Michael’s arms encircled her from behind and he nuzzled and kissed her neck. ‘I know what you’re thinking,’ he said, ‘No, no other woman has been in here, just you Jess, just you.’
Jess turned in his arms and his lips were on hers, the tip of his tongue teasing until she opened her mouth and their tongues entwined; tasting, probing, deeper and deeper, dancing together until Jess melted, her brain turning to mush.
Oh my good God. These were the thoughts that went through her head? It was enlightening to say the least. Fascinating and enlightening. I carried on.
Michael walked them backwards until Jess felt the bed at the back of her knees. They tumbled on to it; their lips still locked together, hands joining in as they tore at each other’s clothes, till they were both naked.
Michael broke off the kiss and looked deep into Jess’s eyes, their breath mingling. ‘I promised you desert, Jess. Fancy some ice cream?’
Ice cream, Jess thought, he wants ice cream? ‘Err…’ Jess didn’t quite know what to say.
He went to a small fridge under the bar and brought back some Hagen Dazs ice cream. ‘Chocolate or vanilla?’ He asked.
I shifted on the bed, suddenly aware I was naked and my cock was sticking up like a flag pole again. Now I got why girls read this stuff. I mean…damn. My little firecracker really was a firecracker with a filthy mind. And a girl after my own heart. Was this what she wanted? Damn if it was, I would have no trouble making it reality for her. No trouble at all.
He straddled Jess’s hips and started to feed her ice cream
‘Nice?’ He asked, then with a smirk he scooped a spoonful and dropped it on her throat. Another landed on her chest, one on each breast and another on her stomach. A final scoop landed right on her pubic bone. Jess flinched as the cold ice cream hit her skin, then with that oh so sexy half smile of his, Michael licked the ice cream off her.
Starting at her throat he licked and sucked, making his way to her breasts, lapping up the now melting ice cream. He flicked her nipple with his tongue, making Jess cry out. Her senses were reeling as he cupped her other breast with his hand, gently kneading. He moved further down, sucking the ice cream, his hand following his tongue along Jess’s curves.
His hand moved down….down to Jess’s moist entrance. She writhed in pleasure as he gently parted her folds and slipped his finger inside….first one…then another.
‘Oh God! Oh Michael, please…’ Jess was panting, as Michael withdrew his fingers and replaced them with his hard length.
Jess screamed at the sudden fullness at her core, ‘You okay, Babe?’ Michael’s eyes bore into hers.
‘Yes…I think so….err…yes…’ She gave a wiggle and clenched her muscles round Michael’s girth as he began to move. Slowly at first, then faster, taking Jess to heights she had never experienced before.
‘Michael, I’m…I’m…’
‘Wait Jess, together, hold on, together…’ And with two more hard thrusts, Jess screamed as she fell over the edge and she felt Michael tense as his seed spurted into her.
I snapped back to the now to discover I was sitting on my girlfriend’s bed, at seven in the morning, reading something that was obviously private…and masturbating. I let go of my cock, realising how this would look if she caught me like this. I smirked to myself. Oh, I was going to hell for sure.
So I figured I might as well keep reading.
He held her, softly kissing her forehead, her eyes, her nose as their heartbeats gradually slowed and returned to normal.
They lay, sated, wrapped in each other’s arms…
“What…the actual…fuck!”
Chapter Sixteen
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Jewls
I couldn’t stop smiling in the shower, grinning like the Cheshire Cat. It was the first time I had seen Micah completely naked, and in broad daylight after all. It’s pretty safe to say I was not disappointed, not in the slightest. My eight inch estimation didn’t seem entirely accurate, it was hard to believe but he might possibly be bigger than that. I wasn’t about to ask him. His hairy thighs, like the rest of him, were solid and perfect, and the fact that this God of a man had stood before me naked like that, and seen me naked and not laughed or turned away disappointed by what he saw…well, I was floating on cloud nine.
I showered quickly, stepped out and dried myself off, wrapping my dressing gown around myself before heading back into the bedroom.
I noticed two things, one after the other. First, he was still stark naked, as though all he’d done since I went in the bathroom was sit on the bed.
And then my heart literally leapt into my throat as I realised he was holding my notebook, reading it, one hand on the book, the other on his…oh no, he was not. Oh my God!
“What. The. Actual. Fuck!” I shouted before I could stop the words escaping.
He jumped up like he had been burned, turning to me, the tip of his erection actually knocking my mobile off my bedside cabinet – something I probably would have found funny in other circumstances – and almost fell over his own feet.
“Jewls…” he started, and I snatched the book from him, mortified at the very thought of him having read even just a small part of it.
“That’s private!” I snapped.
“You wrote it?” he asked, ignoring my obvious embarrassment, or choosing not to see it. “It’s very good. Very…erotic.”
“It’s not meant to be masturbation material!” I protested. God, where was my brain to mouth filter. He smirked at that, and it made me want to punch him.
I was, above all else, embarrassed and I just wanted to get the hell out of there. Unfortunately, I was only wearing my underwear and a dressing gown. Intending to make it clear how pissed off at him I was – though probably looking something more like a petulant, sulky teenager – I set about stomping around the room, finding the various clothes that I needed – socks, black trousers, Pleasureland shirt – and putting them on.
Micah followed suit, first finding his boxers and stepping into them, then his trousers before stopping to watch me. He was shirtless, barefoot and sexy as sin.
“Sometimes you are fucking unbelievable!” I hissed between gritted teeth. He just watched me, amusement clear on his face.
“Calm down, Jewls. It’s not like I read your diary. Well, not as such…”
I narrowed my eyes. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
He shook his head. “Nothing…look…c’mere.”
He reached out for my hand, and I made a point of staying just far enough away that he couldn’t reach me as I continued to furiously dress myself. He wasn’t having that. He grabbed my hand and pulled me towards him.
“Did I ever tell you how incredibly sexy you are when you’re mad? This, fighting with you…it’s kind of a turn on if I’m honest…”
I frowned again. “Wha…?” I managed to get out.
And in a moment his lips were on mine, his hands grabbed my hips pulling me to him, the length of my body pressed against the length of his, tight. When he had said that fighting with me turned him on, he wasn’t kidding. I could feel his arousal pressed against my hip. Damn his sexy self – I was upset, humiliated that he had read my stuff, and seen himself in it, that he had…argh I was just furious. And he, the immature, inconsiderate selfish bastard, was horny as usual.
And just like that, I was mad again. I put my hands on his chest, shoving him as hard as I could, trying to create some distance between us. His breath on me, the sheer heat from his body had my senses in a whirl and I had to clear my head, remind myself that damn it, I was mad. It was like suffocating, but the most delicious sensation at the same time.
“No, damn it, Micah! You’ve got to stop kissing me every time we argue!”
He frowned, his expression an odd mix of annoyance and disappointment. “Why? I like kissing you…”
“Because…!” I started, frustrated and flustered, “every time you kiss me it fuzzes my brain. It’s like it wipes the
thoughts right out of my damn head! I can’t think straight when your lips are on mine! I forget everything, why I’m so mad – hell, I forget my own fucking name!”
He frowned again and then his face cleared into a brilliant, perfect smile. “You know...I’m sure it wasn’t meant to be, but I’m gonna take that as a compliment. And if all it takes is a kiss for you to forget you’re mad at me, then it can’t have been a major thing in the first place, right?”
“No! Yes, yes it was a major thing. I have every right and reason to be mad at you, Micah!”
He held his hands up and nodded. “Okay…yeah, maybe you do. I was in the wrong, and I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have looked at your book.”
“Too right!”
“But then it is about me, so…”
I frowned, feeling my face flush with embarrassment. “It’s…it’s not about you…” I stammered and he rolled his eyes.
“Oh come on, Jewls. Jess and Michael? You know…I don’t know why you’re even embarrassed, you’re a wonderful writer. And when it comes to your…sexual self…you shouldn’t be so guarded and private about what you what. You shouldn’t be embarrassed; it’s a normal, wonderful part of life. If I know what you want – which I now think I do – I can give it to you. I can try to anyway. I’m not embarrassed, and I didn’t read it and sit giggling like a child. I’m an adult Jewls, even when I’m being playful and cheeky…I’m not a boy, I’m a man. I was genuinely moved by what I read. And turned on, like you wouldn’t believe. Don’t fight that side of you, Jewls and don’t confine it to a fantasy on a piece of paper when I can make it real for you.”
I narrowed my eyes. I’m sure my face was by now bright purple. I guess I knew he was right and I believed he wasn’t embarrassed by all this, but I still was. I had never felt so horribly exposed and I was covering it with an anger that frankly I didn’t really feel anymore. But it was easier to be mad than confront what he was saying.
“Arrogant thing aren’t you?” I snapped and he smiled again.
“You’re not the first to point that out. I prefer confident though.”
“I think you’re arrogant. And I have good reason to be mad at you. Quit undermining me and making light of how I feel, it’s fucking annoying!”
“As I’ve said, you probably do have every reason. But as long as I know you can’t stay mad for long, I’m still not gonna worry. Because I know something you don’t. I know you love me.”
“Of course I do!” I yelled, “I know that, everyone knows that!”
“Ah, but I know that I love you too. You don’t believe that yet. But you will, sooner or later I’ll convince you.”
That stopped me in my tracks. We had just said we loved each other. In the middle of a fight. Awkward. Did I stay mad or concede this one to him? I know what I wanted to do, but at the same time I didn’t want him to win the fight. He always won the damn fights. And just like that, it was as if he had erased my thoughts. Again.
“Okay!” I said, with none of the gusto I’d had at the start of the fight about…what had we been arguing about again? “Okay, so we’re agreed on that. We love each other! You’re still a fucking annoying piece of shit!”
He half grinned and nodded. “Yes I am.”
“Good!” I screeched, not sure why I was still shouting, “Then that’s settled! You’re a wanker and we love each other!”
He nodded again. “We do…”
“Okay then…” I exhaled, emotionally spent and took a moment to let all that sink in. I was about to say something else – what, I have no idea – and he was on me in a flash, knocking me back against the wall, his lips on mine kissing me furiously and the whole world and everything in it faded away. And there was only him. Us. Loving each other. Holy fuck, Micah Machvaya loved me.
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Micah
She was quiet with me all the way on the walk to work, and I watched her out of the corner of my eye, trying to decide if I should be worried or not. I came to the conclusion that I had nothing to worry about. She was just reeling from us saying we loved each other, maybe a little embarrassed still, and well…sulking as only Jewls knew how.
I slipped my hand around her waist and leaned in close to her. “Still mad at me?” she didn’t answer me – yep, definitely still sulking – so I stopped walking and pulled her into my arms. “Jewls…talk to me. Are you still mad?”
She let out an exaggerated sigh and shrugged. “I don’t know.” She thought for a minute. “But you know what I’m not? Embarrassed, not any more. If anyone should be embarrassed after all it’s not me…it’s you.”
I frowned. “Me? Why me?”
“I may be the secret author of something you might call…risqué. I might have written that, but you…you are the grown man that got caught masturbating to it like a spotty teenager with a dirty magazine.”
I smirked and nodded. “I suppose that’s one way of looking at it. But I’m not embarrassed Jewls. I read something that turned me on. My body responded and I responded to my body’s needs. That’s a perfectly natural thing to do, in my opinion. I’m comfortable with my sexual needs, with my body and with who I am…and so I’m not ashamed. And nor should you be. You should be proud because I meant what I said. You are an incredible writer and a talent like that…should not be hidden. You’re a smart, sexy girl, Jewls. And that’s why I love you. So…are we gonna have one of those days where you punish me all day for being a bit of a prick, sulk and then fall into my arms later when you realise that you just can’t get through a day without kissing me…or are we gonna have a day where you know you can’t get through a day without kissing me and start the day embracing that realisation and saving us both a lot of aggro? What do you say, sweetheart? Forgiven?”
She didn’t look impressed in the slightest with my arrogance, so I pulled out the big guns and stuck my bottom lip out, pouting. She rolled her eyes and I knew I had her back with me. She reached up on her tip toes and kissed me, just on the corner of my mouth – a kiss, but not quite a full kiss. A delicious and slightly cruel tease that had me desperate for more. She was learning how to play me, and getting damned good at it.
A tiny smile appeared on her face, almost a smirk and she shrugged. “We’re gonna be late.”
Damn her.
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Jewls
MAY
What birthday present do you get a man who seemingly has everything? That was the problem I had as Micah’s birthday rolled around. The man was one thousand percent content in his life and seemed to neither want nor need anything more than what he already had. When I asked him, he said all he wanted was me to come to his birthday barbeque. As if it wasn’t enough that I had to buy for Micah, of course it was Marco’s birthday too. And I didn’t know him well enough to know what he might want or need. A box of condoms seemed apt for someone like him, the sluttier version of Micah.
In the end I finally came up with something for Marco while browsing online and something for Micah the morning of his birthday, talk about cutting it fine. It worked in my favour, rushing around all morning, because it meant I didn’t have time to sit around fretting about the Machvaya family barbeque. I had never been to Micah’s house, never seen his other brothers again since that night at the park – apart from Nic a couple of times at the restaurant when meeting Micah from work – and I still had one brother to meet, the elusive Eli. Mari and I had become good friends, we texted a lot, I asked advice on Micah and she was always happy to oblige. I thanked God every day that she had turned out to be so nice – in every book I had ever read the sister had always been the catty one, the one giving the new girlfriend grief but not Mari. She seemed to look to me as a new sister, someone to even out a very unbalanced family dominated by boys.
Still the idea of spending the afternoon in the company of the entire Machvaya clan made my stomach flip with almost unbearable nerves. Worst of it was, Micah had given me the address to make my own way there. So I was goi
ng to have to walk in there on my own. Where was I going to find the guts to do that?
I spent the morning sorting out the presents and obsessing over my stupid crazy hair and agonising over what to wear. It was a scorching hot day and I desperately wanted to put some shorts on or – God forbid – a skirt, but in the end settled on cropped leggings and one of my almost trademark long summer tee-shirts with flat sandals. I thought I looked okay, casual but neat and tidy. It was after all, just a family barbeque, not a formal ball.
Standing outside the house at five to twelve, I could not believe my eyes. I checked the address Micah had given me several times to make sure I had it right. The house before me was…spectacular. I knew they had to live somewhere big, there were just so many of them, but this place was beautiful and so modern. With an immaculate front garden that stretched around the left side too, it was well looked after to the point that it looked almost brand new. I imaged rooms to the back would have incredible views of the sea. The house was white, the woodwork painted pale blue, giving it a nautical, almost Mediterranean feel. I could only imagine what the interior was like. I had a newfound, or rather renewed respect for Nic. To have stepped up at a young age to provide for his abandoned siblings was one thing, to have provided them with this was just…above and beyond. It took my breath away.
I swallowed the familiar rising feeling of being way out of my depth and made my feet move forward, through the gate and towards the front door, ringing the doorbell and stepping back to wait.
There was no answer and I waited what I felt was long enough before trying again. Still nothing. I debated calling him, and then decided to have a sneaky look round the back first.
I made my way round to the side of the house, trying the gate there and opening it up to be met with a sight that took my breath away, literally. Before my nerve left me, I stepped into the back garden, closing the gate behind me.
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