9. Reality 101

9.05

Are you getting off early at work?

9.09

Let's meet at the house at 8pm.

Ever since I read those two messages, I haven't been myself. Obviously I haven't been myself since morning. I don't think I can be after last night.

I can't stop thinking about Devan and his talented mouth. Fuck! Just thinking about it makes me wet. Apparently yesterday Devan took the initiative of eating me out like I was the best candy in the whole world. Just thinking about his skilled mouth makes my breathing uneven.

I came more times I have ever come in one night and that just by his mouth on me. He never stopped until he drained me. It was like he was on a mission to suck the life out of me.

You taste so good. I would eat this pussy forever.

Goose bumps. His words sounded so erotic. That was the best night of my life so far and we didn't even have sex. Of course Devan declined coaxing me that I didn't need to return the favor and that I was tired. He was right but I wanted to. I wanted to satisfy him like he had done to me.

Then, I didn't even think about Rachel or the repercussions of what happened. I am not sure I could think with his tongue inside me or how it felt so good against my clit. All I could think about last night was his name only.

Devan.

"Earth to Nellie." Debbie's loud voice startles me from my thoughts.

"I am sorry what." I mutter dazed.

"You do realise you have been like this since morning and I know it is about a guy." she smirks.

"No." I deny immediately sipping on the beer. We are on a night out at the usual bar. I am glad the rest are not paying attention to our conversation. They are far so engrossed in what Sharon is saying.

"Don't give me that bullshit Nellie girl. I see how you are glowing. You got laid. So now tell me who the lucky guy is before I force information out of you." Debbie teases.

"Jesus Christ Debbie! Where are you getting all those assumptions?" I

scoff at her words.

"Don't act out with me girl. I know when a girl got a good dick." Oh God, I am so done here. I check the time on my watch to see that it is ten minutes past eight.

"I have to go." I announce. Everyone at the table awes.

"It is so early Nellie." Maggie protests.

"She is running to get some dick." Debbie mentions loudly. I almost pass out from embarrassment. She smirks when I glare at her. Bitch.

"Who are we to get in your way then." Mike winks. Not him too.

"Alright you guys. It is not what you think." I defend.

"Keep telling yourself that love." Debbie intervenes. I roll my eyes at her before I continue.

"You guys have a good time. I have to go now."

I escape the table before Debbie throws another comment. I quickly call for a taxi when I reach outside. It takes only half an hour to reach the house due to the traffic jam.

My heart is pounding so hard in my chest with every step I make towards the door. I don't know what to expect from him. Will he say that it is a mistake, that he didn't mean it? I am so confused and scared. What happened shouldn't have happened but i also know that if it happens again, I won't have the power to resist it.

After drawing a breath, I turn the door knob to the house. The place is unusually quiet not that it is not always. It so unbearably quiet than usual.

"There you are." Devan's voice startles me a bit. Gosh.

"Hey." I force a tight lipped smile.

"You didn't answer my texts." he narrows his eyes at me.

"I know." I reply.

"It doesn't matter. What matters is that you are here? Come on." Devan leads me to the dining room. I don't know if I should be scared with his change of behavior.

I am surprised when I reach the room. On the table lies various dishes of food. Did he actually prepare this or ordered it outside? Is that a good or bad sign?

"Are you hungry?" he asks.

"Starving." I nod my head.

"Come on." he pulls out a chair for me. I should feel good about this but it feels so akward.

He sits at the opposite side of the table flashing me his best smile.

"Why are you doing this?" I ask curiously. If he feels the need to apologize about what happened between us, he shouldn't. I am so over that now and his apology will only make me feel worse.

"If this is like some payback because of last night, you shouldn't. I am over it." I mutter seriously. Devan frowns.

"Is that what you think this is all about? Do you think that lowly of me?" he questions staring at me. His stare makes me feel so guilty.

"I am sorry but what do you want me to think? Last night you gave me the best oral sex of my life and now you are being all gentlemanly and dinner. Tell me Devan. What should I think?" I reprimand.

Devan shoots up from his seat and saunters towards me. His predatory gaze makes me so helpless.

"Wh..what are you doing?" I draw out nervously.

Devan just walks towards me stopping behind me before he leans forward so I can feel his breath tickling inside my ear. I suck in a breath.

His closeness clouds my thoughts making me wonder how bad this situation is. My heart is beating so fast and I can't count how many times I have swallowed in just seconds.

"I think we should first eat."

That is all Devan says before he pulls away from me to open the bottle of wine and put some for me. OMG! The nerve of this guy. He returns to his seat calmly and smiles at me like nothing happened. I scowl at him.

"Bon appetit." he wishes before he takes his first fork of food. The food smells so good. It makes me wonder if he prepared it or ordered it.

"How was your day today?" Devan asks through our meal. I gaze intently at him before I chose my words.

"Good." I answer monotonously.

"That's great. Mine was great too." he says.

"I kept thinking about you." he adds. I almost spit my food out. What the hell is really wrong with Devan? Is this some sort of sick game because I am not playing it.

"Should I be amazed you did?" I stare.

"Doesn't matter. I wanted to you to know." he replies calmy.

"Thanks but I don't." I retort coldly. I hate when he is being a douche. He doesn't say anything for the rest of the meal which I appreciate. When I reach the comfort of the kitchen, I sigh.

What should I do now? I don't understand what is going on with him.

"Do you need any help with those?" Devan interrupts.

"No. You got the food, I will do the dishes." I decline.

"I think you need a hand though." Devan reaches for the plate in the sink.

"No." I violently take away the plate from him making the dishes clatter.

I glare at a dazed him. I am done with this behavior of his.

"What the hell Devan!" I scowl.

"What is your problem?" I add.

"My problem? I think it is you who has a problem with me. I am being good to you Nellie." he cocks a brow at me. He walks towards me. I already can't move anywhere thanks to the sink. He takes this chance to cage me.

"St..."

His lips claim mine immediately making me forget all I had to say. It takes a second before I reciprocate the kiss. His mouth is just so addictive as that. When he bites down on my lower lip, I lose all my self restraint. My hand flung around his neck while his find my waist. He tastes so sweet, like a mixture of the red wine he had been sipping on for dinner and a fruity dessert. I could revel in the taste of his mouth all night if I had to.

When he pulls away, I whine lowly. This is what I was fearing all along.

"What were you saying?" he teases with a smirk. When I make a move to untangle my hands from him, he stops my hands. I lift my gaze to his.

His blue eyes suck the breath out of me.

"Why are you doing this?" I plead tired.

"Isn't it obvious? I want you." he answers in a duh tone.

"Oh so you do now?" I almost chuckle at his dumb response.

"You might now believe it, I have always wanted you Nellie since the moment I saw you in my living room." he whispers the last words in my ear sending a chill down my spine.

"Are you flirting with me Devan?" I mutter.

"Is it working?" he rests his fore head against mine. His lips are so damn near and so inviting especially when he flicks his wet tongue against them.

"It depends." I turn my gaze away from him.

"Depends on what?" he forces me to look at him by his finger tucked under my chin.

"On this?" Devan brushes his lips against mine teasingly.

"Or this?" he bites the top of my ear.

"Or.."

I can't take his teasing anymore, I stand on my tiptoes since he is a few inches taller than me meeting his lips halfway.

"Maybe that." I smirk when I pull away. He grins widely at me before he leans down capturing my lips once again this time with more fire.

Holy cow.