♥️T.H.R.E.E♥️
THEME: {Where do I belong??}
✍️Written By Precious Pinky✍️
❣️Episode 87&88❣️
★★★★★
~Mature content warning~
????Gwen’s pov????
“Brenden…” I began but he cut me off by smashing his li-ps against mine almost knocking me off my feet.
I gripped his shirt, partly not to fall, partly because the ki-ss was seriously too de-ep…well, ok, I was de-epening it as well, actually, I, involuntarily or half involuntarily, basked in it, forgetting all about our environment and all of my confusion.
The ki-ss was so fierce, hot, sweet, pa-ssionate, I could feel the bu-tterflies in my stomach, something I’ve never felt before. It’s like diving into an ocean of emotions and I’m too swept up in the current to realize I’m drowning and nothing even matters anymore. Not the fact that I don’t do emotions, not our environment, not the feelings I once felt for his sister, not my worries about who I want to be with between him and his sister or where I actually belong _g-ay or straight?_
Right now what matters was this moment. The ki-ss. These li-ps. This strong body pressed against me and these firm hands finding a way to bring me closer and I know I want so much more of him. I want all of him.
It felt like he was su-cking life out of me because I felt weaker and weaker, and yet i couldn’t pull away, not because he was gripping me tightly, but also because it was too intense, hot and…I couldn’t retain a mo-an against his li-ps and that made him smirk.
His hand roamed down to my as-sand he squee-zed it, which only made me mo-an more…
Slowly he carried me up and I immediately wrapped my legs around his torso never wanting to stop the ki-ss or pull away from him. I wanted him closer and dammit, our closeness right now wasn’t enough for me. I know, I can be insatiable sometimes.
He brou-ght us to a tree and gently lay me down on the ground. I would have been mad at him or something for dropping me on a messy ground like this but right now wasn’t the time for me to start any trouble with him…Right now was the time for me to feel and enjoy every moment so I decided to let it go.
Brenden hovered over me, not breaking the ki-ss even for a moment. I wrapped my legs tighter around his torso, ki-ssing him as ha-rd as he was ki-ssing me. It felt like my hands have a mind of their own as they moved to wrap itself around his neck and my fingers were buried inside his hair. I de-epened the ki-ss, making soft mo-an and gr-unts.
Our tongues were practically wrestling as they fought for dominance. Brenden fingers slowly went under my baggy shirt and cupped my firm br*ast. I mo-an-ed loudly, breaking the ki-ss for a moment as I felt his fingertips going in circular motion over my hardened n*pples.
I couldn’t take the torture anymore, I started grinding myself against his ha-rd bulge but he used his free hand to stop me immediately, breaking off the ki-ss as well.
We were both pan-ting heavily from the ki-ss.
“Why did you stop?” I couldn’t believe I was asking him such stupid question. I mean, I should be thankful he stopped this shit or else I would have done something I would definitely regret by tomorrow but I wasn’t. I felt so sad and mad that he stopped.
He tucked a strand of hair from my face to the back of my ear, pressing a ki-ss on my forehead.
What’s going on? When did Brenden become this sweet and tender?
“I can’t…” He breaths out.
What?
He caressed my cheek softly. “I can’t go any further without your permission, Barbie.” He stated, fanning his minty fresh breath over my face.
I opened my mouth to talk but instead of letting actual words out, I let out a mo-an. Shit, I’ve forgotten about his hand under my shirt. He was currently squeezing my hardened n*pples, making it very difficult for me to think straight.
“You…ki-ss…ki-ssed me…with… without…my per… permission.” I said with shaky voice as I was fighting the mo-an that’s willing to escape my li-ps.
He smirked. “That’s different, Barbie.” He squee-zed my n*pple again and I mo-an-ed softly. “I don’t want to do anything that would push you away from me,” Wait, what’s he talking about? “I really want you so badly. But this isn’t about me,” Okay? Are you going to go straight to the point now or keep beating around the bush? “What do you want, Barbie?”
What do I want?
I don’t know.
I can’t even think straight. His hand was on my br*ast, he was still hovered over me, I could still feel his minty breath over my face,,,And most importantly I’m Fuc-king h*rny! I will die if Brenden decides to leave me like this.
Yes I was still a vi-rgin. And no, I wasn’t waiting for Mr. Right to do the needful and neither was I waiting to give out my flower, which they call it, to my husband on our wedding night
I just never had the time to think about love, relationship or s**.
I was too busy chilling with my guys and caring less about what the world have to offer.
I know I feel something for Alex but…Fuc-k it I can’t take this shit anymore.
“I’m h*rny.”
He raised a brow at me almost smirking. “Are you saying…?”
I mentally gro-an. “Don’t stop, you idiot.” That was all I said to make him continue what he started.
Brenden attacked my neck this time around. He was su-cking, lic-king and ki-ssing every damn spot, which I mo-an-ed to. I tilted my head to grant him more access into savouring my skin.
Before I knew what was going on Brenden already took off my shirt, leaving my chest bare _disadvantage of not always wearing a bra_ He ki-ssed his way down to my br*ast and took in one of my ha-rd n*pple, I mo-an-ed with plea-sure, throwing my head back. As he su-ckled, lic-ked, bite and feast on one of my n*pple, his other hand went down to my other n*pple. I shut my eyes close, mo-aning loudly.
I know I was going to regret this decision of mine by the time everything comes to an end but I don’t care. At least not now.
He sli-pped his hands into my baggy pan-ts and slid his fingers down my we-t entrance. I parted my li-ps and cooed wrapping my legs tighter around him. He pushed his thumb in a circle around my cl*t as he slid his long middle finger into my soft entrance.
I bit my bottom li-p ha-rd and squealed gently my legs shaking at the sudden relief. He thru-sted his finger inside of me, my juices flowing down his fingers the more he slid them in. His other hand kept ma-ssaging my br**st as his li-ps worked on my neck, ki-ssing and biting certain places, my mo-ans and hot breath filling the air.
I took off his shirt needing to feel his bare chest against mine. I ran my hands over his chest, digging my short nails into his skin.
I didn’t know how or when but all I know was, he already took off my baggy pan-ts leaving me completely nak-ed . He pulled away from me to look at me in my most vulnerable form.
I would have scurried away in embarra-ssment if he wasn’t giving me the look of lust and…love? Nahhhh. I think he’s just as h*rny as I am.
Though he confessed his feelings for me but that doesn’t still change anything, okay? I don’t trust Brenden when it comes to relationship or love. He’s only good at breaking and shattering girls heart. I’ve even heard about his stupid rule; Don’t do repeats. I have no absolute expectations from Brenden. Nothing at all.
“I’ve always waited for a day like this to come.” He muttered under his breath, unbuckling his belt.
“Oh really? So you get turned on by me since the day you met me?” I teased, feeling the need to have him inside me.
He smirked. “Actually no.” He lowered himself down. “It’s since the day I saw you nak-ed .”
“You saw me nak-ed ?” Oh, that must be when we were cuffed…dammit! “You pervert.”
He laughed softly bringing his face close to my core.
“Uhm…what are you doing?” I asked confused.
“Calm down, Barbie. I promise not to do anything you don’t want.” He said calmly.
“O…okay?”
“I want to have a taste of you,” With that said, he flic-kered his tongue over my cl** a couple times.
“Oh, Fuc-k!” I moved my hips and pan-ted wanting more, he didn’t give it to me. Instead he teased the soft skin around my sensitive bundle of nerves. I was a mo-aning mess.
I gripped his hair tightly bringing his face closer to my cl** and started riding my hip against his face.
His tongue were doing magic to me. I could feel my cl*max building but being the annoying jerk that he will always be, he pulled his face away, smirking.
“Why…” I began but he cut me off.
“Taste yourself.” He said and started ki-ssing me ha-rd again. I returned back the favor by ki-ssing him har-der , mo-aning against his li-ps.
The ki-ss was rou-ghand sloppy. Our tongues were wrestling against each other as they fought for dominance.
He broke off the ki-ss and went down to my core again. He only teased me more moving his tongue over my cl** and not giving me anything more. He’d sometimes circle his tongue around my dropping we-t entrance tasting my sweet juices. This drove me crazy making me buck my hips up and wrap my legs around his torso begging for more.
“Fuc-k…Brenden please!” Wait, did I just beg? This was so out of my character and nature. Everyone knows that about me. I am the dominant type and not the submissive but here I was letting him take full control over my body and still begging him for more. And guess what, I don’t care.
He then pushed his face de-ep into my legs closing his parted li-ps over my womanhood, he su-cked my cl** moving the length of his tongue over it repeatedly.
I screamed his name from the sudden rush of plea-sure, I rocked my hips gently on his mouth as he moved his tongue and li-ps expertly over my sensitive parts.
My breathes started to get ragged and I’m sure he could tell that I was getting close. He kept thru-sting his tongue dee-per into my core until I finally come.
I gasped and dropped my arched back, pan-ting heavily from the relief of plea-sure.
I looked up at him and saw the corner of a silver package in his mouth as he to-re it open. It was obviously a c**dom but where did that even come from?
“Do you around with a c**dom?” I asked, my breath coming back to normal.
He smirked sli-pping the c**dom on his ha-rd c***. “I’m not ready to be a father, Barbie.”
“True but…,” He cuts me off.
“Shush. I’m Fuc-king ha-rd right now.” He patted my legs widely positioning himself in between my legs. “Ready?” He dropped a soft ki-ss on my forehead.
“Yeah.” I said in a low voice.
I opened my mouth and let out a loud mo-an, digging my short nails into his back as I felt him thru-st into my tight we-t entrance.
I squee-zed my eyes shut from the pain as Brenden kept stretching me out.
“Fuc-k! You’re tight.” He growled as he went stiff half way into my v-part. “You are vi-rgin?” He sounded surprise.
“Don’t be surprise.” I whispered quietly. “Fuc-k!” I gro-aned in pain.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” He asked almost sounding scared now.
I opened my eyes to look at him. “What’s wrong with being a vi-rgin? And why do you look scared?” I was going to pull him out of me but the pain kicked in and I let out a loud gro-an.
Brenden placed his hand on my shoulder, stopping me. “Calm down.” He ki-ssed my forehead again. “Are you sure you want this?”
I really want him so badly. I really do.
I nodded my head calmly, not having the strength to talk.
“Then it’s going to be painful at first but trust me it’s going to fade away.” He rea-ssured me, going dee-per, I bit down on his shoulder, trying to hold in the pain. Brenden didn’t complain or stop me from biting him instead he kept saying soothing words to me taking my mind off the pain.
He was thru-sting in and out of me slowly and just as he had said the pain faded away and turned into plea-sure.
The feeling of him filling up every inch of my womanhood drove me over the edge. I needed this, the plea-sure and pain mixing together in sweet ecstasy throu-ghout my body.
He growled low in my ear and pushed his ha-rd c**k into me sharply. I gasped from both pain and plea-sure, squeezing my eyes shut.
“Oh Fuc-k, I’m so sorry, Barbie.” Brenden quickly apologized, peppering ki-sses on my face and neck in attempt to calm me down.
I let out a de-ep breath. “I didn’t know this shit was this painful.”
Brenden chuckles softly. “This is one pain you can’t fight against, Barbie.” He continued the sweet torture.
My eyes were still shut close. Brenden started ki-ssing me but this time around it wasn’t rou-ghor a sloppy one. It was so gentle, sweet and tender. Our tongues weren’t wrestling but our li-ps were just moving in sync.
Our mo-ans filled the forest.
“Open your eyes, Barbie.” He said into my ears. I didn’t comply. “Come on, open your eyes and look at me.” He said almost pleading.
I slowly opened up my eyes and found his beautiful blue eyes staring de-eply at my gray ones.
He was still thru-sting in and out of me, I was mo-aning in a low voice, enjoying every moment with him.
“You are beautiful.” He said quietly. I didn’t say anything to that…I mean, what was I suppose to say to that? “Have I ever told you that I love your eyes?” I just shook my head no, biting my lower li-p. He smiled. No, not smirk but actual smile. “I’m telling you that now.”
I smirked. “That?”
“Trying to play dumb, are we?” He quirked a brow at me.
“I really…ahh,” I mo-an-ed when I felt him hit my G-shot. “Fuc-k Brenden!”
“I love the sound of that.” He smiled. “mo-an my name again, Barbie.” My hands gripped the leaves around us as he started thru-sting fast-er.
“Oh Fuc-k… Brenden…ahh…” I mo-an-ed and he gro-aned de-eply and se-xily. I stared rotating my hips slowly on his c**k pushing my hips down to meet his thru-st as I finally got use to my walls wrapped around his c**k. “I’m close.” I mo-an-ed out biting my li-p, I looked up at his plea-sure and lust filled face.
“Me too.” He said breathlessly.
It wasn’t long before I felt a tightening in my stomach, like a knot being pulled as tight as possible. My wall tightened around his length causing him to gro-an and slam de-ep inside of me.
I came all over his thick c**k, him doing the same into the c**dom.
Brenden collapsed on me but not completely because I wasn’t feeling heavy or pressured. We were both breathing heavily, his c**k was still buried
inside me.
Brenden ki-ssed me on my forehead again and said, “I really want to go a second round with you.”
“You will be breaking a rule if you do. Remember you don’t do repeats.” I could feel my chest tighten as I said those words.
Yes I have feelings for Brenden and he had also confessed to me about feeling the same way for me _although he doesn’t know about my feelings for him yet and it’s better that way_ but then again, Alex was still very much in the picture. I was still very confuse.
“I don’t see myself keeping to that rules anymore, Barbie.”
Wait, what?
Brenden didn’t only steal my first ki-ss, he took away my v-card.
What have I done???
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????Cleo’s pov????
“Hey,” Lexi made her way towards me. “Are you okay now?”
I raised a brow at her, confused. “What do you mean?”
She shrugged. “You were crying when you left the tent earlier. Is anything the problem?”
I felt so embarra-ssed now.
“I’m fine.”
“Are you sure?” She knitted her brows at me.
I forced a smile to my face as I took a step back. “Is there a reason I shouldn’t be?”
She shrugged. “I don’t know but there should be if…” She clearly her throat. “You also have feelings for Gwendolyn.”
What?
Why will she even think such a thing?
Gwen was like a sister from another me to me and nothing else. There’s no way I will think of a romantic relationship with her.
And besides wasn’t it obvious that the person I love was actually her and not Gwendolyn?
Or wasn’t I making it too obvious?
“I don’t.” I simply answered.
“Are you…” She was interrupted by Gwen who ran past us not even sparing us a single glance. “That was Gwen, right?”
What’s going on?
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????Narrator’s pov????
“Is everything okay?” Veronica asked Elena as she sat down beside the woman.
Elena let out a de-ep breath snatching the bottle of whiskey and taking a large gulp directly from it. “Does everything look okay to you?”
Veronica slowly shook her head. “No. But it was okay for a moment until you left with your husband to have that private discussion. Did he hurt you? Wait, does he not want me for his son?”
Elena glared at Veronica coming up to her feet. “This isn’t about you, okay!?”
Veronica flinched a little over Elena’s outburst. “Are you mad at me or something?”
The woman roll her eyes taking another gulp of her whiskey. “I have other things to be mad about right now, Veronica. You know, just leave.”
“Excuse me?”
“You aren’t deaf, right? Just get out!” She yelled at the top of her voice now.
Veronica eyed Elena from head to toe, grabbing her handbag from the couch. “I should never have come here when my mother asked me to. Besides do you really think I want to marry your son and become your daughter in-law?”
“What do you mean?”
“Everyone knows about your nasty behavior. You are just an annoying rude woman who rejected her son’s pregnant girlfriend! You are cursed, Mrs Elena.” Veronica hissed and walked out the house, leaving Elena in de-ep shock.
“What just happened?” She asked herself in bewilderment.
*****
She sat down at the balcony, she was de-ep in thought.
*don’t forget where you came from. You were once in the gutter before I brou-ght you out and make you who you are.* Her husband’s words rung in her head over and over again.
*You said you hated my mother, right? Well just so you know, you are so much like her. In fact you are worse than her!*
⏮️ FLASHBACK⏮️
“Who is this thing you brou-ght in here, Joe?” The older woman asked, giving Elena a very disgusting look.
Elena hod behind her husband’s back, fiddling her fingers in fear.
“Mom, meet my fiancée, Elena. Babe, my mother.” Joe introduced.
“Go…Good day ma.” Elena stuttered.
Joe mother suddenly burst into laughter, confusing both Joe and Elena.
“Mom…why are you laughing?” Joe asked, hoping silently that his mother wouldn’t do anything stupid.
“This thing you call your fiancée is a total joke. I mean, look at her. She’s a complete embarra-ssment and will bring shame to this household.”
“Mother!”
“What?” She challenged. “How dare you, son? Answer me! How dare you bring this pauper…this church rat in here as your soon to be wife! Don’t you have no shame or better still, don’t you have any single respect for this family. Take a very good look at her….tell me what does this puppet have to offer to this family?”
“I love her mom.”
She laughed shaking her head. “No darling. You don’t love her, you pity her. There’s a different between love and pity.” She looked over at scared Elena now. “And you, are you stupid? Can’t you see the difference between you and my son? Look at yourself and take a look at my son, are you both compatible?”
“Mother!”
“Oh shut up, son! I can’t believe you could actually do a thing like this.”
“Ma…I…” Elena began but the woman angrily cut her off.
“Don’t you dare say a word in my house. This is my house and not that shithole you call a home. You are in my house and you should respect and abide to my rules.” She glared. “You can’t marry my son. I won’t let that happen.”
“You have no choice here, mom.” Joe said entangling his hands with Elena’s.
“What do you mean?” She furrowed her brows.
“She’s pregnant for me. She has my blood growing in her stomach.”
“What!?”
⏭️ FLASHBACK ENDS⏭️
It took them a lot of pleading and persuasion to get her permission but after some few days, she finally accepted saying she won’t let her grandson to be given birth to out of wedlock.
She accepted her in with her unborn baby but she on the other hand,,,she didn’t.
Twenty years and she’s still fighting against their relationship.
She of all people should know how it feels like to be treated like garbage but she was too ignorant and mean to consider other people’s feelings other than hers.
Joe was right after all…she was worse than her mother in-law.
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????Brenden’s pov????
She just left.
She wore her clothes and left just like that.
She didn’t say a word after I said; “I don’t see myself keeping that rules, Barbie.” She just pushed herself from me, wore her clothes and ran away.
I’m confused.
Did I say or do something wrong?
Did I say anything that might have pushed away from me like that?
But I didn’t do anything wrong. Everything I did I made sure I granted permission from her so what’s the problem now?
I was bu-ttoning up my shirt now as I remained under the tree where I had made love to Gwen.
I didn’t Fuc-k her but I made love to her…those are two different words.
There was just something about her… I can’t seem to take her off my mind.
I still can’t believe she let me be the one to take her v-card.
I really do have feelings for Gwendolyn. I thought I only wanted her for s** and maybe the feelings will fade away and now that I already had s** with her I want something more now.
I wasn’t joking when I said I might break that useless rules of mine of not doing repeats because right now, I can’t seem to take my mind off her beautiful face, her beautiful gray eyes or her mo-ans of my name that filled the air.
It’s official… I’m addicted to her. She was like a ha-rd drug when you take it once you won’t be able to let go, you totally become addicted.
I had just finished bu-ttoning my shirt and was about to take a step when someone stood in front of me. It was Lexi’s boyfriend or should I say soon to be ex boyfriend.
“We need to talk, Brenden.” He growled.
I matched his glares. “Thank goodness you are here…because I think we really do have a lot to talk about.”
****To Be Continued****