Chapter 3 Three

Chapter Three.

Nina's POV.

From the inside, Ashley opens the car door for me, so I just enter right away.

First off, I take off my jacket and place them on the backseat, before I brush my hands together. He was silent throughout, and he better not talk.

When I'm starting to feel some warmth, he speaks, "do you need a hug?"

"Perhaps when I was in the rain, you could have come, hide yourself with a hood or an umbrella or something, so you can help me." I pause and look away for a second.

"I'm sorry." His voice is little.

"And the craziest part is that I got to see something I'm not supposed to," something pushes me to want to say more, and I heed. "I think they were twins. So, I mistakenly touched one when I was running, who came out from nowhere, and I don't know, but it seemed there was blood on his hoodie sweatshirt. I have no idea. It was so discomforting." I believe that wasn't the word I was expecting, as I did not feel anything like distress.

"Or maybe they were couples," he jokes. Wait, he's joking now?

That's his problem. He would leave the main fact to discuss something unrequired. Since he's unrequited with the conversation, I roll my eyes.

"I'm not sure. Anyway, would you drive me home now?" He places his hand on mine and smiles.

"I love you."

I scoff, "when my lips aren't shaky when I speak, I might say it back."

"Ouch!" He says it with drama and chortles sharply before he kicks on the engine and get out of the parking space.

Whilst the drive last, I watch through the window to the buildings that passes by me. They are all an one-storey floor. The lights, coming from the street, helps enhance my sight, so I was able to enjoy the scenery more.

When we arrive to my street, the rain has subsided. Not long after, Ashley is parking the car right in front of my house. My eyes shift to the building to see the lights still on, which tells me that uncle meant it when he said he'd start the movie before my arrival.

Checking the time, it says seven minutes after eleven. Ugh. Ashley's warm hands on mine makes me shift my face to meet his gaze.

"Hey." His voice is low.

"Hey," is all I say back, too.

Ashley's a handsome guy. He's got the perfect chiseled jaw, a dark silver dyed hair in which part of his strands flow down his forehead handsomely, and his body is fit, as he goes to the gym every weekend. Plus, I've seen his bulges many times, and he's got it big. Also, the fact that a lot of girls allows him fuck them and even begs him to leave me for them assures me that he's that good in bed.

For some reasons, he wouldn't leave me. Last time I asked, he said I am a challenge for him that he wants to keep solving. In addition, my past is one of the things that made him feel that way, that I am some sort of puzzle.

His dark brown eyes watch me closely before his hand lands on a side of my cheek. He sucks in breath through his slightly parted lips, as he watches me with admiration. I always love that look whenever he looks at me. It makes me know that not every man is like the one that changed me to this person who fears sex, having traumatized me with it on the same night my parents died in a car accident.

Again, this isn't the time to go deep on that. I welcome Ashley's touch, allowing him to bring his face closer. His hand is at the back of my neck, pulling me close, too.

The moment my lips touch his, I felt more warmth from the passion he puts in it, but my hormones won't allow me to feel it deep. He sucks in air again, as he kisses deeper, his tongue rhyming with me perfectly.

His hand continues the work, sliding down to my waist. From the push he's giving me, I know it's a hint that he wants me to sit on his thighs, but I won't bulge.

Then, when he probably figures that out, he traces his hand to mine, grabbing and placing it on his chest. He uses his hand to trace mine down to his rock hard six packs, that's ripping through his clothes.

At that moment, his body shudders from the intense sensation he's feeling. Then, he breaks the kiss and looks into my eyes, as I stare into his.

Sooner, he breaks the eye contact, so his gaze drops to my hand that he is drawing down to his crotch. Occasionally, he would look at my face with his lips bitten, in-between his pearly white teeth.

He is slow with the motion. My breathing is getting hard, that I'm now exhaling with my lips parted slightly. I can see his bulge, the way his cock twitches like a ticktock everything he contrasts and relaxes the muscles.

He adjusts his sitting position such that it looks as though his cock would tear through the fabric of his trouser. He's still glancing at me from time to time, watching as my reaction changes. Afterward, he lays my hand on the main thing and puts pressure and then, contrast the muscle, so I could feel how hard he is. Then, he moans lowly.

Oh, my God... I think this is the first time we would go this far for the past six months we have been dating, that I've also never heard his moans before. I mean, his real moan he's in the mood and not when he's joking with it.

Suddenly, when I look at him, I wish I could do it. I wish I can, but the phobia, I fear it would flip through my mind again, as it always does when I go deep.

Quickly, I withdrew my hands, but my eyes won't stop staring at that dick. I swear, my mouth is seriously salivating.

"I'm sorry I cannot."

"Tell that to your body. You want to be filled up by my throbbing white cock, Nina," fuck, his voice is soft and the way he calls my name, too.

"I really..." He stops me from taking any further with a deep kiss. I try to break it to talk, "Ashley..."

"No, I don't want you to talk," is the next thing he says. His hands are on my chest, tugging at my underwear. My breaths are hitching and not of my normal self.

He has one hand at the back of my neck to stop me from moving, but somehow, I push him back. "I cannot. You have to understand that. And I told you all about me before we started dating, and that's why I accepted us, being in an open relationship."

He groans. "What if I don't want sex from you?" When he says, I narrow my eyes at him. I don't trust him at this state that he is.

"What?"

"Don't worry. Another time." He tells. Wow. Ashley isn't the kind to shift anything relating to him getting off to another time, but, well, I'm glad that I'm not pressured any further. His hand trails my face before he helps me position my hair back to how it was. "But how is it that you are able to write erotic genres in your books, but you can't do it, in real life?"

I glare at him, about to talk when he cuts me off, "yeah, yeah, I know. I'm sorry for asking." Then, his eyes pierce into mine. "I'm sure you'll be fine and relaxed and enjoy sexual intimacy someday." And he finishes there.

When it seems there's going to be silence afterward, I quickly mention, "so, about our plans of leaving this boring town tomorrow, when do we discuss it?"

His brows raise, "yeah. Tonight, of course. Go to your room. I'll come join you soon." When he tells me, I laugh. He hates to see my uncle, because he doesn't like Ashley, doesn't trust Ashley, so he prefers he climbs to my room and use my room's window as his front door.

"Okay." Giggling, I get out of the car and head for the front door. My uncle is going to kill me, I recap.