This is the second chapter for today. I don't know if it's me, but I'm just not feeling for this story anymore. I'm getting mixed emotions about it and think how bad it turned out to be. I just don't know about it. If you guys agree with me or otherwise, please review and let me know to see if I can continue this story or not.
I don't mean to be down about this but that's how I'm feeling right now...
I hope you enjoy the chapter.
chapter fifty-two
It is sunrise, and the sun shines through the window making the room shining brightly along with the birds chirping outside. Yesterday has been interesting since it was Christmas and it was supposed to be an eventful happy day for everyone. It was eventful alright. Not to mention the incident that happened with Freddie's father and how Freddie punched him, finally showing him who's the boss.
Freddie was devastated, but he was fine at the end because I was there for him. I never wanted him to be sad at all as long as I'm there with him.
I slept in his room last night to be there with him if he needed me. I didn't want to go to my room anyway because I felt comfortable being with him, so I changed into one of his shirts that ended to my knees, and he changed into his pajamas. We slept in bed cuddling with each other not wanting to move, and being in his arms felt so comforting as usual.
Right now, I'm laying my head on Freddie's chest while he strokes his good hand on my hair softly as I hear his heart beating rhythmically. I moved my hand to his chest and twirled my finger on it boredly, feeling natural doing so.
His breathing and heart beating at the same time are relaxing to hear in the morning. Usually, I hate mornings but I love to wake up next to him in his arms when there's a chance.
I look to his side and saw his injured hand rested aside not being used. I wonder how his hand feels by now since I helped fixed it last night. How Freddie punched the wall and left a dent on it made me cringe because I can't imagine how much it hurts. Well, punching Jonah in the nose doesn't count, but I'd do it again any day. Freddie, however, smashed his hand twice in one day and I can picture how his hand must be hurting still.
"Freddie, does your hand still hurt?"
It had taken a moment before Freddie responded. "Uh... yeah a little. But it'll be better in the next couple of days, so don't worry."
A couple of days seems like forever for it to be cured.
I traveled my hand to his bound one and brought it close to my face, staring at the tan gauze picturing what his knuckles look like beneath it. I softly stroke the thick fabric with my thumb, comforting it the best I can. "Hopefully, it does soon. Even though your knuckles are wrapped up, your hand is still sexy to look at."
Freddie let out a heartily laugh and stops stroking my hair. "Oh, really?"
"Yup." I chuckled. "Still... I'm impressed on how you punched your dad with it and hit the wall without feeling anything."
Freddie tensed under me and I felt his heart beat pounding fast making me regret mentioning his father again. I know that now this subject is tough to talk about and I didn't mean to bring it up too soon.
"Well, I only did what was right." He replied under his breath, but I heard it loud and clear to understand.
"And I don't blame you for it," I whispered.
We left at a comfortable silence after my mishap and laid in bed still cuddling each other. I try to think about what happened last night besides the father incident; I was talking to Melanie about my relationship with Freddie and realized that my dad was talking to him about something. I just don't know what. Now my curiosity is getting the best of me as I want to know what they talked about.
"So... what did you and my dad talk about yesterday?"
Freddie sighed and started to speak. "We talked about you and how he doesn't want to see his daughter hurt again after your last boyfriend, who shall not be named," he said flatly. "Then he asked me why I wanted to date you..." he trailed off sounding nervous.
I craned my neck to look at him as I find him doing the same thing, bringing my body closer to his with his one arm. "Well... what did you say?"
He stared at me with intensity, and I knew that what he must've said was serious to the point that led my father to agree to us dating. But the problem is what he did say. "It's nothing bad," he chuckled after reading my expression with the corner of his lips pulled up, but went flat looking serious. "I said how you're the most important thing that's ever happened to me, and how you helped me understand the real meaning of having someone to be there for you. I also said that I would always protect you from anything and want to be there for you forever if I could." He finished with sincerity in his warm eyes.
I can't believe all the things he's said got to my dad. He's the toughest person to break, and Freddie got him to break and have his daughter date the guy she's been friends with since birth. It's crazy how everything has changed over the years, and it led me to the best man to exist. Sometimes Freddie is too good to be true and I always asked myself how I have this man in my life. But the answer is always Freddie's personality that I love. He knows how to make me happy and I know he wouldn't hurt me any day. He's a one of a kind and I'm so glad he's mine.
"Really?"
"Would I joke about that?" He laughed softly still staring into my eyes.
"Of course not... sometimes it's just hard to believe that you're here with me for a long time..." I said truthfully.
"Well, you're stuck with me whether you like it or not." He grinned.
"I know," I smiled. "I'm not complaining."
We stared at each other for a while until I saw Freddie's eyes turn black filled with lust. Oh god, I know what he's thinking about doing and I want to do the same thing... I felt a slight pressure in my underwear and my clit twitching, making me slightly wet.
"Hopefully, you won't complain about this." Freddie said huskily not giving me time to say anything as he leans in and kisses me roughly feeling his hand go down on my waist. He licks the bottom of my lips causing me to moan as he wants to enter inside my mouth. I obeyed as I opened my mouth and his tongue collided with mine making me feel hot in my body.
I brought myself hovering over Freddie as we still kissed, not breaking contact. I could feel his bulge underneath as I know how hard he's getting. Maybe I can tease him just a little bit. I started to grind myself on his bulge, and he groaned quietly, wrapping his arm around my waist, bringing me closer to him. I pulled away from his lips and went for his neck kissing his delicate spot and licking it, blowing it to have that sensitive air go in through his body.
He moaned a little louder as I continued to work on him. He's going to get a lot of teasing this morning. I crawled my hand to his chest down to his thigh, slowly bringing my hand to his crotch and grabbing it.
"Argh..." he moaned knitting his eyebrows together.
He's not going to like me for this, but I'm going to do it for fun. My hand goes inside his flap and felt his dick become harder under his underwear. My hand goes inside his underwear flap, and I felt his boner, imagining how veiny it looks.
"Oh god," he whimpered.
"Man, you're hard already?" I said softly. "You must really like me touching you, huh?" I asked, but he doesn't respond. I pulled his pants and underwear over his ass and down to his ankles under the covers in a split second. I want to see him squirm like he did in the past. I go under the covers again, brought my hand back to his bare cock and wrapped my hand around it, feeling how hard he is. "You like it when I touch you?"
He nodded his head with his eyes closed enjoying the feeling. I pumped his dick slowly as I stared at his face watching what he does. "Oh fuck..." he groaned with his mouth partly opened seeing how plump his lips are.
I leaned down to his lips and brushed mine against his, still stroking his little friend. "You like it when I stroke your big cock?" I whispered.
"Yes, oh God yes." He moans again not moving an inch in bed, and I couldn't help but feel my underwear soaked as I'm getting aroused from his pleasure. This caused me to stroke him faster with my hand encircled to his hard boner; his face was begging me to go faster, but I couldn't do that just yet. "Sam... ugh!" He groaned not knowing what to do with his body.
It makes me feel hot...
"What? What do you want?" I murmured.
"I think I'm going to come..." he moaned feeling himself indeed getting warmer and warmer by the minute. I could feel his body getting tense as he's about come soon.
"You want to come, baby?"
"God yes please!" He whimpered as he opens his eyes and looks at me with pleasure. I know how much he wants to come and I'm going to give it to him. His eyes are filled with lust, and it's making me want to come without anything done to me; he's making me soaking wet through my underwear and my clit tensing in pressure making me moan at the feeling.
"Yeah?... You're making me feel so good, Freddie," I moaned in his mouth, and he groaned again with his breathing turning into panting, not containing his body going to explode any minute.
"Oh, God. I'm gonna..."
Before he could do anything, someone knocks on the apartment door.
I stopped what I was doing and snapped my head at the doorway leading to the living room feeling my cheeks hot, realizing someone was outside as I was jerking Freddie.
"You've got to be fucking kidding me." Freddie groaned annoyingly leaning his head back on the pillow.
Even I was annoyed that someone interrupted our hot moment. Who could it be at the door? I looked back at Freddie and saw his eyes closed and eyebrows furrowed. I leaned down to him and kissed the side of his lips. "Don't worry, we'll finish this after I get the door." I whispered wanting to get his hopes up.
And it did as he opened his eyes and looked at me growing a smile. "Then you better hurry up." He said, smacking my ass with his hand.
"Ah! You shithead!" I giggled, getting off the bed and leaving his bedroom.
I walked pass the living room to the front door and cupped my hand on the doorknob, opening the door wide. As the door was opened, I find the girl with black hair and brown eyes with a smile on her face.
"Merry Christmas, Sam! Well, Merry late Christmas."
"Carly... Hi." I tried to smile but felt awkward as Freddie is in his bedroom waiting for me to finish him off. "How come you didn't come by yesterday?"
"Oh, I wanted to, but my dad came home to surprise my brother and me and I was too excited to go anywhere." She cheered.
"Oh, that's awesome... great." I said awkwardly.
"So how was your Christmas?" She asked oblivious to my awkward stage.
My mind goes back to yesterday and thought how the beginning went well, the middle went bad, then the end turned out good again. "Um... it was okay. My family came by and everything." I answered.
"Well, I'm glad. I actually got you and Freddie some presents I bought." She smiled holding up two medium size boxes of the presents.
"Oh, that's sweet of you, Carly. Thank you." I smiled in appreciation.
"Can I come in and watch you guys open it?"
My eyes widen thinking she could see Freddie. "Uh... actually, Carly I was in a middle of something important—"
"Sam, what's taking so long?" Freddie asks, entering the living room.
My eyes must've looked like they were about to fly off from my face because I didn't want Carly to see his pants occupied. I turned around and met Freddie, immediately looking down at his crotch and saw it covered in his pants looking like his groin has calmed down.
I sighed in relief resting my hand on my forehead.
"Sam, are you okay?" Carly asked me worriedly.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm okay. It's just hot in here." I chuckled nervously trying to give her a smile.
I hear Freddie walking behind me and hugged my waist with his arms and his chin resting on my shoulder. "Hey, Carly. Hope you had a nice Christmas." He says casually knowing he wants to continue what we started in the next room.
"I did thank you. I was just telling Sam that I got you guys presents since I couldn't come yesterday." Carly said as she extends the presents to me and I smiled, taking them from her hands.
"Thank you, Carly. If you want we can hang out later." Freddie suggested as he pulls one arm away from my waist. Then his hand goes behind my shirt, lifting it up a little, sliding his hand inside my underwear to my butt cheeks, me feeling his finger go inside my pussy entrance.
I gasped at the feeling of his finger going inside me.
"Sam, what's wrong?"
"Oh... I just thought it was a great idea for us to hang out later." I said shakily feeling his finger go in deeper making me want to moan out loud, but I couldn't since Carly was here before us.
"Oh, okay, well you guys can text me the deets and I'll be ready!" She smiles—again oblivious to what's happening right now.
"Great!" I smiled innocently. "See you later, bye!" I rushed by waving my hand at her, and she waved back with a smile on her face, turning around from the hallway and walks away from our threshold. I slammed the door closed and threw the presents on the ground, turning my head over my shoulder, facing Freddie as his finger is still inside me.
"Oh my God, we need to finish." I moaned.
Freddie smiled and pulled his finger out of my hole and out my underwear. I turned around and he picks me up from my waist as I wrapped my legs around his torso, bringing my lips to his kissing him forcefully.
We continued to kiss as I feel Freddie walking towards his bedroom going to finish what we started and going to finish it right without interruptions.