It was a noise that brought her attention to the far side of the balcony. There, she saw Jackson with his back turned to her.
“Jackson,” she said, but she soon noticed that he was lip locked with another woman. The woman’s arms snaked around him pulling him closer to her deepening the kiss.
Upon hearing his name, Jackson turned to find Michelle staring at him, blank faced. He quickly released the woman and turned to Michelle, suddenly realizing the gravity of what he had just done.
She looked over slightly and found that the woman was Nadia. She wasn’t surprised that it was her considering how she had been trying to one-up Michelle since she arrived. Michelle looked back at Jackson.
“Wait, Chelle,” Jackson said, trying to overcome the drunkenness and stepped towards her. Michelle shook her head and fought the tears that were stinging her eyes. She quickly turned away and hurriedly walked into the restaurant. She went to Rachel unable to stop the tears that were falling down her cheeks.
“Rachel,” Michelle whispered unable to convey what was wrong.
Rachel looked at her wide-eyed and worried, but without missing a beat took Michelle’s hand and stormed out of the restaurant.
“What’s wrong?” Rachel asked softly as she embraced her crying friend.
“I just need to get out of here,” Michelle clung to her friend who began calling for a taxi. The image of Jackson kissing Nadia played over and over again in her head.
*****
The taxi had gotten the two women to the mansion safely. Since she had left, Jackson had been calling her nonstop. Eventually she simply turned off her phone.
“I think I need to go back home,” Michelle said as she sunk to the floor and began to pack her things.
“You still haven’t told me what happened,” Rachel said softly sitting next to her teary-eyed friend.
“And Jackson’s birthday is tomorrow Michelle, do you really want to leave?”
“Yes,” Michelle said calmly as she wiped the remaining tears from her face and continued throwing clothes into her suitcase.
Rachel let out a frustrated noise and grabbed Michelle’s hand forcing her to stop what she was doing.
“Michelle, tell me what the hell happened.”
Michelle looked over to her stern face friend and released a breath before fully facing her.
“I saw Jackson and Nadia together. They were kissing,” Michelle said. There was a pause and Rachel couldn’t conceal the confused look on her face.
“I thought you knew they were a thing or something,” Rachel probed further. “Why does it bother you so much?”
Michelle looked down at her hands; she wasn’t prepared to tell Rachel despite the fact that she was her best friend. Maybe she was scared that Rachel would judge her, or not approve.
“Oh, I get it,” Rachel said slowly after the quietness deafened, she then took Michelle’s hands into hers. “I’m so stupid I didn’t even realize it,” she said gently tapping her forehead in sudden realization of what was going on. “You’re in love with him,” Rachel said with a small smile.
Michelle felt the tears flow free as she sniffled and nodded.
“I just, I didn’t realize how much until I saw him like that,” Michelle revealed to Rachel. Rachel leaned over and embraced her friend in a hug, soothing her.
“So much for getting lucky,” Rachel said with a sigh, still rubbing her friend’s back. Michelle let out a laugh and pulled away wiping the tears from her eyes grateful for Rachel being there with her.
A small knock on the door caused both women to turn their heads to the source of the noise.
“Chelle?” the familiar voice called from the other side of the wooden door.
“What do you want to do?”
Michelle wasn’t sure what she wanted to do. She was still hurt by what she had seen, and honestly she didn’t see herself handling a talk with Jackson in a calm, composed manner. In any case the knocking continued and probably wouldn’t stop until she replied.
“I don’t know what I want to do,” Michelle said slowly as the two of them stood up. Rachel decided and went to the opening of the door to glare Jackson down. Despite his face and demeanor that showed he was remorseful for what he had done, Rachel refused to let him into the room.
“Chelle, I need to talk to you,” he said looking over Rachel’s small frame.
“There’s nothing to talk about Jackson, I’m leaving on the next flight,” Michelle said slowly as she went back to packing her things.
“Please Chelle, let me just explain,” he said as he tried to make his way past the iron block Rachel.
Michelle looked at him, looked into his eyes and saw that he was hurt by this situation but that didn’t make things any better. She would give him a chance to spew out whatever lame excuse he had thought of then leave in the morning.
“Rachel let him in,” Michelle said slowly watching her friend turn to her with concern on her face.
“It’s okay, I’ll be fine, and ready to leave in the morning,” Michelle said, looking at Jackson as she said the last part.
Rachel nodded and opened the door fully allowing Jackson to walk in. She then exited the room. Jackson stood there and watched Michelle as she finished packing her things.
“You don’t have to go,” he said as he slowly walked to her and sat on the other side of the suitcase. Michelle said nothing and slammed her suitcase closed zipping it up.
“Nadia is gone, I told her to go home, I didn’t realize she would cause so much trouble,” he went to take Michelle’s hand but she didn’t allow it and recoiled.
Jackson sighed and ran his fingers through his dark hair.
“Nadia set me up, she fell backwards and I went to catch her, she pulled me and shoved her tongue down my throat,” Jackson said searching for Michelle’s eyes.
It was at that moment Michelle had to decide for herself if she believed the story or not. She was torn between how she felt about him and what she had seen at the restaurant.
“I know it hurt you to see that but it wasn’t my intention, I don’t have feelings like that for Nadia,” he said as he took her chin in his fingers and made her face him.
“My feelings for you, you should know how it is by now. Nadia was never a factor,” he said with a determined look on his face that made Michelle’s heart pound.
Jackson moved the suitcase away from between them and scooted closer to her.
“Look at me Michelle, if you can honestly say to my face that you believe I would intentionally try to hurt you I’ll leave.”
Michelle felt her eyes sting again. The fact was she didn’t believe he would intentionally hurt her and they both knew that.
“Why did you kiss me, you messed things up when you kissed me,” Michelle sniffled as she hit his chest. Jackson took her hand and brought it to his lips placing a kiss on it.
“You know why I kissed you,” he said slowly as he leaned in and placed another kiss on her forehead. His hand went to wipe the dampness from her cheek. The two of them had feelings for each other that lingered throughout all of these years but the two never acted upon them. Michelle felt like maybe the fear of the relationship failing had held her back, and maybe it held him back too.
Right now at this moment Michelle didn’t feel fear of what would happen. All she wanted was for him to kiss her again, despite that she was still angry at him. She just wanted his lips on hers.
*****
Jackson always knew what he wanted, from the time that he was boy to now, he always knew. When Jackson decided what he wanted, there was nothing in the world that would change his mind. And Jackson had decided he wanted Michelle and no one else.
His hand that rested on her check slid down to her shoulder and gave it a light squeeze. He looked into her light brown eyes and he knew just then that she wanted him just as badly as he wanted her.
He leaned in and pressed his lips to hers. Without hesitation she deepened the kiss, asking access to his mouth
with her tongue. He granted it access happily and allowed their tongues to dance with one another as his hands began to roam her body. She moaned against his mouth as his large hands engulfed her breasts and lightly pinched her clothed nipples.
He guided her body onto the carpeted floor and nestled himself in between her legs grinding himself against her heated center. His hands continued to explore her body moving all the way down to her thigh before disappearing under her dress.
His warm hands glided against her soft skin as he pulled the dress up to her stomach exposing the area he was seeking. Each touch set her body on fire and she moaned for him not to stop. His hand went to her panties and began to rub the area mercilessly causing her moans to echo loudly throughout the room.
His mouth went to her covered nipple and licked and bit at the sensitive nub as his hand continued its torture. Michelle decided she wasn’t going to take this lightly, and moved her hand to his clothed member. She began to rub the already hardened appendage. He pulled away from her and let out a moan, pleasure written all over his face as she equally tortured him with her hand.
He went and bit her lip lightly with a growl as her hand unbuttoned his pants and slipped inside the hidden area. It took everything in him not to lose it as her petite hand wrapped around his now uncovered dick.
“Okay, no more teasing,” Jackson said breathlessly as he heard her stifle a laugh.
She released his dick and he proceeded to remove her panties slowly never breaking eye contact. Michelle couldn’t deal with how much she wanted him; everything about him was utterly erotic to her. Even just the foreplay would have easily brought her to a climax.
Jackson threw her panties to the side and slid her dress over her head leaving her in just her bra. Michelle in turn unbuttoned Jackson’s shirt and removed it from his muscular body. He leaned down, his large body covering her petite one and placed his lips on the center of her neck. He pulled a condom from his wallet and rolled it onto his dick before rubbing the head of his penis on her already wet opening.
Michelle let a moan escape her lips as the pleasure of what he was doing ran up and down her body. Her lips went to his broad shoulder and pressed against it to stifle the loud moans that were flowing from her mouth.
Jackson began slowly to push himself inside of her, letting the warmness and wetness engulf his throbbing dick. He cursed under his breath as he allowed himself to get used to how tight she was around him. Michelle’s hands pressed against his broad back as he began to move in and out of her in a rhythm.
Their moans took over the quietness of the night as Jackson held Michelle’s writhing body close to his. With each thrust he could feel Michelle getting tighter and tighter around him. He was also close but he wanted her to come before he did, and he was determined to make that happen.
His thrusts became deeper and firmer and he sunk his canines into the small of her neck. Michelle’s nails dragged across his back as the pleasure was starting to become too much for her and she felt the pressure within her rise steadily. She called out his name over and over again as each thrust brought her closer to the edge.
His teeth sank deeper into her neck, his hand fondling her breasts. His thrusts dug deeper and deeper into her as he grabbed her legs and placed them on his shoulders. Michelle bit her lip but was unable to stifle the intense moan that came from her throat as he pushed her completely over the edge. At the same time, Jackson grew inside of her as he felt his orgasm approaching at an alarming rate.
Not soon after her climax, Jackson came to, fast and hard like she had. The two lay there on the floor panting and regaining their breath. Jackson climbed off Michelle after a moment and pulled her to him holding her in his arms.
Michelle looked up at him before placing her head on his chest. Jackson leaned in and kissed her cheek and began to slowly rub her back. A few more moments of silenced passed before he spoke.
“So does this mean you’re staying?”
Michelle chuckled and held herself on her elbows to look at him.
“Hm, I’m still thinking about it,” Michelle said she left it up to him to wonder if she was joking or not.
“I see, use me for amazing sex and leave me, I get it,” Jackson said with a sigh and looked away pretending to be hurt.
“Oh hush,” Michelle laughed and slapped his bare chest. “Yes I’ll be staying.”
Jackson’s face lit up and he wrapped his arms around her bringing her back to his chest.
“I imagine Rachel had an earful tonight,” he said with a wicked smirk.
*****
The next day, Michelle had to explain to Rachel what happened between her and Jackson. Rachel wasn’t too surprised that they’d made up; in fact she wanted it to happen. She could see how much Michelle loved Jackson and vice versa, it would have been disappointing to know that they hadn’t worked it out. It also turned out Rachel was off having her own steamy adventure with one of Jackson’s guests, which pleased Michelle. The rest of the day went on without a hitch; the two girls along with the other females of the group did a spa day and relaxed.
Jackson’s masquerade party was that night; when the clock hit midnight it would officially be his birthday. Now that all the drama was out of the way Michelle was having a pretty good time.
The girls had gone shopping for their dresses and masks for tonight and Michelle was pretty pleased with her outfit. It was a long, silver, lightly sparkled dress that dropped to her feet. She bought silver shoes to match and a gold mask to wear.
Michelle stood in the mirror admiring herself as she heard the voices downstairs increase in volume. People were already coming in and drinking, prepared to have a blast that night. She ran her painted fingernails through her curls to loosen them up before she felt ready to meet the other guests. She made a pit stop at Rachel’s room and knocked on her door so they could go downstairs together.
“Rachel?”
The few knocks placed on the door resulted in no reply and Michelle was beginning to worry a bit. They had said they would go down together and she doubted that Rachel would change her mind. Deciding it would be best if she let herself in, Michelle grabbed the door knob and swung the large wooden door open.
To her deepest surprise, Rachel was up against the wall with a rather handsome blonde man pressing against her. The two looked over at Michelle in shock and scrambled to untangle themselves from each other’s grasps.
Michelle smirked and clicked her tongue.
“Rachel you naughty girl you,” Michelle said playfully as her smirk widened.
“Michelle, I’ll be out in a second!”
Michelle shrugged and stepped out of the room shutting the door behind her. She only had to wait a moment before the two adults walked out, their cheeks flushed red.
“No need to be embarrassed!”
Michelle teased as she walked a few steps ahead of them. Upon closer look, the man was revealed to be Matthew, Jackson’s golf buddy. Michelle was happy for Rachel and hoped the relationship would go further than this trip.
As they finally reached the main spot for the party, strobe lights and nothing else lit up the room and booming music vibrated the walls. It was already packed and Michele figured it would be hard to find Jackson in the sea of people. The three of them figured they would go to the dance floor and look for Jackson later; he would have to turn up eventually.
With a drink in hand, Michelle let the music flow through her as she moved her body with the beat. The alcohol settled in her stomach and warmed her body as she continued to move. As she danced, she felt a body come close to her causing her to turn around quickly to identify the person.
Face fully covered in an elaborate red mask, Michelle searched for the eyes and found the green hue to be familiar. The man smiled and she instantly knew it was Jackson.
Without a word, he turned her around and urged her to continue dancing, their bodies moved in sync with one another. Michelle just then felt a hard bulge press against her lower back and
it urged her to dance hard against it. His hands snaked around her waist and pressed her closer to him.
She felt him lean in, his hot breath against her ear.
“Come with me,” he said in a low and hoarse voice before he grabbed her hand and led her away from the crowded scene.
“Where are we going?”
“You’ll see.”
Michelle allowed Jackson to lead her up the stairs and to his bedroom. She thought they would go to the bed but instead he took her out to the large balcony area. She allowed the night air to wash over her and walked over to the railing taking in the lights of the city far below.
“Beautiful,” she said with a smile as she felt him come behind her and wrap his arms around her waist.
“Not as beautiful as you,” he said as his lips went to her shoulder blade and nipped at it.
“You do realize that you have a party to host,” Michelle said as she felt his hands roam her body.
“They can wait,” he said as his mouth went to her ear and began nibbling on the lobe. Michelle let out a quiet moan, conscious of the fact that they were now outside and Jackson was going to do what he wanted to her.
She felt his hands go to her dress zipper and heard the noise of it sliding down her back at the same time she heard the zipper to his pants go down to. She shivered slightly and felt his body press against hers instantly warming her up.
With a nudge, Michelle’s dress fell off her body and pooled at her feet as he began to grind against her butt and run his hand up and down her smooth stomach. His hand went to her crotch and with one quick motion ripped her delicate lace panties off of her.
Michelle let out a noise of protest which quickly transformed into a moan as his dick nudged at her opening. She widened her stance voluntarily and allowed him to push himself into her. The two moaned at the instant pleasure and Jackson began to thrust up into her. The spot he was hitting had Michelle leaned over the railing and clutching on for dear life.
She tried everything in her power to quiet her moans and not to arouse suspicion from those below them. Jackson leaned over her heated body, his hand went to her chin and pushed it up so their lips could make contact. Her moans were silenced by the deep kiss he initiated, and his thrusts become more powerful.
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