Chapter 17 #2
“We were friends a lot longer than we were together.” I said, giving him a stink eye. Lamelle was full of shit he was never super handsy when we were together. We hugged more than anything. It was rare when we kissed and even then it was a quick peck.
“Yeah but those few months we were together were amazing. I hate things that couldn't have worked out better between us. Maybe you shouldn’t have moved back home. Things were fine before then.”
“Unfortunately, life didn’t work out that way.” I blew out a deep sigh.
“Yeah,” Lamelle nodded his head in agreement then shrugged his shoulders. “Welp, it’s your loss. I know I was the best man you’ve ever dated, and I would have made an honest woman out of you.”
“Excuse the fuck outta me?” I reared my head back cause this nigga had me fucked up. If he thought he was the best man I ever had he was sadly mistaken. He didn’t even come close to it.
No other man had come close to measuring up to Mikael when we were together.
Although we were young Mikael set my standards so high when it came to dating it was impossible for anybody to impress me unless they were coming like Mikael.
When we were good we were amazing. Mikael did for me without me having to ask for it.
If I mentioned wanting something he’d make sure I got it.
He listened to my dreams, my fears and everything in between with no judgement.
He encouraged me to go after my heart's desires no matter how crazy they were, and I knew with his support I could have anything I wanted. Before he got locked up Mikael made sure my first of tuition was paid off in full and I knew if he was out I wouldn’t have to worry about expenses for school.
The more I thought about how good Mikael was to me the more I regretted my actions.
I was young and the thought of being someone’s mom scared the hell out of me.
Yeah, Mikael made me fearless when he was there but the fact that he wasn’t going to be physically there with us, sent me spiraling.
I was struggling to figure out how I was going to make it without Mikael for ten years.
I couldn’t fathom bringing a baby into that uncertainty.
If only I could go back and change my decision.
“I’m just saying. You haven’t had the best track record when it comes to dating.”
“Alright,” I said standing up from my couch, fake stretching, and yawing.
“I’m getting tired. I think it’s time for you to head home.
You don’t need to be on the road super late.
” I said folding my arms across my chest and giving him a hard glare.
Lamelle had worn out his welcome. I was beyond over him.
I probably wouldn’t talk to him for a long ass time after this.
“Huh? Iii thought I was staying the night?” Lamelle stuttered looking up at me cluelessly.
“No, I’m not up for company. I’m not feeling too well. My boyfriend just broke up with me,” I sarcastically replied, rolling my eyes.
“Don’t be a smart ass,” Lamelle sassily replied and I cut my eyes at him.
Knock, Knock
Hearing someone beating on my door, I looked over my shoulder wondering who was beating on my door. Yanna was working, so I knew it wasn’t here and I talked to my mom earlier and she hadn’t mentioned coming over.
“You expecting somebody?” Lamelle eyed me suspiciously.
“Nope,” I replied smartly, waving him off as I went to go answer my door again.
Snatching my door open ready to lay into whoever thought it was okay to bang on my door like they were the police.
My words instantly got stuck in my throat as I looked at a smirking Mikael.
As always he looked good as fuck, his warm, milk chocolate skin was glowing, his hair looked freshly line up, his waves crisp, two diamond chains hung from his thick heavily tattooed neck resting on his Black V-neck shirt the clung to his arms and chest. His dark denim jeans slightly hung from his body with a Black Gucci logo belt and Black Jordan’s on his feet.
Mikael looked like a walking thugged out sex icon.
“You finna keep staring at me like you want some dick? Or you gone invite me in so I can give you some dick?” He cockily questioned with an eyebrow arched up curiously.
“W-w-what?” I got tongue tied as I contemplated his offer. My pussy tingled thinking about how good Mikael used to fuck me. “What are you doing here?” I was finally able to ask.
“I just told you. We finna get this shit out the way. I wanna fuck you and you wanna fuck me. It’s gonna happen eventually why delay the shit. I know the pussy still hittin’,” Mikael smirked as he lifted the front on my shirt. His eyes zeroing in on my pussy print and he lewdly licked his lips.
I couldn’t stop my pussy from getting turned on if I wanted to. The look in Mikael’s eyes was turning me on. Caught up in his lustful gaze I snapped out of it when I heard Lamelle clear his throat from behind me. Mikael and me both looked at Lamelle, standing there looking like a woman scorned.
“Zaylee, I thought you weren’t expecting anybody this evening?” Lamelle sounded like he had an attitude as he looked only at me. He refused to look at Mikael.
“And I said I was-”
“Shut the fuck up,” Mikael barked cutting me off and I looked at him shocked and confused. “Don’t explain ya mutha fuckin’ self to anther nigga while you in front of me. That nigga gotta problem with me bein’ here he can address me.”
“Don’t tell me to shut up,” I angrily said, focusing back on Mikael. I don’t know who the fuck he thought he was talking to, but it wasn’t me.
“The fuck you finna do about it?” He replied with a mug on his face as his heated gaze ran over the length of my body then settled back on my face.
“Stop playing with me like you don’t know I won’t slap the fuck outta ya dumb ass.” I gritted out walking up into Mikael’s personal space. He might have scared everybody else, but he didn’t move me.
“You big and bad tonight? You must be tryna show out for ya little friend,” Mikael taunted, reminding me about Lamelle who’d I easily forgotten.
“I don’t have to show out…”
“I’m her boyfriend actually,” Lamelle said, raising his voice causing me to look over my shoulder giving him a dirty look. Now he was my boyfriend again, over my dead damn body.
“Nigg-” I started to say but was cut off by Mikael’s sarcastic words.
“Oh yeah? Zaylee ya bitch?” Mikael had an amused grin on his face.
“Don’t call her a bitch,” Lamelle said, sounding more confident in his words.
“Mikael now isn’t a good time,” I sighed, stepping back from Mikael. I was ready for both of these niggas to be gone.
Before I could get another word out Mikael pulled me by the front of my shirt crashing his lips into mine.
Easily he dominated our kiss, his lips controlling our frantic kiss.
I didn’t protest when his tongue slipped past my lips into my mouth.
I met it eagerly with my own tongue and they twirled together as our kiss got deeper.
I didn’t fight Mikael when his hands went under my shirt, then my shorts to grip my bare ass pulling my body into his.
I could feel his hard dick pressing into my stomach.
Moans feel from my lips the wetter my pussy got.
I was so horny right now I wanted nothing more than Mikael to fuck the shit out of me.
I didn’t care we were in the middle of the hallway; I needed that dick.
I stared up at Mikael helplessly when he broke our kiss and looked behind us. “Ion know my nigga it seems like you finna watch ya bitch get fucked.”
Shit!
I had forgotten about Lamelle again. He might have not been my favorite person but making out with another nigga in front of him was disrespectful as fuck.
“You can have the whore,” Lamelle grumbled and I went to turn around to cuss him out, Mikael tighten his hold making it impossible for me to move.
I felt Mikael lean forward pressing my face deep in his chest, followed by a thud, Lamelle letting out a whimper of pain as Mikael said. “Watch ya mutha fuckin’ mouth.” He angrily demanded looking down at Lamelle.
I was assuming because I couldn’t really see Lamelle, but his legs were the only thing in my eyesight.
“Get ya bitch ass on before I do more than slap you.”
“Oh okay. I’m going.” Lamelle nervously said while he skittishly stood to his feet.
I listened as Lamelle’s rapid footsteps got further and further down the hallway.
“You didn’t have to hit him,” I rolled my eyes looking up at Mikael kind of feeling bad for Lamelle. “You called me a bitch two and that’s worse than a whore.”
“The nigga can’t do what I do, and I didn’t call you a bitch.”
“Whatever you say,” I quickly said, not being able to handle staring into Mikael’s eyes. I tried to remove myself from his hold, but he wouldn’t let me go.
“What you doin’?” Mikael asked in a sultry voice. Dipping his head down he kissed me.
“Mikaaael, I’m going in my house.” I whined in between his kisses.
“I’m going too,” He said then he started walking us into my house.
I had no fight in me; my judgment was cloud by my hormones. My pussy was in control of my actions. When I heard my front door shut and Mikael lock the door, I didn’t fight or question him. I was so eager for what was gonna come next.
Mikael ran his tongue across his lips and smirked at me.
“Come show me how wet I got that pussy.” He pulled me to him by my shorts.
His eye contact never broke as his hands slithered down my shorts.
He bit his lips when he his hand found my sopping wet pussy.
“Fuck, this pussy wet as fuck. That’s for me?
” He huskily asked in my ear, then he used his tongue to trace the outside of me ear as his fingers found my clit.
“Shit,” I moaned, I grabbed the arm of the hand that was fingering me. I had to use it as leverage to be able to stand up.