CHAPTER 21
“Ah, fuck yes,” I groaned, stretching my neck out on the couch. “Just like that.”
“You like that, uh, little mouse?” Mikey grinned, kneading the knots off my swollen feet, which looked a lot better now, thanks to him. He was taking better care of me than even I did.
“Yes, that’s lovely.” My eyes drew shut but the smile on my face never faded.
We’ve been binge-watching anime for the past two days. I didn’t want to stop but he suggested a break to rest my eyes and I had to agree. This was good—so good that I might fall asleep soon.
And I did just that, my eyes drifted open when Mikey slid me inside my warm sheets.
“You come too,” I mumbled through my sleep, my heavy eyelids falling closed once again.
I felt him chuckle, spooning me from behind as he held me close.
The sky outside was pitch black when I woke up again, my body feeling loose and languid from that slumber.
“There you are.” Mikey smiled, curling a strand of my hair through his finger. “You were snoring for the gods to hear.”
“Ass,” I chided, planting a quick kiss on his exquisite lips. “How long was I asleep?”
“Long enough, it’s well over midnight now.”
“I missed almost half a day,” I mumbled, knitting my arms tighter around him.
“Yep, bad girl.” He gave a sharp smack on my ass, pressing his hard length against the softness in-between my thighs.
A moan slipped past my lips. “Looks like you’re the bad boy.”
“Hmm, then I’d like to show what this bad guy can do to a tiny little mouse.” He twisted me so I was under him, flat on my back on the soft mattress, his eyes shining with lustful mirth.
I squealed in delight when the ache in my core dripped. “Oh really? I have no hope.” I challenged him.
A confident grin tugged his lips. “Oh, baby. You’ve no idea what I’m going to do to you,” he said and with that, he crashed his lips to mine.
Electricity shot down shivers through my spine as his tongue swiped inside my mouth.
My brain forgot to function as he brought his hands under my oversized hoodie, gripping my ass as he pushed me deeper into the bed. My fingers threaded through his dirty-blond locks, almost pulling them out of their roots as I breathed into him.
We ground against each other, and the warmth radiating from him formed a bead of sweat to trickle over the small of my back .
I panted, fighting for air when his lips left mine. The stubble over his jaw brushed the skin of my cheek while his greens blazed with fire as his gaze implored my soul.
“You want me, Lily?” he asked, in a low, hoarse whisper that pooled fire in my core.
“Yes,” I said through the thick of my throat. I licked my lips, feeling the taste of him still lingering there and his eyes went straight to that.
His weight settled over me as he took my bottom lip between his teeth. I gasped, losing the ability to breathe in his presence.
His lips brushed over me once again and I moaned into his mouth as he took me in for a hurried kiss that lit my core. “Do you want me to fuck you, Lily? You want my cock to fuck you deep, don’t you? I know you’ve been craving it.”
Another moan escaped me as we battled each other with our lips. The heat of his touch and the warmth of his breath mingled with mine, and it was everything that I wanted at that moment.
“Lily,” he whispered, his entire body lying flush with mine as he held me down. I could feel his bulge getting harder as it dug into my core.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful.” His lips left mine, dragging along the side of my neck.
My heart thundered, my ragged breath filling the silence of his room.
His hand crept over the side of my waist, just underneath the side of my breast. Yet another shiver racked through my body, my nipples pebbling hard, poking my hoodie .
He hitched my hoodie and got it off me in mere seconds. His eyes landed straight on my bare breast as he placed a hot kiss on the center of my chest.
“Mikey,” I mumbled, my toes curling and my veins blazing on fire.
“You want to be fucked hard, little mouse?” he whispered along my skin, his mouth latching over my hard nipple.
“So pink and perfect for me,” he grumbled, nipping the edges of my sensitive nipples. “Not too small, not too big, just the size that I like.” He squeezed my heavy, aching breasts tightly.
Fuck.
Current swept through my body as he sucked my nipple ferociously. Every single nerve fiber in my body lights up.
“Mikey, please. I need you now,” I gasped. The burn in my lungs was equal parts because of him and my sickness.
His lust-driven eyes met mine once again, kneeling over me as he ripped his T-shirt off in a single swoop.
He was so hot that at this moment I loved that he was mine and I was his.
His hair somehow escaped from his ponytail, falling over his face like a veil. Under the shadows of the low lights, his eyes burned for me.
He looked like an avenging angel who was ready to devour every inch of me.
Like a resting animal that has been waiting for years.
“Is your cunt ready for me, Lily?”
“Yes.” I swallowed; the air caught up in my throat.
“How ready? Shall I check?” He sneaked a single finger through the lace of my panties, plunging low and deep into my flooding channel. “Very, I see. A bad girl indeed.” He laid a kiss on the inside of my thigh.
“Michael.” My breath hitched as his dark eyes swept over my bare skin. I was just wearing my lace violet panties.
“I want you to only wear violet for me, Lily.” His eyes flashed to mine. “Do you understand?”
“Yes,” I muttered, my pulse roaring.
“Only for me,” he steeled.
“Only for you,” I said softly. I never felt this way before. Under the heat of his gaze, I didn’t care about our fucked-up version of a fantasy that we were living. I just wanted him to fuck me.
He hooked his finger around the waistband of my panties, this time sliding two long fingers inside, slicking them over the wetness pouring out for him.
“Fuck,” I moaned, my fingers circled his exploring wrist.
“I’m going to fuck you now, Lily. Hard, like you’ve never been fucked before.”
My eyes widened as he shredded my panties, his tongue sweeping flat over my heated folds and plunging it inside me as he fucked me with his tongue.
My fingers gripped his shoulders as pleasure unlike anything blinded me, but it didn’t last long. His mouth left my pussy as he shifted to lower his sweatpants and pulled out his hot, throbbing cock.
I stilled at the size of him. He was never going to fit all that inside me. Even when I took him in my mouth, I couldn’t take him all .
“You ready, Lily? I’m not going to be gentle and soft; I’m going to fuck you hard and fast.” His eyes pinned me in a trance.
“Yes. I want to be fucked hard,” I whispered, against his lips. His dark green eyes gleamed when his thick, long cock slammed deep into my pussy.
I screamed from the sharp pain and the pleasure of him thrusting into my depths all at once.
“Fuck you’re tight. I’m not going to hold back, little mouse.” His hips held his cock snug inside me.
“Then don’t hold back, Michael,” I cried out, the burn from his stretch fading away by the second.
And he didn’t. He fucked me so hard that the only sounds filling the room were our cries and grunts, and the lewd sound of our thighs slapping.
The wetness in me only dripped further and further around his cock, stroking my deepest parts.
Over and over again, sparks soon flooded my vision. I was on the brink of a wave, ready to crash.
“Your cunt was fucking made for my cock, Lily,” he said through his slams. “Come for me now.” He pressed his thumb over my clit.
I groaned, screaming his name as ripples and ripples of pleasure wrecked my body.
“Fucking hell,” he growled alongside me, snagging his teeth into the crook of my neck as he shuddered through his own orgasm.
I blinked back at the cloudy vision as oxygen leaked into my lungs .
If that’s how being fucked was like, then I wanted to be fucked every single day.
A happy sigh left my body as I watched him withdraw himself from the bed, press a kiss to my forehead, and shoot off to the bathroom.
My eyes drew away from his retreating footsteps and fixed on the ceiling.
When Michael called me mine just a few days ago, I didn’t know what it meant, I still don’t.
It felt almost like we were a couple, with the way we spent every minute of the day and acted like horny teenagers when we couldn’t keep our hands off of each other.
It was all surreal, but it was happening.
And here I was, fucked out of my brains by him.
I could now strike off number four on my list.
Fuck someone at least once.
And I did, to the man of my dreams, no less.
I couldn’t help but smile at that.
“Fucking hell.” A growl thundered through the room, and my eyes flew open.
My surprised gaze found a furious Mikey holding me under his storming greens.
What the fuck? The light from the bathroom spilled from behind him, casting a golden halo over his shoulders. “What’s wrong?” I asked, confused.
I shivered, the bumps on the end of my flesh standing straight under the scrutiny of his gaze.
“Do you want to explain to me why my dick is streaked red, Lily?” His voice echoed with murderous rage .
My eyes landed on his cock, which was still hard and angry in his grasp, marred crimson.
Fuck, I didn’t think it was possible. I thought I broke my hymen when I was sixteen, when a dive in the pool went wrong. I still remember the sharp pain between my thighs and spots of red staining my panties.
But I guess that wasn’t the case, and my hymen was still intact on some level.
“Are you going to fucking answer me, Liliana?”
Shit . I swallowed. “I’m a virgin.” I blushed, pulling the sheet over my exposed body. “At least I was, I guess.”
Yes, at the age of twenty-three, almost twenty-four, I was a virgin. Ever since the thing with my ex, it has been hard for me to get close to anyone else.
It wasn’t like I didn’t try; I did, but nothing ever worked out.
“Fucking hell. Do you fucking understand what you’ve done?”
My attention drew back to him. “I didn’t realize it was such a big deal, Mikey. I lost my virginity, so what?” My chest was still heaving heavily, searching for air. It was almost dizzying.
He advanced toward me in a second, crouching over my body till I felt his hot breath on my skin. “Are you stupid? Do you realize how this could’ve ended with the way I fucked you!? You could’ve seriously gotten hurt, Lily.” His eyes held me in place.
“Well, you didn’t, and I’m fine. Honestly, I wanted to fucking lose it anyway. I wasn’t saving it for a special day, and especially not for you,” I added the last sentence a bit too quickly. It was kind of true; maybe the teenage part of me dreamed of giving it to him, but that wasn’t the case.
His jaw clenched as his eyes flickered. He bellowed something under his breath and stormed back into the bathroom, slamming the door shut.
My heart pounded, but I couldn’t fight my droopy eyelids from falling down my cheeks. I wasn’t sure how much time had passed since I felt the heat of a presence near me again.
“What?” I mumbled, confused as I watched Mikey settle beside me, a rare soft look gleaming in his eyes.
I turned to my side. “Are you mad that I didn’t tell you?”
He exhaled a heavy sigh as he drew his hand behind his neck, his tattooed triceps flexing as he stared at the ceiling. “I could’ve hurt you, Lily. That was very irresponsible of you. Again, you’re not a kid anymore. You know that, right?”
I sharply inhaled. It was true. “I’m sorry.”
He drew his eyes to me. Another sigh left his lips, and he scooted closer, gathering me in his arms in an instant.
A happy gasp left my parted lips when my face landed on the hollow of his neck and a wave of heat dipped to my core when my bare skin touched his.
The serious look on his face faded as his eyes softened. “You don’t need to apologize, Lily. I just don’t ever want to hurt you, not like that. Why didn’t you do it?”
I sighed, mumbling, “I didn’t date anyone in school, you know, no one wanted to get involved with Emmie’s little sister, but the opposite of that happened in college. After the thing with my ex, I kinda lost interest, went out a few times, but nothing ever worked out. And time after that just faded so quickly, and here I am.” My finger lingered over the stark, detailed lilies on his chest. I never asked, but I knew he got it for me. My heart tugged at that gesture.
He tightened his arms around me, and long moments of silence passed. I had no idea what was going on in his mind before he said, “Well, I’m honored that it was me. Just the thought of any other man having you makes me blind with rage.”
I pinched the sides of his ribs. “Double-standard hypocrite, much?”
He sheepishly scrubbed his face. “Sorry, I know how it sounds coming out of my mouth, but it’s the truth. But are you feeling okay? I went a bit hard, considering it was your first time.”
“Yes, that was good.” I smiled shyly through my burning cheeks. “For you?”
“Are you kidding me? That was the best fuck of my life, Lily. You were incredible, but then, my girl always is.” He brushed a soft kiss over my mouth.
“Stop, you’re going to make me blush.” I hid my head on his chest.
“I think I’ve already achieved that.” He hooked a finger under my chin and tilted it upward. “Hmm, I think we could go a few shades darker than this.”
I rolled my eyes, trying not to let him affect me, but I could feel the pink in my cheeks deepen.
A laugh burst out of him, and moments later, his hand resumed gliding along my skin.
The warmth from his skin soaked into me, fading me into a dreamy night of sleep.
After a long time, I didn’t feel so alone anymore .
With him, I didn’t feel like the wallflower hiding behind the pretty things.
A splash of hope snaked its way up my heart, hope that I shouldn’t have, hope that could cost a lot, including cracking the resolve that I was okay with leaving this world forever.