Playing: 🎶Wildfire by Elijah Woods🎶
                        -More Than Friends-

Xander's POV

She shudders in my grip, our movements becoming sloppy as the sexual tension hikes. My teeth graze her neck, a moan escaping her lips at the contact.

I smirk at her reaction as I continue my onslaught on the sensitive spot, my hard-on brushing between her butt cheeks.

Grunting at the feeling, I clench my lids and reign kisses on the hickey I created, my right palm changing its position from her back to glide down her hip till it meets the bare skin of her thigh.

My fingers trail on the area, teasing her as I grasp her waist and whirl her so we are face to face with each other. I swallow, half in fear and half in excitement as I recognize the female before me.

"Shit! Helena, what are you doing---"

"Shhh." She places a finger on my lips, her left arm, holding my right and bringing it up to her face. She takes a step closer and whispers in my chest. "Kiss me."

"That, is, a command I can't contest," I smirk after going still for a second and yank her body to mine, her boobs brushing my hard chest through the lacy material of her blouse.

She grins wickedly, unknowingly deepening my need for her. My nails move up from her thigh, above the material of her skirt to her top before it rests in her cleavage. I hunch a bit such that our noses are nearly touching before wrapping my hand around her throat and forcing her eyes to meet mine.

"You want this don't you?" I taunt hovering my lips on hers as she stands on her tiptoes aiming to connect them.

"Fuck this," she mutters, appearing to run out of patience as she plops her palm behind my head, in a millisecond we meet in a fiery kiss.

I groan in approval at the touch, my mouth proceeding to press hard on hers, boosting the intensity. Our environment evaporates as I bite her lower lip, eliciting a moan that opens her mouth for me.

My tongue wastes no time in sliding in and clashing with hers, beginning an erotic dance that causes goosebumps to run on my skin. I let my fingers to slip to her bare stomach and climb below the bralette she's donning till they stop at the ridge of her breasts.

"Xander," she gasps as they ascend further to her left nipple where I pinch lightly and knead my thumb on the hardened notch.

"You like that?" I growl in a query as she positions her face on my shoulder for balance. I shift to her right breast and repeat the same action.

"Mmmm," is the only thing she can utter as I flatten my palm on her back, and bend her backward so I can get access to her neck. I latch on it once more, nipping at the soft flesh to the lace covering her boobs and abdomen.

I don't stop there, and rather run my tongue on the visible tip on the material provoked by her erect nipple. Sparing a glance to see her lids closed in ecstasy, I nibble on the hardened nipple, not caring that I'm wetting the cloth blocking me from the real thing as I suck as if my life depends on it.

I forget we are in the middle of the dancefloor as my actions repeat on the one on the right till I feel her shaking in my grip. A confident smile on my face, I stand straight and urge her with my arms to do so, only to sight her legs shaking in want. "Keep calm, I'm not done with you."

She barely responds when I change our stance to how it was previously and clasp her waist so she doesn't fall. I abandon kisses from her neck to her half-exposed back and urge her to lift her ass a tad by giving her a light spank.

She gets the message and I take it as my cue to caress her ass, turning the pain to pleasure and enjoying how it jingles after in my hold.

I hiss and grind my dick on her behind, my hand getting lost in between her skirt to observe she's spotting g-string panties that allow my palm to feel the softness of her butt cheeks.

"We are on the dancefloor, in the middle of a house party, you can't," she speaks up as my fingers squeeze the soft flesh before sliding to her pussy lips.

"Shhh," now it's my turn to shush her as my hand continues to trail upward and drift the satin material hindering me from my target.

"You shouldn't Xander, that's simply--" her words pause when I drive my middle finger into her dripping mound.

"You were saying?" I mock and flick her clit with my thumb, inducing her legs to shake, as they threaten to give up under her weight.

"Oh shit," she mumbles in a gasp the instant I add a second finger and begin to pump in and out. "Fuck."

"I'm gonna make you come," I mutter into her ear and smile as she squeaks, her fingers having a death grip on my left hand to keep her balance as my right heightens its speed.

"This is insane," she rasps as I clutch her tightly, joining my index finger and spreading her further.

"But you love it." I grin, satisfaction reigning on me as I watch her writhe in my arms, silent screams emitting from her lips as I begin the action of rubbing her clit as juices drip on my palm.

"Fuck, yes I do," she submits, and I use my left hand to tug on her braids that have come loose, and appreciate the view of her curvy body from this angle. "I'm gonna come."

"Let lose baby, I've got you," I place a kiss on her cheek while I drill her faster with my fingers. She stills, her muscles clenching around my hand, a second later, her whole body vibrates as her orgasm rakes through her. "That wasn't so bad was it?"

"You are a bad influence," she manages to whisper as she seems to return from her high. "I chose the wrong day to wear heels."

"I don't deny that," I chuckle, as I think of potatoes, praying it'll help calm the little me that's threatening to rip through my jeans. "Also, as I said, I've got you."

"Thank you." She nods as I hook my arm with hers and slowly walk away from the dancefloor filled with adults who are lost in their world, oblivious of the moment we just had in their presence.

"It's fine." I kiss her hair, at the same time wondering what has come over me. I just had a bad day, after catching my so-called girlfriend cheating, I shouldn't be this touchy with someone else, especially someone I think I have feelings for. "I didn't peg you for the partying type."

"I do this once in a while." She shrugs, slowly regaining control of her legs as we approach the bar.

"What will you have?" I inquire, glad the music has changed to a slow and quiet one.

"A Margarita." She beams, climbing on one of the high stools.

"You heard the lady," I say to the same bartender that attended to me earlier. "A Margarita for her, and whisky for me."

"Xander," she calls, coming off as nervous. I turn to offer an encouraging smile, hoping she goes on to say what she has in mind. "I apologize for giving you the cold shoulder these past two weeks."

"It's fine, I'm not angry," I voice, brushing a few braids of hair behind her ear. "Though, you can make it up to me by a simple gesture."

"What simple gesture?" She asks, snatching the glass from the counter and taking a sip.

"As simple as giving me your number," I wink, grabbing mine and swallowing a huge gulp.

"That is all?" She inquires, lifting a brow.

"Yep, that's all I ask," I affirm.

"Okay, pass me your phone," she settles the tumbler and opens her palm.

"Wow, you agreed," I laugh in shock, fishing out the device and setting it in her outstretched hand.

"It's the least I can do," she wiggles her brows. "For making me have my best orgasm yet, even though it was in the middle of sweaty and drunk adults."

"I should have done this sooner then," I smirk, eying her exposed thighs.

"You should have," she asserts and returns the phone to me which I pocket. "Let's make a toast then."

"To what?" I implore, raising my glass.

"To newfound friendship," she announces, clicking her glass to mine.

"Friends don't give each other orgasms," I counter.

"To more than friends then," she winks, tipping her glass.

Read at your own risk: Hi, your author here, I know this comes up as inappropriate but I promised God I'll do this, so here I am.
Last night, while I was making announcements about this book, I wasn't okay, I was restless and bothered.
For the past days, my stool has been hard, yesterday, I tried to poo but all I could see was blood.
I was scared, I was in pain, I didn't want an operation hence I knew that's what it would resort to if it becomes what I think it to be.
Mom who is a medical practitioner came home and I don't know how I kept myself from crying as I relayed the message to her. I was so scared because I knew the pain she went through when hers began and even after the surgery. She assured me it'll be alright, gave me some drugs to help ease me. I took them, rather the fear remained, in a few hours I went to the loo, and my fear increased as the pain was still present and blood trickled.

Prayer became my only thought, I called to God and pleaded with Him. I also promised I'll do something like this if He makes me whole again.
This morning, I felt the urge but was worried about seeing blood once again. Somehow I gathered the courage, went to the toilet seat and began the struggle.
It was indeed a struggle but it felt easier, there was only clotted blood, there wasn't pain.
Like a joke, I let it all out, now I feel relieved and so thankful. I had to keep my promise to the King of Kings. God is awesome.

PS: Sorry my note turned out long.
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