Maia
The kiss is deep and taste like heaven, however I feel the need to pull away for my own sanity. Breaking away from Michael, I turn to face Danny angry face. His left eye almost twitching and the vein on his forehead popping out makes me understand how ready he is to push me aside and punch Michael in the face.
Michael sports a mischievous smile on his face while wrapping his tattooed arm around my waist. I don't attempt to pull away from him for two simple reasons. One being that I very much feel protected in his presence and two being fuck Danny's lying ass. I can't believe I believed he cared for me. Oh for fuck sakes I've been torturing myself about the scene that happened between Michael and me in the bathroom, while he has been with Alyssa all this time. Why didn't Alyssa tell me anything? Is that why he always seems annoyed when she's with another guy? I always thought it was him being protected over her because she's his friend and he cares. I'm fucking naive.
Gently touching his hand around my waist, I look up at Michael. He really is beautiful. I can feel my face heat up at the sight of him. Looking away in an attempt to hide my blush from him, I make eye contact with Danny who's still talking shit.
"Will you shut up already and leave me alone." My voice is low but demanding. I don't look away from him because I want to his reaction to what I'm about to say. "I can't believe you played me like a fool. You're a fucking asshole." I flinch at his attempt to reach out to me. I no longer see him as a safe heaven, in fact I see him almost how I see my stepdad in a way lower scale but still repulsive.
Michael's hand tightens his grip on me in protectiveness. His eyebrows dip downward and his eyes narrow down to me for a second before diverting his sight to Danny. I can feel his muscles tense up.
"It's not what you think please let me explain." Desperate to get me to listen he attempts to reach out to me again but was stopped quickly after by Michael's free hand. It was just a shove to keep him back but was hard enough to nearly send Danny's body hitting the wall. Looking up at Michael with wide eyes, I see his eyes are on the man before us and the look on his face tells me his ready to let go of me and make him pay for his sins.
I don't want to see a fight between these men. I honestly hate violence so I would do anything in my power to make sure that doesn't happen. Reaching a hand to gently touch him, I cup one of his cheeks with my hand and softly glide my finger up and down his freshly shaved jaw. His eyes snap from Danny to me and they instantly go from hard to soft in nanoseconds. Awarding him with a cheesy smile I tell him- "Please don't fight".
As if hearing the shear panic behind those soft words, he nods at me and motions for us to walk away but not before a threat leave his mouth. Looking over his shoulder, he stops walking for a second, "If you so much as every try to touch her again or simply do any dumb shit, not even she will save you from me." His voice was low but firm and carried a lot of promise to it which made the hairs on my back stand.
We continued to walk to an all to familiar building, the dark red brick walls and multiple level floors carry a dorm I used to feel the safest in. Now, thinking about it almost makes me nauseous.
I've dealt with betrayal before but not like this, not with people who acted like they cared for me, not with people I thought were my friends. My first betrayal was from my mom; she didn't listen when I told her her husband was molesting me and abusing me in every sense. She was supposed to care, but then again, my mother never did act like a mother, therefore I knew she wouldn't do anything but I had to try. The second betrayal was from my stepdad, I mean he was supposed to care for me like a father should, right? That's what a stepdad means, no? He is supposed to replace my biological dads place but instead of reading me night stories to put me to sleep and instead of playing with me, he was force kissing me and touching me. Taking what he wanted from me without my say so, without real consequences.
Michael's hand withdrawing from my waste snapped me back from my unkindly thoughts.
I'm not exactly sure how we got outside of his dorms door so fast but I do know that having him this close to me is making me hazy.
Grabbing his keys from his back pocket, he unlock his door and motions for me to enter his room but I was frozen to the ground. I'm hesitant to move because I don't know how I would contain myself being alone with him. Its taking my sometime to realize that he has a lot of effect in me. I'm attracted to him and every time he's around me the urge to kiss him is overwhelming.
Sensing my debate Michael leans in to grab my hand.
"Get inside" his voice is so deep which brings my body into a shivering mess.
"If you think your going to lure me into your bed then I'm sorry to break it to you but you'll be disappointed." I warrant him crossing my arms.
He lets out a dry laugh before pulling me inside his room and closing the door behind him. He walks past me, reaching over his dark wooden dresser and opens the bottom drawer. I can slightly see a big ziplock bag with a bunch of smaller bags holding white powder in it. Determining he opened the wrong bag he scatters the drawer looking for something else. He pulls out a medium ziplock bag containing small bags of what looks like grounded oregano. Taking out a small baggy from the ziplock, he closes it and puts it back closing the drawer. He takes out a lighter and a tobacco. Opening the tobacco from the middle he takes out the nicotine and replaces it with the green, licks it and rolls it up. Placing the newly made blunt between his lips he lights the butt taking a hard puff inwards.
"Want some? Might help you relax" slipping the joint out of his mouth, in between his fingers and leaning it towards me. I kindly decline.
"What's your reason for smoking?" My voice almost a whisper, I walk closer to where he stands.
"Why not?" He's acting very nonchalant which earns him an eye roll.
"I mean, you could go to the gym or hangout with friends if you need a distraction. You don't need to do-" I point at his joint "hard core drugs to forget or deal with your problems."
He belly laughs as if I'm the funniest person alive. I narrow my eyes at him in confusion and irritation at the fact he's not taking me seriously.
Taking the joint to between his lips once more he takes another big puff and exhales a cloud of smoke, pointing a finger at it, "You call this hard core drugs?" One eyebrow rose from his face but his smirks make it seem like his almost joking with me.
"I mean isn't any drug hardcore?" It was an honest question.
Stepping closer to place a strand of hair behind my ear, I can't help but feel chills as his finger grazing my skin. I shut my eyes for a second to compose my inappropriate thoughts. Thoughts about how much I wish he would throw me onto his bed and kiss me. I want to have his hands touching my body.
Almost as if he can read my mind, Michael caresses my cheeks his eyes penetrating my soul. My eyes wavers from his eyes to his lips for a second and he smiles upon noticing.
"If you want me to kiss you, just ask," he whispers in my ear. "Or I might just do it." His thumb slides across my bottom lip.
My breath hitches at the shock of electricity that followed with his touch. I really want him. My body wants him.
I can feel myself shaking with desire and lust. The area between my legs has become a pool of water which makes me clench my thighs together.
Grabbing my hand softly he directs me towards his bed gesturing me to sit. He takes one last puff of his joint before licking his pointer finger and using the wetness to turn the joint off, placing it on his night stand.
Michael's bed in somewhat tall so I can't keep my legs from rocking back and forth while playing with my fingers. Too embarrassed to look at him, my vision is on my hands and thighs.
Now standing in front of me again he squats down to level himself with me. One heavy strong hand lays on my thigh.
"What do you want me to do to you?" His voice filled with lust.
"I- I don't know, touch me?" My eyes don't meet his as I speak, I feel like a child who can't speak.
So much for saying that he won't be able to lure me into his bed like the others. It all went out the window the second his hand touched me.
His hand lands on my chin tilting it upwards so I can look at him. My eyes meet his and my breath leaves me once more. This man is beautiful, why is he here giving me this attention when he can get any other girl? I'm just petite, I wouldn't say I have a lot of curves not like Sophia anyways. I'm probably a 6 at most compared to Sophia.
Suddenly I feel a spike of jealous about his relationship with Sophia. When was the last time he even fucked her? It could of been earlier today and here am in his bed wanting to have him do the same things to me.
Jumping on my feet suddenly, Michael stands close to me with confusion written all over his face. I step back wanting to creat some space between us but he steps forward keeping us close again.
"What's wrong?" He carries a frown.
Trying to reach for my face but I quickly move to the side dodging his hand like the plague. His eyes narrow at me making me feel nervous.
Narrowing my eyes at the floor with thoughts about the first time I cought them fucking, I feel bile rise to my throat. I need to get a grip.
"When was the last time you slept with Sophia?" My eyes don't leave the floor, my voice barely a whisper.
He reaches for my chin, wanting me to look at him. When I do he says, "I don't sleep with anyone. I fuck." His voice firm with a hint of irritation.
"Alright than when was the last time you fucked her?" I'm trying to contain an eye roll.
Michael drops his hand from my chin and takes a step back. His eyes leave me for a minute before he stares back at me.
"Why does it matter?" Walking towards his night stand to grab the very small joint and lighting it again.
"I'm not letting you sleep with me when you probably just finished fucking her a few hours ago." I cross my hands together.
"You're assuming shit." He gives me his back.
"Am I really? Correct me then." I'm desperate for assurance and I hate it.
Silence.
Silence.
Silence.
He hasn't said anything in minutes. I can't see his face I just see the smoke he breaths out. I want to go and touch him but I will not give in too easily. If he has had sex with Sophia recently than why won't he just say it, I thought he was shameless.
Hitting him with a hmph, I get ready to leave.
"I'm just going to leave now." With my arms crossed, I wait a few seconds but I quickly realized he isn't going to stop me or explain anything to me. Rolling my eyes at his back, I let my arms fall slapping the side of my thighs.
Before I could pull the door open Michael had me pinned against the wall, his lips just about an inch away from mine.
"I want you naked on my bed, now."
His demand sends shivers all over my body making my thighs clench together once more. I'm sure I shouldn't be this wet from such a sinister demand.
Struggling to breath I bite my bottom lip. His penetrating eyes searching for something in mine. Am I ready to have sex? Will he hurt me? Why is thinking reasonable around him so hard?
A dashing smirk was thrown my way and I almost lost the panties.
Without a second thought, I cup his face and plot my lips with his. Everything around seems to disappear. There's no noise, no walls, no furniture. It's only Michael and I. Two people who can't keep away from each other.
Walking to the bed, it only took a second before he was on top of me. Our kiss never stray though. Our tongue delivering only euphoria.
Sliding his hand inside my shorts Michael slides his finger to the rim on my panties. Teasing me by grazing the side of my pussy and then moving his hand to my inner thigh.
His hard dick twitches when a small moan escapes my mouth at the motion of his finger touching my pussy again.
Wrapping one hand around the nape of my neck he stares at me deeply. As if asking for permission with his eyes, I gave him a quick nod. Leading in for a kiss he pulls away from me to the end of the bed slowly taking off my shorts leaving me in my thong.
Staring at the ceiling I feel his hands on my legs with kisses following right after. My heart is beating too fast for it to be normal. The butterflies in my stomach are going wild and I almost was shook to the core when his finger pull the material of my thong to the side exposing my pussy to him.
"Mm, all wet for me." His voice deep and his eyes shine with desire.
His pointer finger draws circles around my clit making my slightly jump up from the contact and the waves of pleasure.
Michael's finger slides easily around my wet slit, slideing his finger faster up and down.
Trying to conceal a pleasure scream when I feel his finger inside of me. Going slow at first but quickly picking up his paste. I hold my hand to my mouth.
Adding a second finger, I grip his bed sheets with both hands and close my eyes shut at the feeling of my pussy stretching. I quickly gather myself, I don't want to give him the impression that I can't take it or him.
Going at a steady pace it didn't take long before he found the spot, leaning over me he kisses my neck drawing out an exasperating moan in his ear. I can feel his dick getting harder, asking to be released.
Before I can reach my release, Michael retreats his fingers from inside me making me feel instantly cold.
Confused, I lift myself up resting my elbows on the mattress for support. Realizing my quizzical look he gives me a toothy smile, walking up to his dresser, he yet another drawer looking for something. I can't see what he grabbed until he is walking towards me, condom between his lips. Biting the corner of the condom he rips it open, spitting the small piece of plastic to the floor.
A completely naked Michael is standing in front of me. I'm sure everyone on this campus floor can probably hear how fast my heart is beating right now. He is muscular, six pack, sun kissed skin, very defined V line leading right to his thick hard—
"I want you naked." He pulls the latex from the package, rolling it on.
For once I don't hesitate at his command. I proceed to take off my thong quickly then my shirt and bra, dropping it to the floor. Completely naked, a wave of insecurity hit me almost have the urge to cover myself. Suddenly I feel as if I'm not good enough maybe he—
Cutting me out from my thoughts once again, Michael walks towards me removing a strand of hair from my face and tucking it behind my ear eyes on me before they travel to my chest then back to my face.
"You're fucking perfect, Maia." I bite my bottom lip to side a smile.
Standing up, I push him to the bed. Sliding my hands around his shoulders then his hard chest. I sit on his lap, feeling his hard cock under my push.
He reaches to kiss the back of my ear and trailing down to my neck then collarbone. Bring his lips to mine he cups my boob and massage them. Bring my nipples between his fingers he rolls them making me yelp and jump ever so slightly causing his cock to twitch under my pussy.
"I need to be inside you." His deep voice sounded desperate.
Grabbing onto my ass he lifts us up before gently dropping me on the bed. Closing my legs together, he spread them open. Circling his thumb around my bundle of nerves I cup my boobs and play with them.
Sliding his finger inside me and taking it out to spread my juices. Before a moan can escape my mouth Michael presses his mouth against mine, our tongue dancing together.
Breaking the kiss he stares into my eyes, "Are you a virgin?" his voice a whisper.
I pull him in for another kiss, not wanting to answer his question. What does it matter?
Truth be told- I'm a virgin yes but I couldn't tell you how many times that privilege was almost taken away from me. I lived in constant fear that James would succeed one day on forcing me to sleep with him.
"You're so fucking wet for me hermosa" spreading my legs wider, Michael A-lines his cock on my entrance, gently pushing it inside me. The action hurts more than I was prepared for. Closing my eyes shut tight, I grab a fist full of his duvet. There's no way his cock fits inside me. A loud painful moan escapes my throat as he continues to slowly push his thick cock inside me. This fucking hurts, but I can take it.
His pace is slow but steady, I can tell he doesn't want to hurt me. After a while the pain was more bearable and I was able to feel a lot of pleasure.
Noticing how much pleasure I was getting, Michael picked up his pace a bit more. I can tell he's holding off and I don't want him too. I want him to fuck me like how he fucked every other girl. I don't want him to see me as fragile.
"Fuck me harder." I croak out in between moans.
Wasting no time Michael started pounding into me. The sound of his balls slapping my ass was echoing around the room. Screaming his name multiple times, he flicks my nipple with his tongue and rubs my clit. With all these stimulations going on, I feel myself close to an orgasm.
"Oh shit, I'm going to cum." I moan out to him, his hand now wrapped around my neck while he pounds deep inside my pussy.
One swift move and I'm on all fours. Without warning his cock slips inside me in one push, knocking the air out of me.
Michael grabs me by my hips, pushing me against him. My face is berried into his mattress, one arm pushing against the wall and the other one spreading one butt check for him.
Grabbing a fistful of hair, I feel the sharp pain instantly but that only adds to how wet I am. His other hand slaps my ass hard making my walls clench around his dick.
"I want you to cum for me baby." Cupping both of my boobs on his hands.
Without so much of a warning, my legs shake while I become undone all over him causing my eyes to roll to the back of my head and a hefty series of moans escape my mouth.
Still pounding into me it didn't take long for him to cum also, filling the condom. Right after his release, his body falls forward on told of me, balancing off one hand to not crush me.
Sliding out of me nearly made me wince at the empty feeling he left behind. Walking towards the trash to discard of the rubber, Michael grabs a shirt and hands it to me.
"Clean yourself, maybe go pee too." He's eyes only met mine for a second before he looked away. I shivered at his coldness.
Cleaning my self I toss the shirt in his laundry bin. I grab my clothes from the floor and start dressing myself. Michael is sitting on he edge of the bed in his boxers, looking at the floor. He had said zero words to me by far and let's not get into the lack of eye contact. I feel uneasy, why isn't he saying anything? Is this how he is with Sophia or the others?
My heart crumbles at his lack of emotion. I knew he only wanted sex, that's all but I guess a part of me thought we would cuddle or at least talk. I wish I could kick myself.
"I should go I guess." Standing in front of him, my fingers fidgeting with each other, I blink a tear away. I will not give him the satisfaction of seeing me cry. I did this to myself after all. Did I actually think he was Prince Charming?
Without a word or a glance my way, I force his face to face me by grabbing at his jaw. "Was I a game to you like the others? A quick fuck?" My voice cracks.
His eyes staring into mine, but they are cold. Dropping my hands to my side, his gaze still on me but nothing comes out of his mouth only a brief smirk that becomes the reason I grab my bag and slam the door shut while I hurried the fuck out of here. Play me once, shame on me; there won't be a twice.
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