Winning My Ex-Crush

Fenella’s POV

That night, the blond man in front of me used both his hands to remove my dress. Ah, he seemed to be aroused.

I could clearly see the man’s exposed muscles. His chest was chiseled, his arms looked strong as if they could support my entire body, and his neck stood tall like an oak tree trunk.

The man’s fingers skillfully unhooked my strapless bra. I glanced down at his pants, and I could see a hard bulge right beneath his jeans zipper. The man stopped, but his actions only tormented me.

Ugh, I wanted to touch him. I wanted to feel the warmth and firmness of that bulge. The familiar face, the strands of hair I knew by heart, and the tempting lips. Don’t stop! Oh, I know. Maybe he needed more encouragement.

I sucked on the prominent bone at the base of his neck. The man flinched; his emerald eyes now gazed back at me.

The next moment, we fought for dominance over our lips and tongues. It was an insatiable passion, and I enjoyed it. I enjoyed it so much that I didn’t realize my body had moved. My butt felt cold, but it added to the sensation of making out.

Every time his warm tongue licked my nipple, my body felt like it was exploding. It was so pleasurable that I couldn’t decide what to hold onto. My fingers gripped his blond hair, asking him to continue paying attention to my nipples while applying gentle pressure to his head as a form of communication. Again and again, I didn’t want him to stop.

He was reluctant to stop. Even now, his tongue and fingers play a game in my wet pussy. I felt unable to contain myself any longer.

“Laird,” I gasped.

I jolted awake from my sleep. I looked around the dark room, with only one bedside lamp illuminating the space. All I could hear was Jessy’s snoring and my own breathing.

Jeez!

Suddenly, I remembered many things. All those memories flowed into me like water from a tap. My brain recalled them, and my body felt them. I remembered them, and I need them now. I wanted to feel it again and again.

I bit my lower lip. I laid back on the bed and covered myself with a blanket so Jessy wouldn’t notice. My index finger pressed against my sensitive nub, and the memories of that night directed my hand movements just as Laird’s fingers did in the same place. Then another finger began to press slowly into my tight opening.

One finger, then two. My fingers moved in and out, pressing almost every corner of the inner walls and reaching my sensitive spots. Continuously until I felt the pleasures piling up. Again and again until I couldn’t hold back anymore.

I exploded at the touch of my own fingers and sighed in relief. After all of that, I could still compare it to my memories from the night before. It was very different and didn’t come close to the pleasure I felt with Laird.

I needed more than this. I needed Laird Evans.

***

I woke up early to the sound of my phone’s alarm. Not wanting to be late for work, I immediately showered and washed my whole body from head to toe. My fingers played a bit under the warm water. I briefly revisited the memories of that night, especially my nipples and clit. It was like a remedy for the longing for Laird’s touch, which was far different from my own touch.

If I wasn’t given the chance to be with Laird again, maybe I would look for a temporary replacement to fill the void. A one-night stand with a stranger might temporarily satisfy my craving.

Ugh, I’m such a damn slut!

Wait, I can’t blame myself for being so thirsty for Laird. Instead, I should blame Laird for everything he did to my body. He made me crave his touch, like a whore desperate for his caress.

“Fenella, are you done?” Jessy knocked on the door.

I jerked and quickly turned off the shower. Enough! I didn’t want to play with myself anymore. My fingers would only deceive me and not give me the satisfaction I needed.

I dried myself off and put on my towel robe. Due to my frequent stays at Jessy’s apartment, I left behind many of my clothes and makeup items. Most of them were clothes that I hadn’t had a chance to take back to my own apartment from the laundromat.

If there was someone who didn’t know that Jessy was my gay friend, they would surely think Jessy was my boyfriend because of the abundance of my belongings in his apartment. It was as if we lived together.

I stepped out of the bathroom and let Jessy in.

“I’ll cook breakfast. What would you like to eat?” I asked.

“Boiled eggs and honey spread on toast. Thank you, gorgeous.” Jessy entered the bathroom.

I made breakfast for Jessy and myself. Suddenly, a notification from my phone sounded. I turned off the flat iron on my hair and opened the new message.

“Oh no!” I exclaimed in amazement as I read the sender’s name on the message.

“Who is it?” Jessy came out of the bathroom with a shirt and vest.

“Laird,” I said with a suppressed squeal.

“Let me see.” Jessy quickly approached me and looked at the message from Laird.

‘Morning…’

“That’s it?” He scowled irritably.

“Hey, this is progress. Besides, he was the one who messaged me first. Plus, he sent a message in the morning. Doesn’t that mean he couldn’t wait to greet me?” I defended myself with quick words and a blushing face.

“Fenella, you’re embarrassing me! You sound like a high school kid again.” Jessy giggled.

“Wait, let me reply first,” I said, then cleared my throat to think of a reply.

‘Good morning to you too ;)’

I added a cute emoji giving a charming wink. Then I strutted over to the dining table.

“What happened to the revenge you’ve been working on for seven years?” Jessy teased.

“I’m still working on it. Just watch; I will make him think that I really like him.” I said, then drank the fresh smoothie.

“Ugh, I also want to have a complicated love like that. You want him to love you, but you don’t want to love him because you want to win him over by making him beg for your love.” Jessy sighed deeply and rolled his eyes.

My phone notification sounded again. As soon as I saw it was from Laird, I immediately focused on my phone.

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“Jessy! He’s asking if I’m having breakfast now. What should I reply?” I was panicking.

“Just tell him you’re having breakfast alone outside.” He advised, and I quickly sent a message as per his suggestion.

‘Yes. Alone at a cafe.’

‘Want me to join you?’ He replied.

“Jessy! He wants to join me for breakfast! I have to go now.” I suddenly stood up.