CHAPTER 15
PRESENT
MIKEY
“Why, Michael?” she asked again, the corners of her eyes stained from her tears.
I’d never imagined that today would end with Lily standing at my front door demanding the answer to the question that I’d been hiding from her all these years.
“Lily.” I couldn’t stop my eyes from scanning over her violet-dipped hair brushing over her shoulder to the swell of her breasts molded under her thin hoodie, and to her bare legs that ended with fluffy white socks.
I didn’t think she realized that when she stormed up here, she was wearing just her hoodie and socks.
And that bothered me a lot.
“Mikey, how long are you going to beat around the bush? Please, I deserve to know why you decided you didn’t want to be my friend anymore. I still remember all those stupid promises you made. Was that all a lie, then?” Her eyes glinted with sadness under the low-lit lights in the corridor.
A second of silence passed between us, the air growing so thick that I could taste the tension .
Fury glinted from her eyes as she narrowed them. “Tell me, Michael. Don’t just stand there…”
I swallowed her next word with my mouth. Startled, she moaned into me as I swept my tongue deep inside her mouth, relishing every inch of her.
Since my mouth had a taste of her sweetness, it was becoming harder and harder to resist her recently.
She was a temptation I couldn’t resist anymore.
My hands dug into her hips as I lifted her off her feet and walked us into my apartment, shutting the door behind me.
Our lips never parted the entire way.
She was so soft and supple over me. My hands roamed all over her glorious curves, wanting more and more of her. Somehow, they hitched their way under her hoodie, tracing over her smooth thighs and going higher.
Her breath hitched in my mouth, but I didn’t stop kissing her.
I didn’t stop stealing the air that was feeding her.
I crashed into the couch, Lily sprawled perfectly on my lap as I leaned back.
She took the opportunity to dig her pussy into the hard length of my cock, her fingers gripping my hair.
“Fuck me,” I mumbled as my lips dragged over the edge of her jaw while she panted, her eyes glowing with want.
“Michael,” she whispered, her fingers crawling from my hair to cradle my cheeks.
She pressed another breathless kiss on my lips.
I peppered kisses all over her face, holding her hips tight over my cock, craving for heat.
She moaned, and it only made my cock harder .
I was trying so hard not to bust my nuts like a teen with a boner.
“You want me, little mouse?” I asked, hiking up her hoodie all the way to her waist. The white of her tight tiny panties was so transparent that I could see through her wet pussy.
I licked my lips at that sight. “Are you leaking for me? I always wondered how your pretty pussy would look. Is it going to all be pink and soft, with thick and tiny folds dripping cream for me? Would you taste like honey or peaches or you , little mouse?”
“Fuck,” she groaned, burying her face in the hollow of my neck.
I slowly lifted the hoodie off her creamy smooth skin.
And she wasn’t wearing a bra.
She looked so gorgeous breathing hard for me in just her skin, panties, and socks.
The globes of her tits fit perfectly in my hands, swollen and heavy-tipped with rosy peaks.
“Michael,” she whimpered, her eyes darkening as her hands found the edge of my hoodie and swept it off me.
She licked her lips, biting them as her eyes took in my shirtless skin, every inch inked. “So fucking hot,” she mumbled under her breath.
A wave of satisfaction flared up in my gut. “What are you going to do about it?” I asked, smirking.
Heat blazed its way up her skin.
“Or…” I brought her closer to me and suppressed a groan when hard nipples touched the burning skin. “Should I do something about it? ”
A shiver ran down her spine.
I ran a finger down the curve of her ribs, close to where she wanted my touch more.
“Tell me, Lily. What should I do?” My eyes snapped to the violets peering at me with lust, but there was something more, trust.
“Please, Michael,” she whispered.
“Please what, Lily?”
I watch her throat work a swallow down its column. “You should do something about it,” she rasped through her heavy breathing.
“Great.” I grinned and caught on to one of those rosy tips while my other hand squeezed her other tit.
I swirled my tongue around her nipples, nipping right at the spot that made her pussy leak more. I could see her getting wetter and wetter. The material of her panties was nonexistent at this point. It was completely see-through.
“Fuck,” she moaned, and it was music to my ears.
I wanted to create a symphony of melodies just from the sounds that came out of her mouth.
I moved to the other nipple, sucking that rosy tip with my lips like a vacuum.
I wanted to color her skin red with my mouth.
I couldn’t contain the urge to dip my fingers down the edge of her soaked mess. I snuck one finger inside the material, my calloused tip brushing flat over her thick folds.
“Oh my God,” she mumbled, almost like she was in a daze as her chest heaved for air.
I couldn’t wait any longer. I swapped our positions and knelt on the floor before her. My eyes met hers for a second before my fingers caught the band of her panties and pulled it away from her pussy.
I grabbed under her thighs and pulled her to the edge of the couch before I buried my face between her thighs.
She screamed my name, tugging my hair almost from my roots.
I swiped my tongue through her messy juices, drinking them like a starved man and avoiding the spot where she needed my touch more. I lapped and laved her warm flesh, plunging one finger barely inside her pussy.
“Do you want me here, Liliana?”
Her pussy clenched around my finger, flooding her hot hole.
“Yes.” Her breathy moan reached my ears.
And I dipped an inch of my finger and stroked her walls in circles, teasing her.
“Michael, please, I want to…”
Her words get caught in her throat when I thrust another inch inside, the whole time lapping the sweet nectar pouring out of her.
Her sock-covered feet dug into my back, and her thighs quivered over my ears.
But I didn’t stop feasting on my newfound favorite dish.
When I felt her nearing her crash, I pressed my tongue flat over her clit and nipped the edge for good measure.
“Michael,” she screamed so loud as her body shook like a lone dry leaf on a windy day.
I didn’t waste one drop of her sweetness as I licked her clean while she came down from the high of her orgasm .
I dragged my tongue over the remnants of her taste on my lips as I looked up from her thighs.
Fuck, she looked beautiful.
Her body slouched with half-mooned violet eyes, the sweat glistening off her pale skin, and her thighs draped dead from exhaustion.
I couldn’t take my eyes off her. All my rational thinking seemed to have disappeared when it came to her.
I slowly crawled up over her body, my fingers brushing away the strands stuck on her beautiful face, suppressing all the thoughts that told me how big of a mistake this was.
“Hey,” she whispered shyly, all the previous sadness and anger was far gone.
“Hey,” I mumbled, capturing her mouth in a wet kiss.
Her soft hands trailed over my body, down the V on my abs, till the little wanderer reached my throbbing cock and squeezed hard.
“I want to taste you,” she muttered over my lips.
My cock throbbed at her words.
She didn’t wait for my answer and unbuttoned my jeans.
Only the sound of the zipper and her ragged breathing filled the room as she escaped from underneath me.
I leaned back against the couch and watched as the sexy fiend got onto her knees.
Licking her lips, she retrieved my heavy cock.
And her eyes swelled when she closed her hand around my length. Her touch sent electric jolts up my spine and I had to clench my teeth to keep myself from painting her face with my cum .
“You can take it,” I said, noticing the hesitation on her face. “Your mouth was made to fit me, baby. Go on,” I encouraged her, sliding the tip coated with pre-cum over her chin. A drop spots her skin, and she darts her tongue out, wiping it clean.
Fuck me.
Her pink lips parted, her eyes locked on me as she took my length inside her mouth, throbbing and hard for her. Inch after inch, she slid it in. She couldn’t take all of me, but it didn’t matter because she started to suck. Her cheeks hollowed as her head bobbed, her tongue stroking the underside of my cock in a steady rhythm.
“Yes, little mouse. Do you like my cock stroking the inside of your throat? Like it was made to?”
Her moan around my cock just about made me shed the last of my restraints.
I threaded my fingers through her short, silky strands and jutted my hips hard down her throat. “Squeeze if it’s too much,” I mumbled before I started to fuck her throat raw. Her eyes scrunched closed, a drool of saliva pooling at the side of her open lips as she took my harsh thrusts.
Every single inch.
I didn’t last long; the sensations of her tight mouth were unlike anything I’d felt before.
It felt like she was sucking my soul dry.
I came in mere seconds, shooting my load deep down her throat.
And she swallowed me whole, every last drop .
“Beautiful,” I whispered, running my hands through her hair. She rested her cheek on my thigh, trying to catch her breath, her face flushed red and exhausted.
I slowly gathered her in my arms and pulled her over me. All of her bare skin on mine.
Seconds passed, but her breathing rattled loudly, almost as if she was hyperventilating.
I frowned. “You okay?” I asked her, peering into her closed eyes.
I felt her body freeze, but it was followed by a laugh. “Yes,” she rasped, poking one eye open. “I haven’t had a cardio session like that in a while.”
A chuckle burst out of me; a sick delight lit up my brain at the thought of working her out like this.
She laughed along, but soon, her labored breath turned to soft snoring.
My heart tugged as I clutched her tight to me, my hands drawing lazy circles along her back. Years of swimming had made her strong. I still remember the day when she picked up the sport. It was her way of escaping reality, a reality where I was no longer her best friend. I knew because she started at that time when I acted like I was too busy or cool to hang out with her. But I sneaked in every morning at six to watch her swim from the window of the tiny office at the back of the school gym.
I still do it to this day from time to time, like a creep unable to resist a peek of her in a tiny one-piece. Our apartment pool was private, so I could easily get in and lay my eyes on her .
She was breathtaking when she swam. So beautiful, ethereal, almost like a siren beckoning me with a sultry call. I thought I’d fortified my restraint when it came to her at that time.
I promised myself that I would stay far away from her.
I promised that she could never be in the vicinity of the man that I was.
But all that was lost now. Everything that I’d tried to do to keep her away from me vanished in an instant.
The more time I spent with her, the harder it became to the point that it felt impossible now to stay away from her.
I never should’ve agreed when Emmie asked me to take care of her. Though my mind told me how fucking idiotic it was, my heart wouldn’t listen. It always had a soft spot for her.
I’d told myself that it would strictly be nothing more than me keeping an eye on her. But not even two weeks passed, and here she was, lying naked on top of me.
I did something I shouldn’t have done.
But I’d sunk my feet too deep into the quicksand to get back up now.
I wasn’t sure how all this would play out, but all I knew was that she was mine.
It terrified and scared me. I knew she didn’t deserve the man that I was, but I would try. I would try to fix the demon in me to be worthy of her.
I didn’t know how, but I had to learn.
For her, I had to.
Because there was no going back now, that much I knew.
She was mine forever.