"Hey"

I heard that every single time he came to let me in but it sent a different kind of sensation down my spine each time. I couldn't tell if it was the way he said it or how he looked at me like a meal he was about to devour while saying it.

"Hey," I whispered back like a little girl talking to her first crush. I didn't plan for it to come out as a whisper, the shivers beneath my skin just would not allow me to be as mad as I should at that moment.

He stepped aside to let me in and I stepped in fully aware of his dimmed and preying gaze on my behind. I couldn't be mad at that, his stares give me butterflies.

He walked to my side and smirked down at me but I managed to keep a straight face against the fluttering in my belly.

His living room smelled of the usual- his pineapple-scented diffuser heavily mixed with the smell of weed and his last meal, which was clearly burger, chicken, and whatever that spicy smell was. I made to sit on the couch, my gaze fixated on the soundless Netflix movies playing on the wide screen before me, but he grabbed my arm and pulled me towards him. His left arm went under my skirt to grab my butt cheek whilst the other stayed on my waist, gently lifting my crop top. Immediately he found his way under my top and ran his fingers across one of my breasts, a soft moan left my body and I knew every form of common sense in me left with that moan. He tilted his head like he was going to kiss me but hesitated and went straight to my neck where he started leaving soft, gentle kisses with gentle spanks on my ass. I was fighting for breaths between my moans and my body just could not take it anymore. I wanted him, as usual. My hands went down to his gray sweatpants and I could tell he wanted me that way too, from the enormous bulge I could feel through the soft cotton material. I grabbed the bulge and kept jerking it slowly, enjoying every single groan he let out in my ear each time. His head was buried in my neck and I couldn't see him but I could tell his eyes were tightly shut enjoying the jerks. Just as I was about to pull the strings and let the bulge out, he grabbed my hands and gently pushed me away.

As if he wasn't just moaning my name in my ear a few seconds ago, he stood there with that cold look on his face staring down at me.

'You said you wanted to talk,' he walked past me to sit on the couch leaving me standing and feeling more stupid than I did opening up to Mimi about how I felt with him the night before.

After he ignored my calls and texts two days before, I was left floating around in a very bad mood and when I told Mimi I wasn't going to the library to study the morning before, she got suspicious and I was just tired of bottling it all up that I went on and on till I was done telling her every single detail of everything. When I told her he already responded to my text on seeing to talk things out, she advised me not to go over to his place. She wanted me to meet up with him outside his apartment to talk things out without getting 'distracted'. I lied to her about meeting him at a restaurant because he said he wasn't in the mood to leave his house and here I was already distracted before even talking about anything.

'You're kidding, right?' I blurted out.

'What about? You said you were coming over to talk,' he said again, lighting his blunt.

The shame I felt started morphing into anger as I watched him take a puff of his blunt without looking at me once to show any form of curiosity for whatever I came to talk about. Who was I kidding? After letting him hold me, touch me, and moaned that loud, how was he going to take me seriously?

I walked over to the couch to sit, trying really hard not to scream.

'How did we get here Michael?' I whispered, cringing at how cinematic that sounded.

I had a lot to say but being vulnerable was never my thing and hearing myself sound like I'm in a movie adds more embarrassment to the mix. As if I wasn't already uncomfortable and embarrassed by the conversation, Michael snorted and let out an uncomfortable groan.

'Why do you always have to do this?' he said looking away with a frown on his face.

I looked up at him confused by the question. It wasn't like I ever brought up his obvious nonchalance or asked him why he called me again three months ago after calling off our sneaky link activities.

'I feel like we've had this conversation several times and we're good,' he continued.

'Good? Do we look good to you? Were we always like this? You were never like this

He burst into a laugh and I felt mocked for what I just said. I usually don't let people make me feel this way but this boy knew how to press my buttons and I knew I could just leave but I had questions. That's partly true, but I wouldn't go because I really liked him and everything he did to me felt good. I love what we have.

'Don't you have exams to prepare for or something?'

I was shocked that my jaw fell and my mouth opened with no word coming out.

'No, no, no, don't get me wrong. I just think you should be busy with exams and not bother yourself with all of these. We're good for the real Tessy. Just let it go'

I felt warm trickles on both cheeks before I realized I was crying. My heart was beating really fast in my chest and all Michael did was look away and stare at the TV. I folded my legs up and curled up with one of the throw pillows, trying not to cry out loud. Five months ago I would have found it very difficult to believe Michael would treat me this way. Something I would have found more unbelievable was being so into a guy to tolerate all that he was throwing in my face.

'C'mon Tessy, don't do this,' he finally said while coming closer to the couch.

'Don't come near me,' I shouted but that didn't stop him.

He held and rocked me in his arms for a while and the moment I looked up at him. He grabbed my face and kissed me. The kiss soon turned to both of us trying to swallow each other's faces. I sat up and spread my legs across his, grinding the bulge in his sweatpants while kissing and helping him out of his shirt. My skirt was already beneath my breasts at this point. He took my crop top off in one easy pull and grabbed both breasts all at once. His tongue was doing all of the right things to my nipples and his bulge was getting harder as I kept grinding him in response to the sucking on my nipples. I was moaning really loud and my panties were already so wet from my juice that the area I was grinding was already so wet. His hand went down between my legs and he moaned immediately he felt how soaked my panties were. He rubbed my clit through the wet and soft material, my soul left my body and my legs were shaking from this. He pinned me down with just one arm on my waist. As a football player, he's a lot stronger than I am so I didn't bother to shrug out of his hold. I felt more juice streaming out of me as he kept teasing and flicking my clit through my underwear.

He got off the chair with me in his arms. Still kissing me, he placed me back on the chair and spread my legs wide, he moaned when he saw my panties. I wore red on purpose. I said I was coming to talk things through and I was hoping for a happy ending afterwards. Nothing was talked through but I was getting a happy ending so no regret whatsoever. At least, at the moment. He shifted it aside and brought his head closer, his warm breath hit my clit before his tongue did. My eyes rolled back into my skull and the moan never made it out of my mouth as he sent different sparks from my clit to my legs. With my legs on his shoulders, he kept teasing my clit with his tongue and started fingering me.

'Fuck,' he groaned the minute his fingers were in.

'You're so warm,' he moaned into my vulva and increased the pace of his two fingers inside me.

I felt warmth rushing out from my pelvis towards my vagina, my eyes rolled back into my head and after a few extra finger pumps, my butt was off the chair and I was begging for him to stop. He kept on with the same pace that left me grabbing his hair as I struggled to feel all the sensations running from my head down to my toes all at once while staring at the soundless blurred-out motions on the TV. I came shamelessly, that is what he does best to me.