Chapter 131: I'm Hard

Trina's POV

He was finally heading out the door, so I followed behind until I stopped him because I realized we didn't end up getting that kiss that was necessary. How annoying.

“Wait,” I called out to him and watched him spin back around.

“I'm actually going to need that kiss. No funny business. I really need it for the feed.”

“Sure.” He nodded. I made us do a video pretending to be laughing together and stuff, with him having to leave before the ‘natural’ kiss. It was short and decent enough, just a cute kiss, nothing like the depraved ones that made me let him take off my damn top earlier.

I loved it.

“Good?” He asked. I nodded with a smile as I checked the video. It looked really wholesome, as if it wasn't fake.

“Yes, thank you.

“Anytime. See you later babe.”

Exactly. He's never going to listen to me.

“See you later.” My lips curled up.

I was smiling by that door until he left my line of vision. I suddenly felt empty and lonely again, so I called out to him.

“Giovanni!” He came back, panic written across his face.

“Is something wrong?”

“No,” I lowered my head, ashamed to beg my arch enemy for help, although it was one-sided because he simply refused to agree that we are enemies.

“Can you stay? Until Madeline comes back this evening?”

“Oh. Yes, I'd love to.”

“Thank you.”

He followed me back in and we just hung out on my couch. I started making a new post, just to clear things up basically.

“I'm not one to fight online at all, especially not about a man, but let me set things straight. He is my boyfriend. I just wanted to be private. It's crazy of her to claim my own boyfriend as hers or whatever she was doing. Can't I flirt with my own boyfriend? Exactly.” I made that caption to the video I made with him, of us kissing, acting like a wonderful couple.

I handed him my phone to read.

He nodded his head.

“Sounds good.”

My smile was wide.

Wait. Why the hell was I nervous and bothered about what he thought about it anyway? Whatever. I hit send.

“We look so good together by the way.”

“Thank you.”

“So you're not going to agree?” He cannot be serious.

“To what?”

“That we look good together?”

“Giovanni please.” I rolled my eyes as I started going through the comments of my new post I literally made seconds ago. Not one hate directed towards me.

They were only mad I didn't post his face before. They started going after Aya, calling her unstable and insane.

Serves her right if you ask me. In my eyes, her followers were decreasing. It was too damn exciting, but I had to drop my phone to think, to forget about social media and appreciate my environment because I didn't need all that overwhelming stress right now.

I didn't even realize my eyes were on that asshole, staring at him the whole time, until he called my attention to it.

“Stop looking at me like that, pretty girl. I'm hard.”

“What?”

“Unless you're ready to give me a hand job, look away.”

Gosh.

I pretended to listen, but hearing I got him hard drove me crazy. Besides, I absolutely needed the distraction. I cozied up beside him after forcing him to check out a movie with me, and I started to let my hands wander.

When they reached the zipper of his jeans, he held on to my hands tightly as if trying to stop me.

“If you go further, I will make sure you finish what you've started.”

I stayed silent until he slowly let my hands go, and I pulled down his pants. I'm such a whore for one man, and I think that's okay.

I almost cried when I wrapped my hand around his cock and he groaned. It's been three fucking years. Fuck.

I imagined it in me, I imagined sucking it.

“Give me more. Give me something.”

He was so hard it was insane.

“Stop being a greedy bastard.” I teased, running my hands through his length. I stroked ruthlessly. I did all this while beside him, and he suddenly just dragged me. He made me sit on him, destabilizing my hands. His cock poked my ass.

“Fuck. Maybe just fuck me? I can't handle just a hand job. I'm dying, I swear.”

I heard him literally moan in frustration. I should open my legs for him? That's where the boundaries were at the peak. I will never do such a thing. No way in hell.

“No.”

He groaned again, this time taking deep breaths after, then I saw myself being pushed softly onto the couch. He rose to his feet.

“I was doing fine before you came to seduce me. Fine, maybe I should go.”

I don't think I've seen him this angry or frustrated before. He really stood up, packed up and was really heading out the door.

“Then what will you do?” I asked, going after him, freaking out. I didn't want to be left to my devices and I absolutely didn't want him gone for the first time ever.

“I don't know, there's a couple of women willing. I will have to pick one.” He said as he stood and looked at me. Okay, that stung. I tried to hide my hurt and anger though.

“That's gutter behavior, Giovanni.” My arms were folded. His jeans were packed. The hardness couldn't be ignored.

“Forgive me for thinking through my cock right now. A certain wicked woman made me as hard as a rock and won't help me feel better.”

He called me a wicked woman. I felt amazing.

“Who said she didn't want to help?” I asked, reaching him and pulling down his pants right there. I had him follow me back to the couch and he sat perfectly, dick dangling, and we both literally couldn't believe what the hell was going on as he watched me go down on my knees. I know, it shocked me that much.

“What are you doing?” He eyed me suspiciously. His cock was already glistening with pre cum. I took a swipe and sent it straight into my mouth.

“What does it look like?” I Iatched my hands onto his cock, and I sucked on the tip, fast, hungrily, immediately, it clearly shocked him. I could feel his body jerk, his veins, going haywire, but he tried to stay put.

Fail, he let out a guttural moan, and he was shaking.