Chapter 1
He raised his right arm above me, the side of his wrist and elbow in a line against the wall parallel to the floor. He leaned his forehead onto his forearm, looking down at me with eyes I did not recognise.
A booktok moment. I felt heat pool around my cheeks and looked down.
I was pinned against the wall. If this was anyone else, I would have melted into a puddle of mush.
But it wasn’t.
“Look at me,” he said.
“No.”
Technically, I could still escape.
But that was not my style. I did not back down from a fight.
And, I trusted him.
He chuckled.
“Don’t tell me you actually feel something from this?” he teased.
I gulped. Actually, I did. Feel something, that is. But I didn’t want to admit it. It would be too cliché. Too normal, too weird.
His left hand found my jaw and gently pushed my head up so that our eyes could meet.
I pressed my eyes shut; the rhythm of my breath quickened.
I did not like the look in his eyes earlier. It stirred something in me that I thought had shelved a long time ago.
He swiped my lower lip with his thumb from left to right. I stifled a gasp. The move felt way too intimate to be a tease.
“Hey,” he said.
“You need this.”
“I can’t.”
“You can’t or you won’t?”
“I won’t.”
“But I am willing.”
“I know.”
“Then why-”
“I just won’t!”
I inhaled, hoping to calm down my heart that’s going miles a minute. The room was cool, yet I felt hot. Too hot. Like I was at a sauna.
I had explained over and over again why this was a bad idea.
We had been best friends for decades, and he had been the only constant in my life despite everything. It had been a conscious decision to keep this distance.
Also, he’s gay.
Which should actually be a barrier to this yet here we were.
“Look at me.”
“No.”
He squeezed my throat lightly. I gasped in surprise and opened my eyes, finding his. His face was inches from mine and I could feel his breath on my nose.
“Good girl.”
I frowned. I knew why I didn’t like the look in his eyes.
Desire.
That’s what it was.
And it stoked something in me, something familiar yet foreign.
Something hungry and desperate.
My mind was trying to tell me something, but the desire was stronger.
“Let me make you feel good. Please.”
I stared at him.
He waited, his eyes never moving from mine.
I knew I could say no and he would let me go.
I knew I could do it.
I could do it.
I could.
I couldn’t.
I looked away but his hand pulled me back to meet his gaze.
“Don’t run away from me.”
He lay his thumb on my lips. They parted as though it was the most natural thing to do. His eyes shifted to my lips as he licked his. A small, subtle move, almost like it didn’t occur to him that he’s doing it.
Damn he looked hot. I felt a need in my inner thighs, one I haven’t felt since Raza passed.
Raza.
It’d been a month since his passing.
We’d been together for 10 years when a drunk driver bashed his lorry into Raza on the highway. Lorry versus bike. Luckily, it was over in an instant.
I’d grieved every day since then. It took Micah over two weeks to convince me to go to Europe just to get away from everything. We’re here with our friends, Daniel and Julia, who shared a room since they’re a married couple. I was okay to room with Micah, also because he was worried about me. Of course, we got a room with two queen sized beds. I didn’t mind because, again, he’s gay.
Again, yet here we were.
“It’s too complicated, Mikey. Besides, how is this gonna work? Last time I checked, you’re gay and I’m a straight woman.”
I thought I was firm and forceful. Nope, it all came out in barely a whisper.
What the hell was wrong with me?
His eyes found mine, the desire thicker now than it was before.
I shuddered.
His lips found the left side of my neck, his left hand holding me in place. The sudden contact made me gasp.
“I.”
His left hand cradled the back of my neck, tipping my head back. His lips found my throat. Another gasp.
“Only.”
His lips found my collarbone. Another gasp.
“Have.”
His lips found the underside of my chin. A whimper.
“Eyes.”
His lips found my nose. My eyes fluttered close.
“For.”
His left hand gently pushed my head forwards. We were nose to nose.
“You.”
His lips hovered over mine. I could feel my ragged breath against them.
I couldn’t think.
I forgot why this was a bad idea.
I craved the intimacy.
I wanted to give in to this danger.
Danger?
Why?
What?
“Please.”
I opened my eyes and found his again.
Funny how we always seemed to find our way back to each other.
Almost like we were soulmates from another life.
“Forget about the hows and whys. Tonight, it’s just you and me in the now.”
I trusted him.
I always had.
“Okay,” I consented.
Immediately, he kissed me with so much passion that it knocked the wind out of me. It was hot and fierce, almost like it’d been bottled up for so long. I held on to his hips as I arched my back up to meet his fervour. I loved the roughness.
He placed both hands on my ass and lifted me, my legs crossing behind him. He carried me to the bed, all while still kissing me as though my lips were the very oxygen he needed to exist.
He plopped me down on the bed and I came up for air. His lips found the side of my neck again and he sucked. I moaned. It felt so right.
He pushed me back onto the pillows, my head resting on the headboard. I dipped my fingers in his beautiful, curly hair as his lips found the swell of my right breast.
“Damn, that was sweet. Let it out. Moan for me.”
His right hand kneaded my left breast, and I moaned, exhaling any semblance of coherence left. I just wanted him, wanted to feed this raw, carnal need for him.
“Good girl.”
My thighs tightened at his praise. He pulled back and sniffed the air.
“I can smell you.”
He straddled me, looking down with that dashing smile on his face.
He pulled his shirt over his head and proceeded to do the same for mine but stopped.
“Remove your bra.”
I was too distracted by his member, which was dangerously close to my crotch, to realise what he was saying.
“What?”
“I said-” He brought his hips down to my crotch, causing a less-than-ladylike moan to escape from my lips. He was completely playing my body like a fiddle, and I didn’t mind it in the slightest.
“Remove your bra.”
He ground his hips against my crotch again, which almost made me come.
Almost.
“I’m not wearing it.”
Not because I was enticing him, but because I was gonna go to bed when he decided to start this entire thing.
Before I knew it, my world went spinning and I found myself belly-down on the bed.
The damn asshole flipped me!
Just as I was about to voice my indignation, his right hand found my right nipple over my shirt, and he squeezed.
I cried out, arching my back, my head finding his shoulder as I melted against him. The only light in the room came from the bedside lamp, casting our erotic shadows against the wall. His left arm came across my neck, slightly choking me as he suckled my left earlobe.
“Mikey-” I whispered.
He lifted my shirt up and freed me of it. I shuddered at the sudden cold. His palms came over my breasts and kneaded them, his fingers finding my nipples, rolling, pulling, pinching. His lips found the side of my neck and he suckled again. My breath hitched over and over. I felt my cunt dripping non-stop. My brain was going insane.
“Mikey-” this time, I was more insistent. On what I didn’t fully know.
His left hand found my clit over my panties, and I imploded. My body went rigid as I felt wave after wave hit me over and over. My throat felt hoarse, and I realised that I’d screamed his name.
I’d never come from something as simple as this before.
I saw fireworks. I was high in the clouds.
It was glorious.
I should have been shy with him, being half naked and all, but I wasn’t.
It felt familiar.
My chest rose and fell aggressively.
My best friend had made me come.
He guided me back onto the bed, turning me so that I was lying on my back. This time, he pushed my legs to either side using his knees.
“That was so hot, Kaia. You look so beautiful.”
“You’re not so bad looking yourself, Mikey.”
“I know.” He tucked his fingers onto the top of my panties.
“Lift.”
I obeyed as though it was the most natural thing on Earth. He slid them down my legs and tossed them behind him.
“Good girl.”
My cunt leaked. He raised his left eyebrow at me and smirked, his lips coming down to the top of my crotch.
“No!” I whispered, before I felt his lips on me. I tried to push his head away. I mean, I don’t know why I was embarrassed seeing as I just came.
“Stop.” I obeyed.
He smirked up at me again.
“I see. You are a squirmer. I thought this would happen.” He slid his arms under and over my thighs, pinning them open and down. There was no escape.
I tried to wriggle out when he dove straight for my clit. I moaned, my hands pulling at his hair. He groaned as he licked the entire length of my pussy, his tongue going in circles around my clit, coming closer and closer to my peak. He lapped at and sucked it, getting into a steady pace that intensified painfully slow. My body was like a music box, being wound tight excruciatingly slowly but surely.
“Mikey!”
He went even slower, if that was even at all possible. He moaned against my pussy, the vibrations bringing me closer to unbecoming.
I moaned non-stop, almost in response to his moaning, like we’re composing a song only we knew.
“Mikey, please!”
And then he quickened the pace, hitting the same spot over and over. I found myself yelling “Yes!” until my body shuddered. I came so hard I squirted. Micah continued sucking and lapping at my pussy as I rode the high. As my body started to calm down, I felt the fatigue wash over me.
It felt so good.
He rose and flipped me onto my belly, pulling my hips up in the air into puppy pose. His right hand pushed my back down into the mattress as he positioned himself behind my ass.
I heard him remove his boxers and put on a condom.
“You do know which hole, right?” I asked. As far as I knew, he hadn’t had a sexual relationship with any woman before.
That earned me a long, thick, cock straight in my vagina. I moaned as he did, and then I came. The condom was the ribbed kind. It was so so good.
He started rolling his hips and pretty soon, he found my G-spot. He hit it over and over. We were just a ragged cacophony of grunts, moans, slaps, pounds, queefs. He pounded in me like there was no tomorrow until we both came at the same time, riding the wave and slowly, the rhythm died down. I didn’t know how long this entire thing lasted but I was sated and tired. I couldn’t brain anymore. We were a tangle of limbs and stayed that way for a while, our breathing slowing down as it returned to normal.
My eyelids felt heavy, my body like lead. After what seemed like forever, I felt Micah remove himself from me and left the bed. Then, I felt him wipe me down with a warm towel, massaging away the fatigue that soon gave way to sleep. I wanted to talk, to make sure we’re alright. But I fell into the embrace that was sleep. I vaguely felt Micah hug me tight.
“Sleep, my Kaia. Good night.”
END.
