11.I don't feel love for you

11.I don't feel love for you

CELESTE

His body pressed against mine, I felt fragile and shaky, but still so light and warm, his chest pressed against mine, his hot breath mixing with mine as he brushed his nose against mine, the intensity becoming unbearable between the two of us like I remembered him so much when we were together, even though so many years had passed, the attraction seemed to have not faded, I could feel the hardness of his zipper hitting my navel.

Would it be possible that my body still remembered it after so many years and that's why it reacted that way to it or was it just a fever of the moment?

"Hello." I whispered with heavy breathing and a slight mocking smile.

He was moving away from me, he was avoiding me, and he seemed furious just to be close to me and share the same air, but here he was, pressing me against the wall while his breathing was a mess.

"You're very high." He whispered with his jaw clenched but his voice was completely hoarse.

I bit my lips and met his gaze, his gray eyes slightly darkened.

"And hot too." I whispered, running a hand over his chest, feeling him shudder slightly.

I liked having this kind of control over him.

"What do you want, Celeste?" He asked.

I raised an eyebrow noticing how his gaze deepened into mine, my heart was beating at a thousand per hour needing to have him closer without any of these clothes, my cloudy brain just wanting to be satisfied as before with his body that knew where to touch me.

Later I would think that he was an idiot.

"I'm not looking for anything," I lied, biting my lips, he fixed his gaze on them. Unlike you I suppose, Agent Smith, you seem to want to fight with your love for me.

At my mockery he looked at me again, contracting his expression with forced displeasure.

"I have no love for you," he replied.

"Uhm," I murmured, "so what is this?"

I boldly lowered my hand to his crotch to touch it on top of the fabric of his zipper, feeling it hard and bulging, my gaze fixed on his, noticing how his breathing began to stir because of that simple gesture.

He pressed his lips together with a gasp and whispered, looking into my eyes:

"Hate."

"Hate?" I repeated with mockery, "Does it excite you to hate me?"

I started running my hand up and down; caressing him knowing that he was crying out to be released.

"Don't tempt me," he replied through his teeth, "stop seducing me, Celeste, or this will end badly."

He seemed angry, yet he didn't move from my cheeky touch.

"I'm not seducing you," I replied mockingly, "I only see that we have 3 problems and a solution, 1 the murderer, 2 my fever and 3 your erection."

He fixed his gaze on mine.

"What is the solution?" He asked with a hoarse voice.

I bit my lips and replied:

"Venting frustration while showing me how much you hate me."

The image of us entering my room began to appear in my head as I imagined the wild way in which we would take off our clothes and how he would fuck me until my mind and reason became cloudy. I didn't want to think, I just wanted to feel and put an end to the desire I had left in the kitchen.

"Do you want me to show you how much I hate you?" He asked with irony in his voice, staring at me.

"Take it all out on me," I asked, "take it all out on me."

He looked at me for a few seconds and asked:

"Who are you? Where is Celeste?"

I laughed a little and moved closer so I brushed my mouth against his.

"I'm the drugged and horny version of Celeste."

He seemed to want to shorten the short distance that separated us to devour my mouth, however he remained still, his arms trembling, his forehead with a thin layer of heat as if the fact of resisting was beginning to torture him.

"I better go." He said, separating his hips from the cheeky touch of my hand.

"Come," I said, taking him by his shoulders, "let's forget for today that we hate each other."

He squeezed his eyes as he really hated to resist when he was offering me to him on a silver platter.

"No, you're high," he replied, "and you don't know what you're doing."

"I'm drugged," I stated, "but I know very well what I'm doing, we can use each other, tomorrow we'll regret it."

I raised my hands to his zipper and began to undo his pants, however with the last drop of sanity that crossed his head, he looked at me, grabbing my wrists, he let out a grunt and walking away, he went to his room, locking himself in the door, leaving me there. in the room with heavy breathing and hotter than ever.

Damned.

I went into my room trying to get some sleep to see if the effect of the drug would wear off, I really thought it would only last a few minutes, but it felt like an eternity had passed and I was still dizzy, thinking about him, how much I despised him and once trying to hide that feeling that reappeared in my chest when I thought about him again, that feeling that I thought had died years ago.

I let out a sigh, unable to get it out of my head, my erect nipples begging to come out of my bra, my entire body hot. I didn't want to, I didn't deserve it, but in the darkness of my room where only I was, I couldn't resist anymore.

I released my pants and lowered them to my knees, beginning to slide my fingers down the middle of my legs, feeling completely wet, my swollen clitoris asking to be relieved of its torture, I began to rub myself while moving my hips following my movements, I arched while I squeezed one of my breasts biting my lips, imagining it was his fingers and his mouth rubbing against my skin, hating him for leaving me hot and causing him to do this to me, the heat flooded through me leading to ecstasy for a few seconds, but then it faded as quickly as it came leaving me with my gaze on the ceiling and breathing heavily, completely dissatisfied, tears rolled around my eyes and feeling overwhelmed or probably driven by the effect of the drug; I started to cry.

ANGELO SMITH

I did not want to do it.

I took a cold shower, so cold that I was shivering, I tried to distract myself by getting work done. But it was useless, my head wouldn't leave me alone, the image of celeste came to my head again and again, reflecting with her rosy nipples, her fleshy lips and that tight wetness that I perceived with my fingers last night, making me as hard as the first whenever you want it.

Why after so much time could I never forget her?

Damn, now she had a boner in my pants that she was struggling with so much. I put the computer aside and stared into the darkness of my room letting the memories come on their own, I didn't even try, they just came like a storm, his eyes, his mouth, his shameless way in which he touched me, and the shameless way I did it last night.

I ran my hand along my entire length feeling so horny that I only lasted 3 seconds touching myself before I came squirting all over the cloth in my hand so as not to stain the damn bed.

I didn't want to, damn it, I avoided it with everything I could because she didn't deserve it, but she had left me so hard that I couldn't help it, my pride prevented me from going looking for her again, last night it was just a carelessness, I lost my mind wanting to find out if everything had died, but the feeling was still as alive as before.

I wouldn't indulge, I wouldn't give in to her, no, I would just finish this damn mission and finally get out of her life just like she did with me.

But thinking about the son we had in common, damn it, now that I knew where Celeste was, I would do everything to know him and recognize him as mine.

I was full of frustration.

Damn Celeste, I'll have to stay even further away from you.