It just feels...good.
He tugs on the roots, making me wince slightly, and I attempt to draw back. However, his hand prevents me from doing so, which forces me to continue sucking him.
My hand, which rests on his thigh, tightens around him as he begins bucking his hips forward. His tip brushes against a particular area in the back of my throat, causing me to choke. Tears prick at the corner of my eyes while he takes brisk thrusts, and tightens his grip around the roots of my hair.
My back arches as he continues fucking my mouth. I lose control and merely clench my eyes shut, attempting to loosen my throat to prevent myself from choking.
I can feel his hand roam my back, and land on my ass, giving it a light squeeze, before smacking it. I flinch, and my eyes remain shut while my hands clench on anything they come across.
His hand slips inside my panties and instantly grazes my clit, stroking the pads of his fingers against it. For the brief moment that I relax, he inserts a finger inside me and swirls it around. I squirm.
I wish to draw back and take in the surrounding air and also relax my sore throat, but I can't when his hand is locking me in place.
Another finger slips inside, causing me to clench all the muscles in my body since I can't verbally express the sensation I am feeling. They move dreadfully slow, and I wish they would proceed faster, but there is no way I can protest against his speed. I am helpless once again.
I begin to feel a warm liquid drizzle down my throat, and I attempt to swallow as much of it as I can before Felix peels me away from him. I gasp for air, and his hand instantly wraps the back of my neck, forcing my head to rest against his thigh as he works his fingers in and out of me.
I whine against his thigh, drooling as he accelerates the speed of his fingers. I grip the couch until my fingers grow sore from the firmness, and my vision blurs as more tears begin pricking from my lower eyelids. The tips of his fingers surpass a bundle of nerves, causing me to let out a loud moan and roll back my eyes. They transcend the area numerous times, which deliver a shock of pleasure toward my pulsating clit.
I roll my head until I can see my panties leaking from my current release. I am out of control over my own body. It frightens me as I continue to climax, over and over again when that certain area inside of me is stimulated.
I can't even produce the words I need Felix to hear the most. I am too overwhelmed, my body even begins shaking from the exceeding amount of pleasure. I desperately want him to stop, but at the same time, I want him to completely ruin me with his fingers. I can't decide which I want the most, and that frustrates me.
Tears pour down my face like a waterfall, and Felix abruptly draws his fingers out of me, wrapping his hands around my face to inspect it.
"Shit, France, I'm sorry. I went overboard again..." Felix says softly, and brings my face toward his chest, running his hands across my back and arms.
He tells me he didn't mean to hurt me, and promises me that he will be back with something before exiting the basement.
All the strength in my body is lost, and I flop onto the couch. My eyelids feel heavy and all I can utilize my strength for is to close them; everything fading into darkness.
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"Francine?" I open my eyes and blink twice to adjust to the bright light above me. I survey my surroundings and realize we are no longer in the basement. We're in his bedroom.
"Here, drink some water," Felix steps closer to the bed, hands me a glass half-full of water, and takes a seat on the edge of the mattress.
I attempt to sit up, but when I do, I feel an immense amount of pressure on my head and lie back down with Felix's help.
"Don't sit up yet, you should rest." He says while taking the glass from my hand, and placing it between my lips. I lean forward, take a small sip from the cup, and rest my head back on the pillow.
I stare up at the creamy ceiling of his room and take a deep breath as I begin recalling what occurred for me to end up lying on his bed.
"Are you hurting anywhere? Tell me, so I can give you a pill." I try to find a source of pain, but there's nothing. Assured of it, I shake my head at Felix, removing the small bit of worry from his face. I smile and reach toward his wrist. He flinches slightly, which makes me frown momentarily.
"Is something wrong?" I say quietly, examining the tense muscles on his face. "Did something happen?"
Felix grows pale suddenly, placing his hand on the side of my head, and leaning toward me.
"You don't remember what happened?" His eyes are full of anguish as if something terrible happened. Nothing terrible happened, though, right? I remembered everything vividly. In all respects, there was nothing I was leaving out.
"I do, but I don't understand why you're so worried..."
"I could've killed you, Francine. What happened earlier was dangerous. I put you in danger. I lost control and you almost...passed out."
"But, I didn't. I'm fine. It's not that serious, Felix. Don't worry." I place my palm on his cheek, which radiates sudden warmth. His hazel eyes are teary as they stare into mine. "You don't have to be so anxious about the outcome of it all. You did nothing wrong, nothing to hurt me. I wasn't hurting at all when it happened... I liked it, that's why I didn't tell you to stop at any given time."
"You liked that? How could you like that, if I was going so rough on you?" I rake my fingers through his dark hair, taking as many strands as I can into my hand, relishing the softness of it.
"People have their preferences, and it turns out that I prefer it when you go rough on me," I say with a soft tone.
"Really?" he asks with a glint of hope in his eyes.
"Mhm," I hum in reply, my hand traveling toward his neck and tracing the fringes of his muscles.
He smiles warmly, placing his hand on top of mine, and squeezing it lightly before his eyes go half-lidded.
"Are you hungry?"
☾ Yes, I'm hungryyy 😩 ☽