Pregnant for the straight CEO-Chapter 90

~Anning~

I stood outside Hana’s door for like five whole minutes after the cab dropped me off, heart slamming against my ribs so hard I thought the neighbors could hear it, phone still clutched in my hand from that last text I sent her coming home now, don’t leave, like some desperate loser who just realized she’d been in love with her best friend for years and couldn’t even finish a makeout session with a hot guy because all I could think about was her stupid face.

I knocked. Hard. Three times. Bang bang bang.

The door flew open and there she was, fresh from the shower again? No, wait, same pajamas as when I left for the club, hair damp, holding a spoon with ice cream on it, staring at me like I’d grown a second head.

"Ning? What the hell, I thought you were... "

I didn’t let her finish. I just pushed inside, slammed the door with my foot, grabbed her face, and kissed her like I’d been dying to for longer than I wanted to admit. She made this surprised squeak, spoon clattering to the floor, ice cream splatting somewhere, but then her hands were on my waist pulling me closer and oh gosh finally.

She broke away first, breathing heavy, eyes wide. "Whoa, whoa, slow down. What happened? You okay? Did that guy hurt you or... "

"Shut up," I muttered, kissing her again, pushing her backward toward the bedroom because if I stopped I’d chicken out and I couldn’t stop now. She stumbled a little, laughing into my mouth, confused as hell but not stopping me.

We hit the bed and I shoved her down onto it, climbing on top, knees on either side of her hips, kissing her neck now because her skin tasted like that coconut body wash she always uses and I was losing my mind.

"Anning," she gasped, hands in my hair, tugging a little. "What the fuck is going on? You left with that dude like an hour ago and now you’re oh shit..... attacking me?"

I laughed against her collarbone, biting lightly because why not. "Yeah, pretty much. I couldn’t do it. Couldn’t let him touch me. Kept thinking about you and it felt wrong and I told him bye and ran here because apparently I’m obsessed with you."

She arched up when I slid my hand under her shirt, fingers tracing her stomach, and she let out this breathy laugh. "Obsessed? That’s new. You sure you’re not just drunk and horny from ovulation?"

"Both," I admitted, kissing her jaw. "But mostly the obsessed part. Have been for a while. Just didn’t realize until some random guy’s tongue was down my throat and all I wanted was yours."

She flipped us suddenly, pinning me under her, grinning down with that sarcastic little smirk that always made my stomach flip. "Oh, so I’m the rebound now? Cute."

"No," I whined, pulling her back down. "You’re not rebound. You’re the whole damn thing. Always have been. Now stop talking and kiss me."

She did. Hard. Hands everywhere, shirts coming off fast, mine first then hers, and we were laughing and gasping and rolling around like idiots. Her bra was in the way so I reached back and fumbled with the clasp, cursing when it wouldn’t open.

"Jesus, why are these things so complicated," I muttered.

She reached back herself, undid it one-handed like a pro. "Practice. Lots of practice. You jealous?"

"Yes," I snapped, pulling it off and tossing it across the room. "Very. No more practice with anyone else."

She barked a laugh. "Bossy. I like it."

Her hands on my back, my legs wrapped around her, grinding slowly because the ache was killing me and she felt so good. I kissed down her chest, biting a little because she kept making these noises that drove me crazy.

"Fuck, Ning," she groaned, fingers tight in my hair. "You’re gonna kill me."

"Good," I muttered, sliding lower, but she pulled me back up, kissing me deep and dirty.

"Not yet. I want more of this first."

She found that spot on my neck that made me see stars and I found out she goes completely weak when I bite her ear. It was messy and perfect and so us.

Eventually I couldn’t take it anymore. The ovulation thing was screaming and I was soaked and desperate. I pulled back just enough to look at her, face flushed, lips swollen.

"Can I..." I started, then stopped, suddenly shy which was ridiculous because we’d just been half naked grinding like teenagers.

"Can you what?" she teased, thumb brushing my lip.

I swallowed. "Can I... finger you? Like, can I use my fingers on you? Inside? I wanna make you feel good and I....omg this is weird saying out loud."

She stared at me for a second then burst out laughing, head thrown back. "Weird? That’s what you’re going with? After you basically tackled me into bed?"

"Shut up," I groaned, hiding my face in her neck. "It’s my first time asking a girl this, okay? Sue me."

She cupped my cheek, still smiling but softer now. "Yes. Obviously yes. But only if I can do the same to you after. Deal?"

"Deal," I breathed, kissing her again as my hand slid down, shaking a little because nerves but mostly excitement.

She guided me at first, showing me what she liked, whispering stuff like "slower" and "right there" and "fuck yes" until she was arching off the bed, moaning my name loud enough I had to kiss her to muffle it.

When she came it was beautiful, her whole body shaking, nails digging into my shoulders, gasping against my mouth. I felt like a god.

Then she flipped me over, eyes dark. "My turn."

And holy shit. She knew exactly what she was doing. Fingers sliding in easy because I was so ready, thumb on my clit, kissing my chest while she curled them just right. I lasted like two minutes before I was yelling her name, legs shaking, seeing white.

We lay there after, panting, tangled up, her head on my chest.

"That was..." I started.

"Insane," she finished, laughing softly. "In the best way."

"Yeah."

She propped up on an elbow, looking down at me, hair messy, lips red. "So. What made you do this all of a sudden? Like, seriously. You were straight as an arrow yesterday. Engaged to Min. Hating on girls who liked girls. Now you’re fingering me like you’ve done it a hundred times. What flipped the switch?"

I opened my mouth. Closed it. Bit my lip. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

She raised an eyebrow. "Spill."