Maia
After telling Michael about my past with my stepdad and cried a river on his chest, to the point his shirt was soaked with my tears. He left Alyssa and me in his dorm while he went to get us food.
Still feeling the tingling sensation where his arms were hold me two minutes ago, I clear my throat and sit next to Alyssa who's staring at the floor lost in thought.
"Are you okay, Ali?" Placing a hand on her shoulder, Alyssa turns to look at me.
"I should be the one asking you that. Are you okay?" Her eyes soft and a faint smile appearing.
I can tell she's bother by my revelation. Maybe because of how close we are, and it hurts her to see me hurt or to know I was going through a lot at one point.
But as soon as those thought cross my mind, they vanished. There's something else that's wrong.
"I'm okay. What's on your mind? You seem like your having an inward battle with yourself."
Whipping away a tear from her face, "it's just that you're the second person I know that had going through this." He voice cracks and she clears her throat.
"Oh Ali, do you want to talk about it?" It's weird that I feel like I don't know how to comfort her. I've been through the issue but idk how to help her feel better right now.
Offering me a sad smile, she shakes her head, "oh it happened a while ago, one of my sisters was assaulted one time on her way home. It was really traumatic for her. I can on only imagine how you feel. I'm sorry that happened to you."
Bring her in for a hug, I whisper, "it's all over now." I hope.
We decided to leave behind the depressing talks and move on to some gossip. It's amazing the amount of things Alyssa know. It's like she's in vip section where all the drama is.
Remembering that I haven't told her of my conversation with Danny I decided now was the perfect opportunity to bring it up.
"So, I met up with Danny today for coffee.." I tell her, suddenly feeling shy.
Her brows furrowed for a slit second before her face went blank, "and?"
"And he apologized for what he did to me. Actually to what he did to us." I emphasized the 'us' part so she knows we spoke about her.
Biting her bottom lip, Alyssa's face brights up, "well I'm glad he finally apologized to you like a man. But, I want nothing to do with him." She scowls and crosses her arms like a child.
"Well that's a big fat lie, if I ever heard of one. You need to let him talk to you. You might be surprised what he tells you." I tell her, trying my hardest not to smile at the thought of his love confession.
"Yeah, maybe. I'll have to think about it." Is all she says about that, "did you guys talk about anything else?"
"Actually yes, so I asked what was the problem between him and Michael and he confessed that Michael was dating a girl at some point and he saw the girl at the club one night and they both were drunk and—" I'm cut off by the sound of the door opening. Michael walks in holding a bag of food.
Staring at us with a questioning look, we both waved him off. Hesitating for a second, he walks to his desk and continues to take out Chinese food.
Giving a look to Alyssa that I'll fill her in later she quickly nod and walked over to the table to get her food, bring me a carton food fried rice.
We eat in silence. Painful, awkward silence. So by the time we were all done, Alyssa thanks Michael for the food and for defending me and hugs me goodbye.
As soon as we are alone, I figure it's the perfect opportunity to thanks him again.
"Thank you for the food and thank you again for defending me." I tell him.
Nothing.
Not one word out of him or a single look my way.
I humph in annoyance and take my phone out of my pocket to see the time, it's 9:29.
Standing up, I walk to grab my bag that's sitting by the night stand. Opening it to make sure a book didn't fall out and was left behind. I close it and swing it over my shoulder.
I turn to glance at him once more, noticing his black eye looks worst now that hours have passed. I shudder at the sight and feel a lump forming in my throat.
Letting out a sign, I walk towards him. Squatting down in front of him, I lift his head ever so slightly with my fingers. Wanting him to look at me.
"I'm sorry."
His eyes shift from the floor to me instantly and his face turn to confusion, "for what?" He voice is deep and gentle.
"For your eye." I swallow the lump in my throat once again.
"That is not your fault." Is all he says.
Letting out a sign, "well I feel terrible about it. I don't like seeing you hurt." My eyes burns suddenly, tears threading to fall.
"Don't. I would do it all over again." He lifts his thumb to wipe a single tear away.
Feeling weak, I hold his hand before he can take it away from my face. Leaning my head against it like it my life source. His warmth automatically making me feel better. I want him to touch me forever, it seems like it's the only thing that comforts me.
Letting go of him, I stand quickly. Feeling embarrassed at my action. He must think I'm crazy or stupid or maybe both.
"I'm sorry," I tell him once more, sipping my face and getting ready to leave, "I should go. It's late and I need to go to class tomorrow."
"Stay, please." I look at Michael and see that face shows the same vulnerability that his voice has.
Dropping my bag to the floor, I reach for his hand. Pulling him towards the bed, I take a sit and pat the empty side next to me, "sit with me."
He does as I say. Trying to avoid my gaze I pull him closer to me and reach for his face. Wanting him to stop avoiding me.
"Please stop being so distant. I feel like after what I told you, it's like you are disgusted of me or something."
It's true. Ever since I told him that my stepdad was sexually abusing me, Michael seemed to not want to be near me or look at me or simply talk to me. I hated it. But what was I expecting? I was a damaged girl, and he got front row seats to look first at the mess that I am.
Removing my hand from his face when he just stares at me but doesn't reply, I turned to face his door. Not wanting him to see me, yet again fucking crying.
"You are perfect. Don't talk down on yourself. What happened to you isn't your fault, it's that piece of shit." His fist open and close, a clear sign that his holding back his angry for my stepdad.
"Then why have you been avoiding me? Don't you know that it hurt?" I ask him between tears.
"Baby please don't cry. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you feel like that. I just thought maybe keep a distance might help you after all that you've been through. I just didn't want to make you feel uncomfortable." Hold my face with his two hands, he swipe his thumbs u dear my eyes, sending a tingle down my spine that reaches my pussy.
I want him.
Fuck.
I want him now.
I let action show him my gratitude. Slamming my lips onto his, I begin to suck on his bottom lip. Kissing me back with just as much neediness, Michael parts his lips giving me access to slip my tongue inside. Our kiss is hot and passionate. Two people who can't seem to get enough of each other. Two people who are desperate for each others body.
"I want you," I say against his lips, earning me a gran.
Without breaking the kiss, Michael works to take my pants off. Not longer after, I'm in just my underwear.
His lips creat trails of kisses all over my neck. Right when he gets to the skin behind my ear, I can't help but groan.
God I love him..
Removing my underwear, I lay completely naked in front of a real life god.
"You're so beautiful." His lips reach my stomach where his kisses get lower and lower.
Latching his mouth to my clit, I can't help but arch my back and let out a strangled moan. Viciously Michael sucks on my bundle of nerves, while slipping a finger inside me. Curling his finger he pumps in and out hard, causing my legs to start shaking. Reaching his free hand for my boob, he massages it. Rolling my nipple between his finger.
"You taste so good, baby." He groans onto my pussy making the vibration tickle me.
"I want you inside me, please." I beg between moans.
Soon after my words were said, Michael pulls his fingers out of me. Pulling me closer to him, he lines his dick on my entrance. Letting out a gasp when his thick cock begin to stretch me.
Letting out a moan, Michael's head roll back, "fuck, you feel so good and tight."
Slowly filling me inch by inch, he begins to thrust back and fourth. Finding a steady paste, his hands rest onto on me knees while he keeps my legs open.
"You have the prettiest pussy I've ever seen." He groans.
Moan after moan, I ask for more. Wanting him not to be gentle.
"I want you to fuck me harder."
Biting his lips, he did as I asked. Fucking me to hard and deep, I couldn't hold in my screams of pleasure. Feeling my climax coming I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him even deeper into me.
With hard, fast thrust and rubbing my clit, I become undone. My body tingling and shaking. A few thrust more and his filling my pussy with his come. We both ride our high until it begins to calm. Hugging me and kissing my neck, he slowly pulls out of me. Making me wince at the emptiness I felt right after.
Walking to his bathroom, Michael brings a wet towel and starting cleaning me. Letting out a few little moans when the cloth touches my now extra sensitive clit.
Throwing the towel somewhere, he lies down next to me. His eyes staring into my eyes before they scan my whole face, pressing his fingers gently over my lips.
My chest feels warm, so does my stomach. When Michael acts so gentle and sweet, I really start to think he cares about me.
"You know you deserve better then me, right?" His fingers are tracing the features on my face.
I sign, "please don't say that." I begged.
"You're just so wonderful, I don't want to ruin you." His voice genial.
"You aren't and won't ruin me. Just stop hurting me." I reach for his face, creasing his cheek.
"I don't know how to not hurt you." He let's go of my face and goes from being on his side staring at me to facing up to the ceiling.
Lifting my self up and standing on my elbow, I reach for him, "stop fucking other people." I tell him, hoping he will stop wanting anyone else.
He lets out a breath, still not looking at me, " I haven't fucked anyone since you. What you've seen is what I've done." Sitting up completely, he passes a hand to his face before getting up and making his way to the shower.
Thinking his words over, I gather he has only been kissing people then as thats all I've seen. Is he being honest? If so why haven't he fucked anyone?
I walk towards the shower, admiring a soapy Michael through the semi foggy glass door.
Getting in, I hug him from behind. Feeling as his body tenses at first but soon after relaxes.
I grab his shower gel and pours some onto my hand, spreading it all over his chest and shoulders. He does the same think to me and we pretty much showered each other. And I realized one thing; this is where I want to be. I want to stay forever in his embrace, in his arms, in his kisses. I want him.
"Please don't kiss other people or fuck them or see them or whatever it is that you do. I want you for myself." I look down at the floor feeling shy and small.
He doesn't reply but he kisses me. Kisses me with so much want and so much desperation, I can tell this is his answer. He agrees to stop. And so I smile at him, big and bright and happy.
Squealing and hugging him, i get carried away and the words just slip right out of my mouth before I can stop them, "I love you." My eyes widen and I take two step back and cover my mouth. His face blank with emotions.
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