Chapter 22. Birthday Gift

Aira’s POV

“Are you trying to kill me?” I groaned as Chester pushed me in an empty booth the moment everyone had scattered away from us on the dance floor and savagely attacked my lips as if they were only his in the first place.

“Why do you say so?” Chester rasped as he wildly rubbed himself over me.

“You should be sent to hell!” I groaned again as Chester frantically bit and sucked everywhere that his lips touched while roaming around my neck. “You are a walking sin. Fvck! Fancy coming here like a sex bomb that you are. You almost made me lose control in front of everyone,” I muttered and that was the last straw that broke the camel’s back, or rather Chester’s sanity.

Pushing me against a wall, he picked me up effortlessly and my legs wrapped around him, squeezing him good like a python before the heavy make out session ensued.

After an eternity ….

“I wanted to wish you since morning,” he panted as he captured my lips one last time in a s