23.

Warning: Drug Use & 🔞

This chapter contains depictions of drug use, which is illegal and should not be imitated.

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This is the third night I've slept in this bed instead of my own room. My lower body is tucked under the thick, light grey duvet. A thin laptop rests on top. I'm still idly watching something on Netflix, just keeping the volume low out of consideration for Anwar.

Anwar disappeared into the bathroom. I heard the sound of water hitting the floor for a long time before the door slid open, revealing him wrapped precariously in a towel around his slender hips. The scent of someone freshly showered clung to him. Anwar's charm… even though I've spent so much time with him, I thought I'd be used to it by now, but I'm not. I still get flustered every time I see Anwar in different, less-seen ways – almost naked, with droplets of water clinging to his body and face like this; when he's fast asleep in bed; or even when he's just woken up and his hair is all messy.

"Still awake?" he murmured, grabbing a white t-shirt and pulling on long trousers before tugging the towel away.

"Uh-huh. I’m not really sleepy yet." Actually, I am sleepy. It would be more accurate to say I can’t sleep.

Anwar smiled faintly. Once he’d finished getting ready, he switched off the lights, leaving only one on, then moved onto the bed.

"Need me to lull you to sleep?"

"How do you mean ‘lull me to sleep’?"

At that question, Anwar raised a slight eyebrow. His hand reached out and gently stroked my cheek. "You know how I lull you to sleep."

I didn’t answer immediately. I was really waiting for Anwar to do something; he’d been teasing me just now. But Anwar at this moment seemed much more ready for sleep than for anything else.

"Did you work all day? Are you tired?" I changed the subject.

"More mentally exhausted."

"Why’s that?"

Anwar lay on his side, his handsome face resting against his own palm as he pondered.

"Because I had to sign a contract with a big brand."

"Isn’t that a good thing?" I asked, confused.
Since I followed Anwar’s Instagram, I’d seen a lot. He’d taken on modeling jobs for several brands and regularly posted pictures on Instagram. They might have been photos taken a while ago, but it clearly showed how famous he was and how many big-name brands he worked with.

"It’s a good opportunity, but it clashes with other things. I intended to take a break from modeling to focus on studying first."

"Juggling both must be really tiring, then."

This time, he responded with a faint smile. I hesitated before reaching out to gently brush the hair that had fallen over his face. "You’re amazing. You’re not that much older than me, yet you’ve achieved so much in so many areas."

Anwar blinked. Everything seemed to slow down, as if he was intentionally making me stay here longer. Or maybe I was just staring at his face for too long.

I didn’t know if it was the other person’s gravitational pull or a desire I’d created myself.

I moved my face closer, pressing my lips against his warm lips, a light touch that lingered.

Then Anwar took the lead, slowly pressing in; the kiss felt like a butterfly’s wings, slow, gentle, delicate… sending a flutter to my stomach.

A soft sucking sound began in the silence. The light kiss deepened. I pressed my hands against the bed as Anwar reached out, pulling my waist until I straddled him, before starting to caress me without haste.

His hands moved to my waist, hips, and buttocks, slipping under my thin t-shirt until they reached my chest.

"Uh," I tensed. A thrill shot through me to my toes as his fingers teased my nipples. As I braced myself, Anwar nuzzled into my neck, seizing the moment.

"You… you…" I mumbled, shrinking away from the tickle. In the blink of an eye, my body was flipped onto the bed.

"Yes?" Anwar met my gaze from close up.

I stopped, gazing at his brown eyes and long lashes. My hand rose to touch his dark
eyebrows, caressing his face until he closed one eye. I then used my thumb to gently trace his eyelid.

"Your eyes are beautiful."

A small smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, before widening as if he were
embarrassed.

"Yours are beautiful too," he whispered, pressing a kiss to my eyelid, then pulling away to kiss my jawline and ear. "Everything about you is beautiful."

What should I do? I know it's probably just polite flattery, but my face feels like it's on fire.

I narrowed my eyes until they closed as his tall frame lowered. Warm lips nibbled a path down my skin until my shirt was lifted. My body jolted when he lightly nibbled my stomach. It didn’t hurt, but it sent everything inside me reeling.

The dreamy mood, so carefully cultivated, was shattered by a scraping sound at the door. It continued despite Anwar pretending not to hear it.

"Wh-what’s that?"

"Phoebe," he sighed, groaning softly. Anwar lifted his head, looked at me, then reluctantly got up to open the door for a plump cream-colored cat that sauntered in, weaving between the legs of tables and chairs before jumping onto the bed to snuggle up next to me.

Anwar returned to stand at the foot of the bed, his eyes fixed on Phoebe. But the cat
responded by turning onto its back and yawning widely, a soft purr rumbling in its throat.

I watched the unfolding scene: Anwar looking like he wanted to wring Phoebe's neck, and the cat sprawled across the bed, completely unconcerned. I chuckled softly.

"I think we need to get rid of her," Anwar said, moving back to the bed, close to me, with Phoebe nestled between us.

"Does she usually sleep here?"

"Sometimes. It depends on her mood."

"She’s adorable," I reached out to stroke Phoebe’s chin, causing her to lift her head. Seeing that, I continued to stroke behind her ears, her cheeks, and then her neck. "Who named her?"

"Me," Anwar replied, reaching out to help stroke her tail, causing Phoebe to purr even louder.

"Why that name?"

"Because when I got her, she loved to sleep in my Celine bag. So I named her Phoebe,
because the bag was from the collection Phoebe Philo designed for the brand," he
explained, removing his hand from Phoebe and crossing his arms.

"Oh, I see," I bent down to look closer. Phoebe was wearing a white leather collar with a silver heart charm. "Pandora?" I read the brand name engraved on the charm.

"Hmm."

I fell silent for a moment, listening only to Phoebe’s purr, as something I’d once heard came to mind. "In Thailand… there was a senior in my faculty who used to buy Pandora bracelets for the women he slept with. Everyone he was involved with wore the same bracelet."

It felt like a walking trophy. I never felt comfortable hearing his group talk about this over drinks. It never felt like something to be proud of.

"What do you think?"

Anwar frowned slightly as I spoke, but he didn’t say anything until I asked. Then he said, "I don't get it. I don’t understand why someone would do that. I don’t even like the idea of others treating others as possessions or looking at them that way, so there’s no reason to do it to others just because we’ve slept together."

I nodded.

Anwar viewed sex as inherently linked with fairness. In many of our conversations on this topic, that perspective always emerges. The idea of not owning someone simply because of sex, of not being possessive or having power over them just because you've slept together—it’s something I rarely encounter, especially in circles filled with people holding strange views, like that senior.

"My ex could have been the type like that too," I remarked, stopping the hand that was scratching Phoebe as I remembered how P'Phim drank with that senior. He was one of those who still laughed at those awkward jokes.

"Did you like him a lot back then?" Anwar’s expression was neutral, and I couldn’t
understand why he asked that.

I nodded. "I guess I really did, to the point where I accepted many things I probably shouldn’t have."

"And now?"

"Now it’s better. I haven’t thought about him in quite a while." I smiled at Anwar. My gratitude was kept to myself; Anwar was part of what made the days pass easily, especially in the early days after my breakup with P'Phim. He had been there for me since things were still complicated. Even when I felt irritated with myself, Anwar never complained or showed any signs of annoyance, not once.

Anwar stared at me for a moment, a small smile creeping at the corner of his mouth as he shook his head. "No, I didn’t ask to know about that."

"What I mean is..."

"No, what I wanted to ask is: do you like anyone now?"

"Like… I guess I’m not really sure if I like you?" I replied, feeling a rush of emotions and answering in a calm voice. "What about you? Do you like me?"

I knew Anwar was someone who completely separated the meanings of liking and loving.

When Helena asked, he easily admitted he liked her but refused to answer when Helena switched to the word 'love'.
Right now, I wasn't necessarily curious if Anwar loved me... I just wanted to know if he liked me in that way.

The other party smiled at my straightforward words, his tall frame sliding down to rest on my lap. His warm palm lifted to touch the back of my neck, gently pulling my face down to meet his. Our noses brushed against each other before he pressed his lips against mine without probing with his tongue.

I fisted his shirt lightly until Anwar pulled away. I felt the urge to turn my face away in embarrassment, but I bravely held his gaze, meeting his charming smile.

"Look at you... how could I not like you?"

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It felt strange, unfamiliar, but undeniably good.

I woke up that morning, the third morning I’d woken with a heavy arm draped across my waist. Turning, I saw Anwar fast asleep, his breathing steady. He was a very deep sleeper; it seemed he only woke if someone shook him or a loud alarm went off. He was still oblivious when I removed his arm and slid out of bed.

His scent lingered everywhere – on the bed, in the room. I’d never realized how different everyone smelled before, as I’d only ever really noticed scents if someone wore perfume or cologne. I only realized this after entering different people's bedrooms. Seo’s room had a different scent, as did Gus’s or Nile's. Anwar’s room… had a scent I really liked.

It wasn’t foul, it wasn’t like the strong scent of perfume. It was just…a scent I could bury my face in, snuggle into the blankets carrying that scent, and fall asleep feeling content.

"Going to class?" Anwar’s deep voice was a little husky. He held a mug of hot coffee. On the counter in front of him was a sandwich on a white plate. “Hungry? I made you one.”

"Uh, thanks," I said, walking over to place my books and iPad on the bar before sliding onto a high stool. I still had some time. Actually, I’d planned to grab something to eat nearby before class.

We’d stayed up pretty late last night. After countless kisses – my lips were still a little sore – I was wide awake, so Anwar ended up pulling an all-nighter watching Netflix with me. We didn’t do anything else; just watched TV, with Anwar occasionally stroking my back and intertwining our fingers. He wasn’t even really watching; he seemed to be just lying there thinking, using my hand as a sort of toy. By the time I started to get sleepy, Anwar was yawning so hard he was tearing up.

"Are you going out today?"

Anwar shook his head slightly as he took a sip of his coffee. "I’ll probably be working here all day. It’s nice to have some time at home."

It was rare for Anwar to stay in. He seemed to always have something going on – modeling jobs, studio work, helping friends or acquaintances, dates, movies, the gym, business meetings, drinks, parties. I remember the early days here; I’d only see him occasionally. At the busiest times, I’d only catch a glimpse of his back or exchange a quick greeting as he changed clothes or grabbed something.

But lately, I felt like I was seeing him much more often. Not to mention the fact that I’ve spent three nights in a row in Anwar’s bedroom.

"You know, I thought you were the type who didn’t like staying home."

"Why do you think that?" He raised an eyebrow.

"Because you’re almost never home! You seem like a social butterfly, always out and about. You seem to have, like, a hundred social circles."

"That’s a little exaggerated," Anwar chuckled softly, running a hand over his jaw. "Believe it or not, I actually prefer to stay home, quietly, by myself."

"I can more easily picture you at a party than quietly at home alone."

This time, he actually laughed out loud.
"I’m good at parties, too. But if I had to choose what’s more comfortable, it’d be staying home."

"You go out because you’re invited," I summarized, and he nodded in agreement.

"Yes, I go out because I’m invited."

"That’s so different from me. I don’t get invited out much. I don’t have many friends," I said, finishing my sandwich and walking over to the fridge to pour myself some orange juice.

"Why is that?"

"Because I’m not fun to be around. I’m probably not that entertaining," I insisted, my face flushing as I thought about that reason. Looking over at Anwar, I saw a small smile playing on his lips.

"Why do you think that? I’d love to invite you out more often."

"But you don’t," I teased, only to be pulled into a loose hug, his handsome face leaning in close.

"Since I don’t invite you, I figured being inside would be more fun."

I narrowed my eyes, unsure what he actually meant. But because it was ambiguous, coupled with his mischievous expression, I felt my face heat up and quickly pushed him away.

"Are you being flirtatious? Why do you talk so flirtatiously?"

"Then stop being so cute when you’re embarrassed. That way, I won’t want to tease you."

"Hey!" I yelped, my heart pounding so hard I involuntarily raised a finger to his face, before he made me want to disappear from the planet by lightly biting my fingertip.

"Look, someone’s blushing like a tomato," he mumbled, his sharp teeth still lightly biting my finger. I pulled my hand away, turning my face, my hands awkwardly going up to touch my face.

"I’m going to class now,"

I quickly changed the subject, grabbing my textbooks and other things and hugging them to my chest. I heard Anwar chuckle softly before his arm wrapped around me, preventing me from leaving.

"Shall I give you a ride?"

"But it’s not far. I can walk."

"It’s more comfortable to go by car than to walk, isn’t it? I don’t want you to get tired."

"Why…?"

"I want you to save your energy for when you come back."

We parted with that suggestive comment. Before I got out of the car, Anwar still pulled my wrist and said in a low, soft voice, a voice that felt like a coaxing, "Come back quickly."

I could barely concentrate on my studies. What the professor was saying went in one ear and out the other. My mind kept drifting to inappropriate thoughts; lewd images replayed endlessly. When the long class finally ended, I quickly closed my books, gathered everything, and headed straight home, even though I briefly considered going for a leisurely stroll for an hour. But in the blink of an eye, I was standing in front of my house.

Two cars parked in front surprised me. One was Anwar's black Benz, and the other was
Hazel's car. She hadn't been home much since making up with Ruby. Going upstairs was even more surprising, because everyone was there. Audrey was sitting cross-legged on the sofa, a large bowl of sweets on her lap. Ruby was busy at the counter, preparing something.

Jasper and Hazel were standing at the bar, close to each other, as was Anwar, standing on the other side.

"You’re back!" Jasper greeted, raising his beer glass enthusiastically. "Let’s have a beer!"

"In celebration of…?" These people were always finding any excuse for a party, especially Jasper. He’d celebrate the completion of any project, no matter how big or small, by summoning everyone for a celebration.

"We’re engaged." That answer made my eyes widen, especially since it came from Hazel.

After saying that, she casually ran a hand through her dark brown hair. A faint blush colored her light tan cheeks, while Ruby chuckled softly and showed off a simple silver ring on her finger.

"We’ve been trying to guess who proposed for the past half hour, but they wouldn’t tell us,"

Audrey announced from the sofa.

"Congratulations," I said quickly, regaining my composure. I heard them both murmur a soft 'thank you,' their wide smiles still in place.

"Oh, it’s time. If we’re late, James will shut the house and run away again!" Jasper pointed at his watch before looking at Anwar. "Let’s go."

Anwar turned to look at me, a thoughtful expression on his face, leaving me wondering about what he was thinking.
"No need, I’ll go myself. You can stay and help with the cooking."

"Why? Do you even remember the way to James’s house?"

"I remember… I’ll take the new kid to try some new things." When Anwar nodded at me, Jasper immediately dropped his suspicious look. A wide smile appeared on his lips.

"Ah, that’s it! Go ahead, have fun!"

"Go? Go where?" I looked at everyone, but no one answered, only smiling. Ruby chuckled softly and shook her head.
"Have fun,"

And that 'Have fun'.. what kind of fun was it referring to?

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"Two hundred. For this quality, I'm already giving you a discount, and throwing in extras too." I stood shrinking in the background, already knowing what the new things meant. I asked Anwar in the car, and he just kept grinning and saying, "Go get the goods." I had a bad feeling about the 'goods' he was referring to, and it turned out to be exactly what I suspected.

"Think of it as a congratulatory gift for Hazel," the bear-like man said casually. This was James, the one Jasper had mentioned; a big guy with long hair braided down his back and a long beard framing his face, giving him more of a 70s hippie look. He wore a beige tank top with a rainbow peace sign printed in the center, and the words I LOVE WEED! underneath. Well…it did match what he sold.

"Got any leftover joints?"

"Uh, I think I have two or three left? Want them?" James raised an eyebrow, walked back to his computer desk, and opened a silver rectangular box. "Yeah, there are four. If you take them all, I’ll charge you… hmm, twelve."

"Okay." Anwar nodded, took everything, and lightly tapped my shoulder. "Let’s go."
He still seemed relaxed, unlike me, who felt strangely small and awkward, like a nerdy Asian character in a Netflix teen series. We got back in the car, and Anwar glanced at me sitting silently.

"He sells the best stuff in New York, at reasonable prices. Jasper and Hazel buy from him all the time, that’s how they became friends."

"Why did you bring me along? Was it to get me to buy some?"

"No, I just wanted to take you for a drive." That answer made me raise an eyebrow.

I lowered my eyes, looking at the neatly arranged weed joints in the ziplock bag. Although I’d smoked one once, Jasper had offered me, I’d choked and felt a burning sensation in my chest. It still made me wonder exactly how people felt when they smoked this stuff.

"Can I try?"

Anwar looked surprised, but I sensed it was only an act. The handsome face nodded slightly.

"Go ahead," he offered, even handing me his own lighter.

I’d smoked several cigarettes, so I thought I might be able to handle the stuff better this time.

At least, better than last time.

Click…

I grabbed a joint. After sniffing its fragrant aroma, I lit it and put it to my lips.

"Be careful," Anwar murmured softly. He kept glancing over, as if checking if I was okay.

"Don’t take too big a hit. It’s strong."

"I remember," I nodded, trying to follow his instructions by taking short puffs. I didn’t choke and tear up like last time, but it was distinctly different from a cigarette. I felt the warmth flow deep into my chest. I held that tightness for several seconds before slowly releasing it as a thin stream of smoke.

It felt… strange…

I furrowed my brow, feeling myself relax enough to try a deeper inhale. I heard Anwar chuckle softly. He let me smoke, letting me play with my new toy as he drove at speed.

"This is nice…" I whispered to myself, but Anwar heard it.

"If you like it, I’ll bring you for a night drive." When I looked over, Anwar pointed to the streetlights. "You’ll see these lights."
I nodded, using the opportunity to study his face again. His dark eyebrows framed eyes that kept glancing at me. I liked it when he smiled, because Anwar usually just smiled slightly; I rarely saw the dimples on his cheeks. They only appeared when Anwar laughed or smiled widely… and it made him look incredibly good.

"I want to kiss you," I said quietly, tilting my head to look at him, leaning my cheek against the leather seat.

"I didn’t know joints made you want to kiss someone," he said playfully.

"No… I want to try," I licked my drying lips, meeting Anwar’s gaze as he looked at me
inquisitively.

For a split second, I was sure I saw a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Make me want to stop the car."

"…?"

"If I stop the car, we can kiss."

My breath hitched. It took me a few seconds to realize he was teasing me. I narrowed my eyes as Anwar pretended to ignore me and focused on driving. My gaze drifted downward, my mind racing to figure out how to make him stop. Then I smirked, having an idea, and moved my hand to his strong thigh beneath his black trousers.

I pressed against it and leaned closer. The joint was brought to my lips again. The hand resting on his thigh started moving in a circular caress.

"I heard that when you smoke weed, you get cravings for sweets."

Anwar froze, his whole body tensing as I moved my hand closer to his crouch I hid my smile behind a calm expression before looking up at him, coaxingly.

"If I want to try… will you let me?"

"Jesus," a low, husky voice murmured. "Go ahead."

The sentence sounded like a half-permission, half-dare.

He was in his pyjamas.

I swallowed… as my hand touched him, encountering his naked body directly. He wasn't wearing underwear. It wasn't unusual; sometimes Anwar dressed like this at home.

I leaned down and kissed his strong hip. Anwar, expertly, quickly took the joint from my hand. Once my hands were free, I grabbed his already engorged dick and began to slowly stroke it. Even through the fabric of his pants, the intense heat filled my hand instantly.

Anwar exhaled. He smoked the joint himself. The fragrant scent filled the car, adding to the intoxication. I didn't know where I found this confidence. Was it the weed, or Anwar's encouraging demeanor that emboldened me?

He seemed to like it.

I kissed above his swollen dick, lightly sucking on the fabric along its length. Looking up, I saw Anwar looking down at me. He reached into my hair, gently tugging before pulling my head down to his groin.

"Take it out."

I didn't immediately comply, choosing to tease him further until I heard Anwar sigh with a hint of frustration. Only then did I slowly slip my hand into his pants. The warmth of his strong abdomen sent shivers through me, and the sensation of his even hotter dick scattered my thoughts, forcing me to regain my composure.

It's not like I've never seen it or touched it before. When will I stop being so shy?

I slowly lowered his pants, revealing his hot body. Anwar glanced at me repeatedly, seeming distracted. A soft moan escaped his throat the moment my tongue touched the tip of his dick, taking it into my mouth. I slowly licked it all over. The hand that had been on his neck squeezed lightly before releasing and returning to his hair.

"Mmm."

I lowered my head further until his entire form filled my mouth. I'm feeling more confident with each time. The more confident I became, the bolder I grew.

"Ah… you…" Anwar inhaled deeply as I intentionally used my mouth to clamp down, sucking hard while moving my head up and down.

I felt the car accelerate. The temperature in the car rose, too. I used my hand to hold the part of him I couldn't fit in my mouth and began to stroke him, matching the rhythm of my mouth. I heard a rough, whispered curse word.

I remembered the first time Anwar teased me—the agonizing mix of pain and pleasure that left me confused and crying. The thought made me slow my pace immediately.

The intense passion turned into a slow, tender touch.

The car lurched violently before returning to normal, as if Anwar realized he was pressing the gas pedal too hard. He clenched his jaw, his jawline tensing. He didn't look down at me, letting me continue to tease his body at my leisure.

The car lurched again, then stopped abruptly, causing me to lose my balance. But Anwar caught me. His beautiful eyes gleamed dangerously as a small smile curved his lips.

"Having fun?"

"Mmm..." I licked my lips, looked around, then turned back to give him a sweet smile. "You've parked the car, haven't you?" (TAENA CAR FUN NA YOHOOOO)

It was like a dead end, filled with lots of stacked large boxes and baskets.

"Come here, nasty kid," he chuckled briefly before grabbing the back of my neck and pulling me close. "Give me a kiss."

I don't know what I did to arouse him, but Anwar was clearly more aroused than before.

I blinked before leaning in to press a kiss to his warm lips. He immediately returned the kiss, a deep, passionate kiss, his tongue entering my mouth. The intense kiss made my whole body tingle; my body shuddered slightly when Anwar grabbed my hand and held it against his erect dick.

Without waiting for him to ask for anything more, I squeezed his dick firmly and stroked it to the end of its length. Anwar pulled away from the kiss and began to shower kisses on my neck, nibbling and sucking at my skin.

"Ah... uh... Why do you like my neck so much?" I've noticed this many times. Anwar is always drawn to the area around my neck. Sometimes he just touches it, sometimes he nibbles and sucks.

It's an intriguing spot.

It's ticklish, making me want to shrink away, raising goosebumps, but it also feels so good that I want to make it easier for him.

"Cause you smell nice... and warm," he added softly, licking my delicate skin until I involuntarily held my breath. "Don't you like it?"

"No..."

"Then let me kiss you properly," he whispered seductively in my ear. I nodded slightly, unconsciously using my thumb to rub in a circle on his now-wet dick, making Anwar laugh.

"Damn, that's some grinding," he said, tilting my chin until our lips met again. "Can we change it up?"

"Wh...What do you mean?"

"This grinding."

I released his dick, blushing so intensely my ears rang and my vision swam, but I wasn't
ready to give in easily. Anwar leaned back in the seat, creating more space in front of him before patting his lap lightly.

"Come here."

As I climbed onto him, Anwar leaned back against the seat, relaxed. My crotch was
precariously positioned against his.

As I awkwardly tried to figure out where to position myself, Anwar pulled me into a
face-to-face position. His knees were pressed against my hips, so close I feared I'd fall into the gap beside the seat if I moved.
Anwar said nothing. He took several deep drags from his joint, waiting patiently until I pressed my buttocks against his hardness before offering a faint smile and exhaling a plume of light smoke from both his mouth and nose.

Damn... this man.

Why does he even look sexy just smoking weed?

He handed the joint back to me, raising an eyebrow. A small smile played on his lips as he watched me intently.

"Slowly," his husky voice murmured. "Keep the fire burning."

I didn't know what he meant, but I mimicked what Anwar had done earlier. His warm hand grabbed my hips and squeezed hard. "Good boy."

That praise made my heart swell.

I held my breath, taking another drag of the joint while meeting Anwar's gaze without
flinching.

"Ah," Anwar suddenly cut me off mid-breath, capturing my lips before I could exhale. His warm tongue invaded my mouth, swirling and tangling until my senses spun. His hand kneaded my buttocks, sliding under my shirt and pausing at my back.

He sucked on my lower lip, then my upper, a deep, passionate kiss that stole my breath.

When I pushed against him, Anwar held on for several seconds before finally releasing me, allowing me to gasp for air.

"Burst," he said, a smirk playing on his lips as he exhaled smoke through his nose. He lifted a finger to wipe away the tears welling in my eyes.

"Don't tell your mom I taught you that," he said jokingly.

"Tell her what?"

I held up the stub of the joint. "This...?"

"That too," he nodded, his hands moving lower to my hips, forcing me to grind against him.

"And this."

My face burned. Anwar controlled my body as easily as if he were playing a video game.

Though I owned my body, all I could feel was my body grinding on his.

"This," he meant sex.

"Want to try?"

"Here?"

"Yes, here." (ilugar niyo kalibugan niyo oy nako nako)

I raised my hand to touch his sculpted cheek. Excitement surged. Anwar leaned in, kissing me gently, tenderly, as if the suggestive act he'd just initiated hadn't just happened.

"What if...what if someone walks by, or sees us?" The thought of being caught like this
terrified me.

Anwar shook his head, burying his face and nibbling at my neck. "No one comes here at this time."

"How do you know? Do you bring people here often?" I feigned indifference.

Anwar paused, raising an eyebrow and studying me. "And if I do?"

I didn't answer; I hadn't prepared a response.

"Do you want to stop, or do you want to keep going and forget about everyone else?"

I didn't know what was implied in that sentence, but the moment I heard it, I leaned towards the latter option without thinking. This must be what the feeling of wanting to win feels like.

Instead of answering, I kissed his ear, licking it until it flushed. Immediately, Anwar turned back to kiss me.

"You're damn sexy," he said.

"Who taught you that?" I frowned, pushed up against him until my chest was level with his. My shirt was pulled up high, exposing my body to his gaze. The earlier argument vanished. I tensed as my nipple was drawn into his perfectly formed mouth. His hot tongue flicked, making my legs weak.

My whole body felt light, especially in my stomach.

"Ah...Uh," I bit my lower lip hard. A shock of pleasure, like electricity, coursed through me. It felt so good that I wrapped my arms around his strong neck, pressing myself closer. He had said to tell him if I liked or disliked something, to express myself. After doing that, Anwar tilted his head, using his tongue to tease my nipple with practiced skill, leaving me breathless.

The closer I saw his tongue move, the more I saw my own flushed nipple, the hotter I felt, like I was being consumed by fire.

The joint in my hand was abandoned in the coffee cup.

"Turn around, good boy," he murmured, a command I obeyed without question. My pants were roughly pulled down. Turning, I saw him pulling out a condom and lubricant.

"You carry that stuff around all the time?"

"You never know when you might need it."

I bit my lip, turning to look towards the front of the car, pressing my cheek against the black steering wheel until he lifted my hips.

"Someone said he'll try doing it himself, but I haven't seen it yet," Anwar purred.

I had promised, but during my last sexual encounter, I was too shy to do anything. Just lying beneath him and trying to move my hips made me so embarrassed I almost exploded. If it weren't for the pleasure and Anwar's praise, I wouldn't have dared continue.

"I'm just shy."

"Then we'll have to do it often until you're not shy anymore."

"Ah," His slow voice seduced me before I could react. My butt twitched upwards from the coolness of the lubricant and his probing finger. "Mmm."

"Does it hurt?"

"N-no," I breathed deeply, pressing my face against the steering wheel. My hips were
pushed high, and I didn't need to look to know how embarrassing my posture must look right now.

Soon his finger went deeper. Perhaps because it had only been two days since my last two encounters, my body was already accustomed to his touch. Anwar explored slowly and gently.

"Blue, can you do it for me?" he coaxed, leaning down to kiss my bare back. He asked that, even with three fingers still inside me, as if urging an answer by exploring my body until I tensed.

"Ah... Aa... Okay," I dug my toes into my sneakers, meeting his gaze. "Don't tease me."

"How could I tease you... when you're the one moving?" He didn't just say it; he pressed my hips down until I felt the burning core of his body pressed close. I swallowed. When Anwar finally withdrew his fingers, I slowly lowered my hips, accepting him inch by inch.

It started with discomfort. I bit my lower lip, using both hands to grip his thighs tightly.

It was better than the first time, but that didn't mean it was easy, especially since I had to do everything myself like this.

"Can you help me?"

Anwar groaned softly, answering my plea by using both hands to support my hips, while he moved himself deeper, deeper, until my legs went weak. "Take a deep breath."

I obeyed.

"That's it, good boy..." He massaged and parted my buttocks until I relaxed, before thrusting the rest of himself inside in one go, making me cry out.

"Aaah!" I was sitting straddling his strong thighs. The intense pleasure drained all my strength. Before I could catch my breath, Anwar pushed me forward and began thrusting his hips in and out.

"Ah, you..." I was being pounded, my body swaying, my heart racing wildly. It felt so good that my mind went blank. My eyelids fluttered shut, making the sensations even more intense.

"Ah!"

Anwar thrust into me forcefully, making me flinch before he stopped and pulled me back into a tight embrace. His hands clamped onto my chest, causing me to jolt again as he kneaded my nipples until they were hard and erect. The force of his embrace, combined with the grinding and friction of his hips against mine, made me feel like a small prey pinned against a predator. Just as I was regaining my composure to do something, Anwar pulled me closer with another powerful thrust.

"Mmm."

"Can you move for me?" He gently nuzzled my back with his nose. "Please?"

His plea pushed down my embarrassment. Even though my legs felt weak, I wanted to
satisfy him. I reached up and gripped the steering wheel for support, beginning to move my hips up and down.

Starting slowly, I increased the pace when I heard him moan behind me.

As I was bouncing on his lap I was pressed against his stomach and strong chest. I felt
everything, every rhythm of our bodies pressing together. The temperature in the car rose steadily, but I made myself sweat even more by accelerating the thrusting.

Part of me was driven mad by pleasure, the other by anxiety about someone passing by.

"Ah... Aa..." Before I knew it, I was going so fast my legs were almost numb with exhaustion, my breath catching in my throat. Anwar seemed to sense it; he grabbed my waist, slowing the pace before gently circling my hips.

"Tired?"

"Uh, tired..." My forehead was sweating, not to mention my back and legs. My long pants felt heavy, my toes light; it felt like all my senses were concentrated solely on the point of our coupling.

"Then turn around and face me."

As soon as he finished speaking, he flipped me over himself. The seat reclined fully, and I landed heavily against his strong chest. I clutched his t-shirt in my hand, letting Anwar reposition me back to how I was before. Our bodies were pressed together against the leather seat. His large body pressed back into me. I bit my lip. When I looked up into Anwar's eyes, the embarrassment that had momentarily faded returned with a vengeance. His handsome face was flushed – he was biting his lower lip lightly – then he began to thrust into me again. I playfully slipped my fingers inside his t-shirt, pulling it up high, mimicking how his shirt was bunched up on my chest. I trailed my fingers across his beautifully defined muscles, in rhythm with Anwar's increasingly forceful thrusts.

"Ah!" Goosebumps erupted. I raised my hands to cover my face because I'd just cried out.

The hot, rapid strokes were intensely pleasurable, almost unbearable.

It felt like I was losing consciousness. My eyes fluttered shut as the hem of his shirt was tugged higher to stifle my moans.

"Such a tease."

"Ah... Ah... Mmm!" A husky whisper came from below before Anwar moved so rapidly it made me jolt, not unlike the car. My trembling legs were weak. As I started to slide to the side of the seat, Anwar quickly grabbed my legs and squeezed them tightly.

"Excited, are you?" Anwar narrowed his eyes. His smile made his handsome face look even more mischievous. "Squeezing me so tightly."

I pressed my lips together, not answering. It felt like he was teasing me because he suddenly slowed his movements, giving me a brief respite.

But the moment I relaxed, Anwar accelerated again, making me moan uncontrollably.

"D-Don't stop," I gasped, leaning forward and bracing my hands on the seat. My rounded buttocks bounced with each impact, a sensation I felt intensely. "Y-Ahh..."

I gritted my teeth. My mind was overwhelmed; I was only aware of the intense pleasure building within me. Anwar moved as if he instinctively knew how to give me the most pleasure, and I cried out, pleading,

"Don't tease me... Ah!"

"Damn..."

"I'm gonna... I'm gonna cum!" I shouted involuntarily, burying my face in his broad shoulder as my body spasmed repeatedly, my orgasm soaking his beautiful stomach.
Anwar gritted his teeth, shifting to a powerful, deep rhythm, emphasizing the sensitive point until I writhed in ecstasy. My body was even more sensitive after my first orgasm; tears welled up in my eyes, even though he wasn't teasing me like he had the first two times.

"Damn," Anwar growled low in his throat, his dark brows furrowed. He gave one final, powerful thrust before I felt his body spasm within me. Anwar breathed heavily, his chest rising and falling, his face flushed from his neck up.

He broke into a wide grin, revealing his teeth. His beautiful eyes fluttered slowly, like butterfly wings, before he looked down at me. Slowly, I unclenched my hands from his shirt and the seat.

I felt his heavy touch on my bottom; his fingers spread my cheeks before he slowly withdrew, his eyes sparkling.

"Screw what everyone at home thinks," he murmured, his finger slipping into my still-wet entrance before circling the opening. "You're so damn huggable."

"How can we? Hazel's engagement is tonight, we need to go back," I mumbled, feeling incredibly shy at his blunt words. Anwar, however, just stared at me, his other hand trailing down my bare leg before gripping my thigh so hard that a handprint appeared.

"And what am I supposed to do? I don't want to let go of you."