Kiss Me Not

Chapter 61 - I Want To See It

Cedric carried Brione to his room and gently put her down on his bed. He sighed as he sat beside her and stared at her.

"Look at you, sleeping like a baby," he whispered with a smile while caressing her hair lightly. He was about to get up and get her a change of clothes when he noticed a journal on his bedside table. It was probably one of Brione's journals.

It looked familiar to him though, so he grabbed it and decided to check it. He opened a page and started to read. He suddenly winced and felt his head aching before some fragments of memories flashed through his mind.

His body stiffened and his breathing became laboured. He stared at Brione for a short while and once he started to feel better he continued reading the journal.

Brione stirred a little in her sleep so he stopped reading and placed the journal aside to look at her.

As Brione opened her eyes slowly and met Cedric's gentle eyes. She smiled at him, raised her hand to cup his cheek, and gently caressed it. Cedric sat like a meek little puppy with his eyes closed and nuzzled his face against her hand, letting himself bask in Brione's warmth.

"What were you doing?" Brione whispered.

Cedric opened his eyes and answered, "Reading Gavin's journal."

Brione furrowed her eyebrows and turned towards the bedside table where Gavin's journal was placed. Berry probably placed it there since she always wanted it near her especially before she slept.

She flinched, and Cedric worriedly asked, "Are you okay? Do you need anything? Are you sober enough to talk? Or still feeling dizzy? You passed out when you reached your drinking limit."

He was about to get up to get her a glass of water when Brione held on to his wrist firmly.

"Where are you going?" Brione whispered hoarsely.

"To get you some water."

"Stay here. I feel cold. Could you hug me, please?" Brione asked with her hazy eyes, which made Cedric groan inwardly. She was tempting him to pounce and attack her. He was unsure if he would be able to cool his fervor down like he had attempted when they were at the waterfall.

Brione pulled him down abruptly so he ended up on top of her.

"Are you sure about what you are asking, sweetheart? Or do you plan to torture me the whole night?" Cedric hoarsely uttered, supporting himself with his hands on either side of her so as to not crush her with his weight.

Brione smiled and cupped his face, her eyes glimmering with emotions. He hoped those eyes were sparkling for him and not because his face resembled Gavin's. He fully understood why Brione had kissed him the other day after he read about it in Gavin's journal.

Gavin was the only one she managed to kiss in all her life. And right now, he was sure that Brione still believed him to be Gavin because of their kiss. Nevertheless, he was sure that there was a simple scientific explanation for this. Like the probability of Brione letting her guard down because she thought that he was Gavin which might've allowed her to kiss him.

His breath hitched when Brione's fingers stroked his lips. Her eyes stared hungrily at them, making Cedric's groin grow hard. Then he saw Brione's misty eyes on him. She looked so alluring and filled him up with so much desire that it made him gulp.

"I want to kiss you," she whispered and without wasting any more time, Cedric crushed her lips with his own. He was like a wolf, deprived of its prey for a long time. He could taste the vodka in her mouth which was driving him nuts.

He probed deeper, sliding his tongue inside her mouth, tasting her as their tongues collide. He moaned as pleasure traveled through his body. He wanted more and Brione gave it to him when she started responding to his actions with equal intensity and passion.

He was startled when Brione pushed him to the side and rolled on top of him. She started pulling the hem of his shirt up trying to remove it. He gladly helped her, letting her feel his warmth against her.

"Do you plan to kill me, sweetheart?" he complained when he felt Brione kiss his neck.

"No! I want to return the favor and copy what you did to me this morning. I felt so good that I thought it would be nice to return the favor," Brione whispered next to his ear before licking and sucking his earlobe.

Cedric growled. Brione would really be the death of him if she did not stop this. He knew he had to stop her but his body was not cooperating with his mind at all! Instead, his body was enjoying her every kiss and touch.

"You like it?" Brione asked him with a giggle as she continued planting gentle kisses on his jaw and neck. She was obviously very drunk. His body tensed when she went down and pinched one of his nipples like she was playing with it. He saw her stick out her tongue to lick it.

She was indeed copying what he had done to her this morning! Licking and sucking his nipples alternately, making his length drip with precum.

"Bri. Oh, sweetheart!" he moaned when Brione crawled further down. He felt her breath on his belly button. He panicked when she started to pull down his shorts.

"Bri?!" he called out and moved to sit up on the bed resting his back on the headrest. Brione looked like a temptress in her current position as she crawled closer, with her head raised to stare into his eyes.

"Take it off, I wanna see it," she demanded seductively. He felt his throat dry up.

Brione bit her lip and smiled seductively. Cedric thought that he was going crazy and even questioned whether this was actually a dream or not.

Brione wanted to pull down his shorts which made him wonder what it was that she actually wanted to see. Did she want to check the birthmarks? Seriously? Even in her drunken state? Or was it his manhood she wanted to see?

Even thinking that it might be his manhood that Brione was demanding to see made him so hard that he wanted to rip the shorts off of him and let her see it. He wanted her to appreciate how hard and big it was with her words, touches, and kisses.

"I want to see it," Brione repeated with a pout.

"Please?" Brione pleaded, blinking her eyes rapidly.

"Oh my God…" Cedric felt he would die any moment.