CHAPTER 105: CHAPTER 105: BEGGING FOR MORE

"When did you find out you’re into men?" I asked, my voice quieter than I expected.

The question hung in the air, and for a moment Evric didn’t answer. His chest rose and fell slowly, his laughter fading into something more serious.

"You know..." he began, his voice lower, hesitant. "I found out early. I was in high school then. There was this boy, he attracted me so much I couldn’t stop thinking about him. Every day, I’d sneak glances at him, just to see him smile. Eventually, we started talking on the phone."

I felt my brows lift slightly, curiosity pulling me closer to his words.

"I hadn’t even told him I liked him," Evric continued, a small, bitter smile tugging at his lips. "We were just talking on the phone, nothing more. But I could see it in the way he spoke to me, he liked me too. He was just waiting for me to shoot my shot."

His pause weighed heavy between us, and I leaned forward slightly, almost holding my breath.

"But then... it was around the time Chrisly and I weren’t really close. And he..." Evric’s jaw clenched, "he went to tell my father. He told him I was gay."

My stomach tightened. I straightened in my seat, lips parting slightly, already feeling the sting of betrayal for him. "What happened then?"

"My father called me to his room," he asked quietly. "And good thing I managed to deny it. I denied everything because back then... I feared him so much."

His voice dropped before he even realized it. "And do you know why?"

I shook my head faintly, urging him to go on. "Why?"

He looked back at me, his eyes carrying a mixture of pride and bitterness. "Because my father... he loved me differently from my siblings. More, in a way. I was his favorite."

That truth hit me hard, though it didn’t surprise me. "That’s obvious," I said softly, steady. "You don’t even need to tell anyone that, it shows."

A faint smile flickered across his lips, but it vanished quickly. "That was then. He doesn’t love me anymore. Probably because he found out... I’m gay."

The ache in his voice twisted something inside me. I met his gaze, firm. "He’s still your father. And deep down, you’re aware that’s not true. He still loves you. Maybe not in the way you wanted, but it’s there."

He swallowed hard, looking down at his food. My chest tensed with him.

Then I asked the question that had been burning inside me. "Have you ever tried... with a woman before?"

He looked back up, holding my eyes as he answered without hesitation. "Sincerely, babe, I’ve tried. Twice. Two different times. But I couldn’t get aroused. Not even a little. So I stopped trying. It wasn’t me." His gaze stayed steady on mine, unashamed. "I’m not into women. I love men. And I’m not ashamed of it."

I wanted to say something, but the words stuck. Instead, silence wrapped around me, heavy and unspoken.

Then his lips curved faintly. "You know... recently, I met the guy who reminded me just how deeply I was into men. He was at my cousin’s wedding."

That caught me off guard. I blinked, leaning back a little. "Really?"

"Yes," he said with a nod. "He was for real. The kind of man that pulls your attention the moment he walks in. But I couldn’t talk to him for long."

A strange unease crawled in my chest. "Ohh..." I murmured.

"Good thing, though," he added. "He gave Chrisly his business card."

I froze, my fork suspended in the air. "He did?"

"Yes." His nod was firm, matter-of-fact.

The knot in my stomach tightened as I remembered that card. Slowly, I asked, "That same card... the one I saw on the table last time, you’re talking about that one?"

"Yes," he replied firmly. "That’s the one."

I swallowed, pushing back the twist of doubt forming in my chest. "Okay," I said lightly, though the word came out more clipped than I intended. They were both businessmen of course exchanging cards was normal. There was no reason to let my mind wander down jealous paths.

Shaking the thought off, I picked up my fork again, forcing myself to focus on the food in front of me instead of the storm of questions in my head.

We finished our meal not long after, and the room grew quieter. Evric stretched out on the couch, lying flat on his stomach like he was trying to melt into the cushions.

I glanced at him, a small smile tugging at my lips. He always had this way of looking boyish when he relaxed, and I found myself watching him while I absentmindedly scrolled through my phone.

"Baby," his voice came suddenly, low but tender.

I lifted my eyes from my phone. "Hm?"

"Come here..." he said, his tone carrying a soft plea.

Without hesitation, I set my phone down on the table and stood. My steps were slow but sure as I walked over to him.

"Lie on me," he murmured.

I gave a small laugh and shook my head. "Babe, just rest..."

He cut me off before I could finish, his voice dipping into that vulnerable, almost childlike tone. "Please, love."

The way he said it melted me instantly. I sighed, my resistance crumbling, and carefully climbed onto the couch, lying on top of him. My chest pressed against his as I settled there, listening to the steady thump of his heartbeat beneath my ear.

His hand slid gently up my back, and then I heard him whisper, "Kiss me, baby."

I lifted my head, met his eyes for a brief second, then leaned down and pressed my lips to his. It started soft, a lingering brush, but the taste of him pulled me deeper. Before I knew it, his mouth was moving hungrily against mine.

And that was when I felt his dick, hardness pressing against me through the thin barrier of our clothes. My breath hitched. His body shifted under mine, and the insistent pressure of his erection grew undeniable.

I froze for a moment, then quickly pulled back, my lips parting from his. "Babe, it’s enough," I said firmly, though my own pulse betrayed me with how fast it was racing.

He looked up at me, his eyes glazed with desire, his voice raw. "You won’t leave me like this, right? You can feel I’m hard already..."

I swallowed, caught between wanting to be strong and the heat sparking between us. My gaze met his, and before I could form an answer, he added softly, almost pleading, almost playful... "Babe, I won’t penetrate you. But... can you please do frotting with me?"

I blinked, confusion flickering across my face. "Frotting? What’s that?"

Evric chuckled softly, though his voice was still husky with need. "It’s simple, love... just us rubbing against each other. No penetration, no pain... just feeling each other." His hand slid gently along my waist, his eyes holding mine with that pleading, desperate softness he only showed me.

I hesitated, chewing on my bottom lip. Didn’t we just have intense sex upstairs? Part of me wanted to pull away, to ask why he was already pushing for more. But another part of me, the part already burning from the heat of his body under mine, was curious. And I couldn’t ignore how much I loved seeing him like this, vulnerable and open, trusting me.

"Babe..." he whispered, voice breaking, "please. I just want to feel you."

My chest tightened. God, how am I supposed to say no when he looks at me like that?

I exhaled shakily, then nodded once. "Okay."