webnovelfull Chapter 364: Accident? [18+]
Chapter 364: Accident? [18+]
Kyle dragged himself to his bedroom after covering Aiysha with the blanket on the couch. The day’s emotional weight pressed down on him like a lead blanket, and though his stomach growled for dinner, his body rebelled. He hadn’t even bothered to heat up leftovers or grab a snack—just stripped down to his boxers, flicked off the main light, and collapsed onto the mattress. Exhaustion hit hard, pulling him under before he could even process the bizarre ice cream they’d shared or the way Aiysha’s laughter had lit up the room for a fleeting moment. His eyelids drooped, muscles went slack, and sleep claimed him fully, snoring rumbling from his chest like a distant engine.
Ella’s key to the apartment meant no frantic doorbell rings would jolt him awake if she dropped by. She knew the layout, trusted the space, and wouldn’t bat an eye at Aiysha crashed out on the couch. Hell, Ella herself would appreciate she didn’t find her on his bed.
But Aiysha couldn’t settle. The couch, though soft, felt lumpy under her curves, the blanket too warm against her skin flushed from earlier tears and that odd, lingering buzz from the drinks. She tossed for what felt like hours, staring at the ceiling, her mind replaying the afternoon’s confessions and Kyle’s steady kindness. Around 8 PM, she sat up, rubbing her eyes, the apartment quiet except for the low hum of the fridge and Kyle’s unmistakable snores echoing from his room.
Home waited empty—Jones off god-knows-where, Clarissa packed off to her grandmother’s for the school holiday break. No warm lights, no chatter, just silence that amplified her loneliness. She didn’t want to go back to that yet. Staying here a little longer, even if it meant hovering in this borrowed space, felt safer.
Padding barefoot to Kyle’s bedroom door, she hesitated, hand on the knob. His snores grew louder, ragged and deep, pulling her in despite herself. Earlier, she’d spotted the bandage wrapped around him,—nothing gruesome, just enough to hint that something must have injured him. She’d bitten her tongue, knowing it wasn’t her place to pry. But now, with the door cracked open, she flicked on the bedside lamp, a soft yellow glow spilling over the room. She just wanted to check on him, make sure he was okay before slipping out back to her house.
Aiysha stepped inside, her loose top hanging low on her full breasts, skirt rumpled from the couch. Kyle lay sprawled on his back, sheets tangled at his waist, one leg kicked free. His chest rose and fell in heavy rhythm, but something was off—his body twitched subtly, hips shifting under the fabric. She approached the bedside, heart picking up pace, and then her jaw slackened. The sheet had slipped low, revealing the thick bulge in his boxers, tented obscenely. His cock strained against the thin material, the outline veiny and rigid, pulsing faintly as if chasing some phantom pleasure. A wet dream, clearly—his face slack but flushed, lips parted in a silent groan.
She had seen his erections numerous time before but... this was raw exposure, she could see it clearly. Heat crept up her neck as curiosity flickered—did she star in whatever filthy dream he was having? The thought was something she didn’t let sit for too long, her gaze lingering on the exposed length where the boxers gaped at the thigh, veins bulging along the shaft, the head flaring dark and swollen.
Aiysha took a step back, pulse hammering. Damn it, Kyle had qualities she wished her husband possessed—the gentle way he held space for her tears without pushing, his words wrapping around her like a shield, those light jokes that cut through the heaviness. And that iron self-control, pulling away when she lunged at him in desperation. If Jones had even a fraction of that restraint, maybe he wouldn’t have buried himself in another woman, shattering their trust. She smiled faintly to herself, a mix of bitterness and warmth, deciding to let Kyle rest. Poor guy—she must be torturing him without meaning to.
Turning to leave, her socked foot caught on the edge of the rug. She stumbled forward with a sharp gasp, arms flailing, and crashed right onto the bed’s edge. Her body pitched awkwardly, knee hitting the mattress, torso landing squarely across his lap. In the chaos, her top shifted, and Kyle’s rigid cock—freed somehow in the tangle of sheets and her fall—thrust upward. It slid between the plump flesh of her underboob, the veiny shaft wedging tight against the soft, heavy flesh of her massive tits. The head popped out the top of her low-cut neckline, bobbing inches from her face, pre-cum glistening at the slit.
The sudden warm pressure snapped Kyle awake. His eyes flew open, brain foggy from sleep but instincts firing. To him, in that groggy haze, it looked deliberate—Aiysha bursting into his room, climbing onto him, sliding his throbbing cock between her enormous breasts like some deranged pervert.
"What the—Aiysha?" he rasped, voice thick, hands instinctively gripping the sheets.
"Wait, Kyle, I can explai—!" Her words cut off in a yelp as his body betrayed him. The tight squeeze of her tits around his shaft, the accidental friction from her squirm to pull away—it was too much. His balls tightened, and a thick rope of cum erupted from the tip, splattering across her cheek and lips in a hot, sticky burst. She froze, eyes wide, but he wasn’t done. Another pulse shot out, painting her chin and dripping down her neck, then a third and fourth, heavy streams coating her face from forehead to jaw, matting her eyelashes and filling the air with the musky scent.
Kyle groaned, hips bucking involuntarily as he tried to yank his cock free from her cleavage. The motion only dragged the sensitive head against her skin, milking out one final spurt that landed on her tongue as she gasped. He finally pulled it loose, the shaft slick and twitching, spent but still half-hard, smearing a trail across her collarbone.
Aiysha sat up abruptly, wiping at the mess with trembling hands, cum dripping from her chin onto her heaving chest. She was flustered, the accident too absurd to process—none of it planned, yet here she was, covered by his cock in the stangest of ways.
Kyle stared, chest heaving, the reality sinking in past the dream-fog. It was a freak mishap, the kind no one would buy as truth.
"Sigh..." Kyle muttered, running a hand through his hair, the bandage on his arm crinkling. He should have trusted that gut twist earlier, the one warning him this vulnerability would lead to chaos. Now they sat in the wreckage, her face glistening with his cum, the room thick with awkward tension and the faint, salty tang of what just happened.