Alpha Maseno

“How do you feel now, Sony?“ I asked as I walked back into the room. Sony was no longer in pain because he was now lying on his back and staring at the ceiling. I watched his facial expressions and smiled at how relaxed he looked. He looked as if calmness had washed all over his body.

My eyes roamed around, but I didn't find Doctor Kedeva anywhere, so I guessed that he had stepped out and gone back to his room after he was done taking care of Sony. I had told my dad about the suspicion I held about him, and he advised that I shouldn't jump to conclusions but conduct an investigation instead.

He advised me that my friendship with him would fall apart if what I had suspected him of turned out to be false. I really hoped that he wouldn't turn out to be a traitor, because I really don't know what I'll do. He is my best friend after all, and he was supposed to look out for me as I did for him.

“Much better. Where were you?“ Sony's calm voice jarred my thoughts. I quickly snapped back into reality and faced him. He was now sitting opposite his earlier position and leaning his back on the bed's backrest, looking at me.

“I was at my office. Did anything happen when I wasn't here?“ I sat on his side and stretched my hand to grab the golden locks that had fallen over his face. I pushed the strands at the back of his ears gently. My hands ran freely on the sides of his face, rubbing and squeezing his cheeks in an intimate manner.

“Nothing. I just wanted to know.“ He smiled. His voice was soft and relaxing, and his eyes sparkled with affection. He leaned into my touch and closed his eyes, his long eyelashes gracing his cheeks. I smiled, knowing that it was these small gestures that strengthened our bond and brought us much closer with each passing day.

After a moment of short and comfortable silence, he opened his eyes and looked deeply into mine. He smiled, making the corners of his eyes crinkle. "Is there anything you want to tell me?" He asked, causing me to chuckle.

I mean, damn, he always knew what was going on in my head, something that my best friend, Doctor Kedeva, whom I had spent all of my childhood with, couldn't do. My father, who was supposed to know the inside and outside of me, can't read me as well.

There were only three people in my life who could. Sony, Grandpa, and my sister, who was now abroad doing her masters.

I continued rubbing his cheeks and then trailed my fingers to his neck, feeling warmth travel all over my skin and making my heart skip a beat. I drew my fingers from there and went to caress his lower lip. "Yes love. There is something I need to tell you." I responded and watched him blush at the term love.

He jerked up and sat upright. "Did anything bad happen?“ He asked, concern evident in his voice. He furrowed his brows and leaned in closer, waiting for my response.

“Oh, God, no.“ I chuckled, running my hands through his hair. I closed my eyes, inhaling the coconut scent that wafted through the air to my nostrils when I dug my fingers into his head, flipping and playing with his hair. "I don't know how to call it, but I doubt it's bad." I opened my eyes and stared at his lips, which he licked and bit, making my manhood twitch with excitement and harden.

“Okay. I am all ears." He leaned back slightly and looked me in the eye.

“It's about the baby,” I started, my voice shaking a little. I honestly didn't know how he would react. The last time I brought up this conversation, we fought.

This time, he didn't get angry, though, but reached for my hands, squeezed them, and nodded, urging me to continue.

“Are you okay with us having a baby?" I finally asked and looked at him in the eye, hoping for an honest answer.

He paused for a moment and took a deep breath, which caused his expression to soften. "I've been thinking about it too," he admitted, his voice filled with sincerity.

"And?" I asked, eager to hear his response. My heart started thumping wild with anticipation. I felt guilty because I had taken this decision without involving him. It's not because I was planning to hide it from him, but because I wasn't sure about him.

I knew that I was in love with him. I had fallen for him since he stepped into my office six years ago looking for a job, but I didn't know how he felt about me.

Although he flirted back whenever I did, and he let me touch him in areas that two men with professional relationships couldn't, and in an intimate way, I couldn't figure out if he was just returning the flirtation or if he had genuine feelings for me.

"And I think if you are okay with it, I am too." He responded.

"You know I feel guilty for not involving you while making this decision." I confessed, laid my right hand on his thigh, and squeezed it gently.

"It's okay. We weren't a couple then, so it's understandable that you didn't involve me." He assured me, placing his hand on top of mine.

"I am glad to hear that." My voice dropped into a whisper. I stared at his lower lip and groaned when he licked it once again. He knew what exactly it took for him to turn me on, and he hasn't given me a break since then.

"Stop doing that, or else I'll have a hard time controlling myself," I warned, trying to regain my composure.

A mischievous glint clouded his eyes, and I knew he had no intentions of stopping. As I was expecting, he leaned much closer until our breaths synced and asked seductively," Do you really want me to stop? Or are you secretly enjoying it?" His hot breath fanned my face, causing a shiver to run down my spine.

"Sony, I am giving you the last chance to stop before I kiss you until your lips break." My voice quivered with desire as I struggled to get control over the pressure buidling in between my legs.

"I dare you." He leaned closer to lick my lips and then retreated back. He placed his hand on my thigh and traveled it upward, pushed it in between my legs, and drew circles in my inner thighs. I sucked in a deep breath, unconciously parting my legs, when he reached to grab my throbbing member and squeezed it, applying the pressure I needed and was craving.

"Come on, Sen. Go ahead and kiss me until my lips break." He dared me again with a mischievous smile on his face. I could see the desire in his eyes, which I was sure matched mine.

My heart raced with his challenge. His words were like a flame, igniting me and fueling my own desires, which I was trying to hold back. "Of course, my love. I'll give you exactly what you are asking for," I whispered, leaning in to meet his lips with a hunger that mirrored his own.

The electric current between us intensified with each passing second. Our tongues danced with freziness, exploring every inch of each other's mouths. I closed my eyes and pulled him much closer toward me as the world around us slowly faded away.

"S-Sen," he moaned, his grip on my hair tightening. I could feel his body trembling against mine, aching for more. My grip around his waist tightened as well, my fingers digging into his back.

"S-sen," he whishpered again in a longing voice. I broke the kiss, let us catch some breath, and brougt my head close so that my forehead could rest against his.

"Mmh." I hummed in response, stroking his back and planting a kiss on his lips.

"I want you." He whispered, his voice raspy and filled with desire.

I smiled at his words and whispered back, "I want you too."

With that, he pulled me toward him with our bodies pressed back together as we shared another kiss, which was now gentle and tender. He pushed me backward, forcing my back to rest on the soft mattress. He then crawled above me, came in between my legs, and looked at me in the eye.

I liked it when he took control. It made me feel more aroused, helpless, and wanted. He touched my body with a gentle yet firm touch, tracing his fingers along my skin, igniting a trail of electric sensations.

He brushed my hair from my face and whispered, "You are so handsome." I shivered when he leaned in and brushed his lips against mine. He raised his head and looked me in the eye as if seeking permission to continue. Since I confessed to him and we started dating, it has been two months now.

Although we have been together long enough to know each other's needs, we didn't jump on each other and do what we wanted. We always sought permission in case any of us had a change of mind.

"God, Sony. Do what you want already. Kiss me, touch me, and do whatever you desire. I am yours, Sony." I whispered, unable to contain my desire any longer. I watched as a mischievous smile spread across his face, and then as he leaned much closer to capture my lips.

I enjoyed surrendering to the moment and giving myself fully to him, as he was the only one who could satisfy my desires and quench my hunger.

He held my hands on top of my head and nibbled on my lower lip, biting and kissing it. He sucked my earlobe, earning a moan from me. His wet and hot tongue traveled down to my neck, biting and licking me all over, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. I couldn't help but arch my back, craving more of his intoxicating touch.

He let go of my hands and trailed his fingers around my chest. Reaching for the buttons of my shirt, he unbuttoned it and slowly reavealed my bare skin. I watched as his pink tongue swept over his lower lip as he drooled over my abs.

He reached for my right nipple and gently flicked it with his thumb, sending a jolt of pleasure through my body. The sensation caused me to let out a soft moan, encouraging him to continue exploring my body with his skilled hands.

He sucked on the other nipple, his teeth slowly grazing against it, alternating between gentle nibbles and soothing licks. The mixture of pleasure and slight pain sent waves of desire coursing through me, making it hard for me to contain my moans, which increased with each touch, nibble, and bite.

His hand went downward to the curve of my waist. He traced the line of my hipbone with his fingertips, sending another wave of shiver down my spine that made my whole body tremble. His touch grew bolder, his fingertips moving much lower until they reached my waistband, where his hand gripped much harder.

"S-sony," I moaned between deep breaths, silently asking and begging for more. His hands slipped much lower and struggled with the belt buckle, his fingers fumbling in their haste.

With a swift motion, he finally managed to release the belt and then tossed it to where God knows. He slid his hands beneath the fabric of my pants and reached for my throbbing and hard manhood, which was begging to be let out.

He chuckled when he touched the wetness through my innerwear, which was a result of arousal. His fingers grabbed the edges of my pants as he eagerly pulled them downward, freeing my throbbing member from its confines.

The cool air hit my exposed skin, intensifying the sensations coursing through my body. His hands went back to my throbbing member, which was so hard to the extent that it was almost painful. He stroked me with a firm grip, earning a low moan from deep within my chest.

The strokes increased in pressure and speed, driving me closer to the edge of ecstasy. His every touch sent waves of pleasure rippling through me, building up an overwhelming desire that I could no longer contain.

"S-sony, please," I moaned, yearning for a release.

"Please what?" He whispered, his voice laced with a teasing tone. "If you don't tell me what you want, I won't give it to you. In fact, I want you to beg, amore mio."

"Don't stop." I held his hands when I felt his grip loosening, afraid that he might stop. The dread of his touch was driving me wild, and I couldn't bear the thought of it ending prematurely. "Touch me, Sony. Make me orgasm, please." I pleaded, pumping his hand up and down my member.

He smiled at me and replaced his hand with his mouth. His lips softly grazed my skin as he worked his way down.

"Oh my god," I moaned. Grabbing a fistful of his hair to keep his head in position, I pushed my member deeper into his mouth, feeling the intense pleasure radiating through my body.

The sensation of his warm, wet tongue swirling around me only heightened my desire, and I couldn't help but arch my back, tugging his head in the process. He gagged, but I didn't let him go. My grip on his hair tightened as I pushed myself much deeper into his throat.

The intense pleasure surged through me, causing my body to tremble uncontrollably. A loud, guttural moan escaped my lips as I released myself into his mouth.