"Is this still good?" Mike's voice sounded from the kitchen.

"Is what still good?" I asked while wrapping my fluffy towel around myself and walking into the room. He was holding a cup of yogurt, eyeing it for the date. "The date is on the bottom, dipshit."

"Oh," he laughed and flipped it over. Then he tore off the top and stuck a spoon in it, "So fucking good."

"Is that my last Key Lime one?" He smirked, "Mike, you fucking asshole, that's my favorite kind!" He held the smirk on his face as he dipped the spoon in the yogurt and brought it up to his mouth again. He completely missed and it got all over his bottom lip. I bursted into laughter and his smirk dropped. "You're so slick."

"I played it out better in my head," he laughed and I stood on my tip toes and licked the yogurt off him. "Don't you have somewhere to be?"

He shoved me playfully, "I'm trying to hold out as long as I can from going." He pouted, "Rae, don't make me go!"

I rolled my eyes and turned to walk off towards my room, "She's your girlfriend."

I walked in and pulled my towel off my body and then covered myself in lotion. Diablo was laying on my bed, as usual, and was sound asleep. I had to lock him in my room whenever Mike came over because they still hadn't become friends yet and Diablo always tried to attack him. I pulled on a pair of little, black cotton shorts and a t-shirt. I then pulled my towel from my hair so my hair could air dry. I walked out of my room, closing the door behind me, to find Mike sitting on my counter texting away.

He looked up at me and groaned before looking back down at his phone, "I hate when you wear stuff like that because I know you're not wearing underwear or a bra beneath it."

I felt my cheeks turn red, "Shut up." My phone started to ring and I grabbed it off the charger, Vic's name and face popping up on the screen. I leaned with my elbows against the island and braced myself for a hundred questions, "Hello?"

"Tell Mike to get his ass home because I don't know how much longer I can stall Josie," Vic's voice came through sounding irritated.

"I don't know what you're talking about," I laughed when Mike took his left foot and kicked my butt.

Vic huffed on the line, "You're both stupid. She's driving me crazy. Tell Mike if he doesn't get home, I'm telling her that he's cheating on her."

Mike hopped down from the counter and snatched the phone from my hands, putting it on speaker, "Don't do that, I want the money. I only have five weeks left!"

"Then get over here and act like a good boyfriend and make her leave me alone," Vic grumbled.

"But I don't like her either," Mike whined and then looked at me. He grinned, "Rae, want to have a girls day?"

"I'm not hanging out with her!" I yelled. "You're out of your damn mind!"

Vic laughed, "Rae, you should hang out with her because then we can have time to do our video chat tonight without her interrupting."

"Fuck you, Victor," I growled. My eyes set on Mike who was sticking his bottom lip out at me, "Fuck you too, Michael."

"Five weeks till you can do that, sugar," he grinned and kissed my lips.

"Can you guys not do this while on the phone with me?" Vic huffed, "Please come home, Mike. Please. Please. Please."

"Fine," Mike sighed. "I'll leave here in ten minutes." He looked at me and grinned, "It really would be amazing if you spent the day with her. I'm supposed to take her shopping. I'll just hand her a few hundreds and you guys can go."

I groaned, "You've lost your damn mind."

"Please, baby," he stuck his bottom lip out at me and batted his eyelashes. I rolled my eyes and he chuckled, "You can't say no to this face."

"I can and I will," I laughed and leaned in and kissed his nose.

"Raymond," he said in a stern voice and tried to keep a straight face.

I raised an eyebrow, "I'm definitely not doing it now that you called me that."

A smile broke across his face and he wrapped his arms around me, "Do it. For me."

"What's in it for me?" I looked up at him with a grin.

"I'll cook you dinner," he smiled down at me.

I rolled my eyes, "Deal."

He picked me up and pressed his lips against mine before setting me back down, "You're the best. Let me call her and then we can head to my place."


I couldn't believe I was seriously sitting in the passenger seat of Josie's white Range Rover while she drove towards the mall. She was tapping her French manicured acrylic nails on the steering wheel as she sung horribly to whatever came on the radio. I was texting Mike telling him how much I wanted to shoot myself and how much I hated him for this and that dinner better be amazing.

Josie pulled into a parking spot at the mall and grinned at me, "Let's go shopping!"

I faked a smile and threw my fist in the air, "Can't wait!"

"My first stop has to be Michael Kors. I need a new handbag so bad!" She whined as we entered the mall. Her heels clacking on the marble floors. I seriously wished I could slam my head into the floor. We walked into the store and she let out a shriek when she picked up a big pink purse, "I just love that Mike gave me money so I can buy this!"

I rolled my eyes as she turned to the woman at the cash register talking about how she wanted the bag. I looked around the store and snorted. I was a 21 year old, hard working little bitch. I barely made enough money to support myself, let alone come shopping to some place like this.

"Don't you just love it?" Josie squealed as she shook the bag in my face.

I pushed it away and smiled, "Yeah. It's like so you."

"I know, right!" She grinned, showing off her perfectly straight and white teeth. I had been with her for forty five minutes and I was ready to knock them all out of her mouth. "Rae, I wanted to ask since you were with Mike before and we're coming up on our five month anniversary. I know he's going to go get me some present or something, so I was wondering if you could help me pick out lingerie for the night. It's next Thursday."

It seriously took everything in me to not let out a growl and yank her extensions out. The thought of her hands on Mike sickened me. I knew they still had sex, but I didn't want to hear about it, nor take part in helping it happen. I plastered a smile on my face, "Of course. Let's go find you something."

"You and I are seriously going to become the best of friends! I can tell already," she smiled and waltzed off in direction of the closest lingerie store. "So what's Mike's favorite color?"

I decided that I was going to sabotage this. "He loves his girls in purple lingerie, and he likes it when you look classy. So look for something that is a little more on the covered up side." She nodded and started looking around.

"You think he'd like this?" She smiled as she held up a dark purple chemise. It didn't have lace or any embellishments other than a little padding in the boob area. "This is all that I can find in my size that would fit his criteria."

I smiled, "He'd love that. Why don't you go try it on?"

"Good idea! I'll let you know how it looks!" She beamed and walked off towards the fitting room.

I rolled my eyes and started looking around for myself. My eyes fell right on something I knew Mike would love. His favorite colors for lingerie were red, black or leopard print. He despised the color purple. He liked things see-through and sexy. He wanted things that accentuated every curve on a girls body. I had found a leopard bustier that also came with a pair of leopard and black lace cheekies. I grabbed the set that was in my size and then grabbed some garters. I didn't give a shit if he didn't want to sleep with me while he was still dating her or not. She was pissing me off and I was going to get what I wanted.

Josie appeared at my side, "It looks amazing on me!" She looked at what I had in my hand, "Damn girl, is that for Alec?"

I grinned, "Yeah. I mean, I may as well get him something since we're here."

"Lucky man," she laughed.


We finished up shopping, thank god it went by fast. She kept asking me for tips on her relationship with Mike. I decided to just be a bitch and make up a bunch of lies that would make him hate her even more. He was going to get rid of her anyway, so why not make him hate her. I had Josie drop me off at my apartment complex, and of course she asked for my number and said she wanted to hang out again. I cringed at the thought of spending more time together as just me and her. The plan was to make her my best friend to get to Mike, but I already had Mike back where I wanted him and she needed to stay at least ten miles away from me at all times. I walked up the steps to my apartment and opened the door, getting hit with an amazing smell and Diablo barking.

I smiled as I closed the door behind me, "There's my good boy." I leaned down and kissed Diablo's head.

"That's no way to greet me," Mike smiled and leaned against the wall that separated the front room and the kitchen.

"Hey you," I smiled and walked over to him, pressing a kiss on his cheek. "Smells amazing."

"I hope it tastes amazing," he smiled. "What did you get?" He tried to reach into my bag.

"Hands away, buddy," I laughed and smacked his hand. "It's a secret. I'm going to go get changed."

I walked into my room and changed from my jeans and sweater into a t-shirt and leggings. I then walked out into the kitchen where two plates were set on my table. Mike was in the refrigerator, pulling out two beers. I sat down and he set the beers on the table. He then grabbed my plate and put rice, beans and a sizzling veggie fajita on it, "Para ti, mi amor."

I took a huge bite before Mike even sat down. He laughed as he grabbed my beer and popped the cap off. I swallowed and grinned at him, "This is so good, babe."

"Was it worth spending the day with her?" He laughed and took a bite of his food. He had a steak and veggie fajita on his plate.

I smiled and took another bite. "Totally," I said with food in my mouth.

"You're so attractive, I can't handle it," Mike chuckled as a pepper fell out of my mouth.


“Can you cook for me every night?” I asked as I nuzzled my head into Mike’s neck. We were laying on the couch watching Evil Dead.

He smiled and ran his fingers through my hair, “You’re the female. You should be cooking me feasts.”

I rolled my eyes and mumbled against his neck, “Don’t be sexist.”

“Don’t put your lips on my neck, Rae, please,” he groaned. I smirked against his skin and opened my mouth, letting my tongue run across his neck right under his left ear. He let out a shaky breath and I drug my teeth over the spot I licked. “You’re killing me,” he whined and pulled me away from his neck.

“I can do the same thing to your chest, you know,” I smiled and rested my chin on his bare chest while looking up at him.

“Don’t,” he furrowed his eyebrows at me. “You’re going to start something I can’t finish.”

“You can finish it, you just don’t want to,” I pouted.

He shrugged, “I just don’t feel right doing that to you.”

“Yeah, so instead you make me go shopping with your stupid girlfriend who asks me to help her pick out lingerie to wear for you,” I pursed my lips and got off him.

“Rae,” he got off the couch and started walking behind me. “I didn’t know she was going to do that, okay?”

“Well, I mean, usually it’s a surprise when your girl gets lingerie for you.” I turned around and faced him, “The least you could do is make me feel better, but you won’t.”

He groaned and ran a hand through his hair, “I respect you too much, babe! I told you that! I don’t want to start sleeping with you if I’m sleeping with someone else.”

I rolled my eyes, “Well maybe I don’t want to be respected, ever think about that?” I turned on my heel and walked into my room, slamming my door in Mike’s face just to make my temper tantrum worse.

“You’re seriously going to slam a fucking door in my face because I’m being a nice guy?” Mike barked when he walked in my room. “Are you fucking kidding me? Any other girl would be so fucking ecstatic that a dude respects her enough not to sleep with her while he’s fucking some whore, but you’re all pissed off about it!”

“I forgot that I’m just any girl, Mike. Sorry,” I crossed my arms against my chest.

He threw his hands into the air, “You’re not just any girl. Jesus fuck, Rae! You irritate the shit out of me!”

“Then maybe you should leave and go hang out with your stupid little cunt of a girlfriend!” I snarled, “You can go home and fuck her brains out!”

His fist hit my wall, leaving a pretty good sized dent in it. “Do you fucking hear yourself? You’re fighting with me and being a bitch just because I won’t fuck you!”

“You have no idea how I feel after having to listen her ramble on and on about your relationship. Your fucking sex life. She asked me for tips, Mike! Put yourself in my shoes!” I felt my eyes become damp, “I’m not used to something like this! I’m not even used to having fucking feelings!” I let out a sob and literally had to lean against the wall for support, “And I have to fucking share you with some little bitch who gets to put her hands all over you and I can’t even kiss your neck without getting yelled at.”

“Rae,” Mike sighed and walked over to me. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into his chest. “Don’t cry over me, baby. Please.”

“It’s just so hard,” I mumbled in between sniffles.

“Look, if it hurts you that much I’ll just get rid of her tomorrow and lose the bet.” He rubbed my back, “No amount of money is worth you getting hurt over.”

I pulled my head from his chest and looked up at him, my mascara stinging my eyes. “I’m not going to make you do that. It’s just really hard on me, and all I want is to be able to feel something.”

He pressed a kiss to my forehead, “Would it make you feel better if I told you that one time I accidentally moaned out Rae instead of Josie?”

I let out a small laugh, “Shut up.” I stood on my tip toes and locked my lips with his.

The quickness of my moves made him stumble back a bit; his back falling onto my bed and his arms pulling me down with him. I moved my legs to where I was straddling him. I sat up and yanked his hat off his head, then planted my lips back on his and entangled my small hands in the black mess of hair he had. He slipped his tongue in my mouth and let out a groan when I tugged on his hair. I smirked against his lips and grinded my lower half against his.

“Rae,” he moaned as he pulled his face from mine.

“Please,” I whined and grinded on him again.

“If you really want it that bad. I just don’t want this to make you hurt worse,” he sighed while he ran his long fingers down my back.

“I don’t want it. I need it,” I groaned.

He chuckled and flipped me over, placing my head on the pillows and my back flat on the mattress. “I swear, your mood swings are enough to make me think you’re literally psycho.”

I glared and kicked his shin, “Only I can call me psycho.”


He rolled his eyes and yanked my t-shirt off my body, my leggings soon following afterwards. He placed his lips back on mine, catching them in a heated kiss as he ran his fingers over the front of my undies, feeling the dampness. I let out a moan when he pushed them to the side and slipped one finger inside me. His tongue was in a steady battle against mine as he slipped a second finger inside. He moved his mouth from my lips and down to my chest, catching my non-pierced nipple in between his teeth and tugging slightly.

“Fuck, Mike,” I moaned out.

He chuckled against my skin as he moved his face lower, finally meeting the top of my panties. He grabbed onto them with his hands and pulled them down my legs, throwing them somewhere on the floor. He wasted no time in pushing my legs apart and shoving his face in between them. I let out a small scream at the feeling; not expecting him to just thrust his tongue inside me. He put his fingers back in me as he sucked on my clit, and then pulled them back out and put his tongue back in me. He kept switching back and forth, driving me into pure bliss. The feeling of his mustache and beard were enough to drive me over the edge. Mike was already skilled with his tongue, but all of the friction that was going on down there was extremely impressive; I couldn’t even count how many times I moaned out his name. I felt my orgasm wash over as he rubbed my clit with his thumb, his tongue licking up the small amount of liquid that gushed out of me.


Next thing I knew, his belt and jeans hit the floor. I sat up and grabbed onto his hips, guiding him under me. I let him lay back in the pillows, then yanked his boxers down his skinny little legs. I reached over in my bedside table and pulled out a condom. I gave his giant dick a few strokes before slipping the condom on it, and lining it up with my opening. I lowered myself on him and we both let out loud groans. I slowly started moving myself against him. On top, Mike wasn’t too crazy about an in-and-out motion, but more of a hip rolling motion. I began to roll my hips against his; his hands grabbed onto my backside, his short nails sinking into my skin. My name slipped out of his mouth as he closed his eyes. I held onto the headboard for support as I looked down at him. His eyes were closed and his mouth was formed in an O. Curse words and moans were spilling out of it. I moved my hips faster, and then decided to add the in-and-out motion. His hands helped me bounce myself on top of him. He moved himself to where his legs were bent, and he could thrust into me from underneath. His eyes opened as I let out a scream when he brushed against my g-spot, a smile forming across his face when our eyes met. He thrusted hard into me again, and I felt myself becoming breathless and weak as my second orgasm hit me.

He pulled out of me and pushed me onto my back before slipping back in, a guttural moan sounding from his throat. “Have you been doing kegals for the past six months? You’re like virgin tight,” he groaned as he pounded into me.

I smirked and tightened my walls around him, “Maybe.” His thrusts started getting sloppier, sweat was dripping down his face and his hair was a nappy, drenched mess. I could tell he was so close, “You gonna cum?” He moaned out an mhm. I tightened my walls again and yanked on his hair; pulling his ear up next to my mouth. I grabbed his lobe with my teeth and whispered, “Cum for me, Daddy.”

“FUCK!” He called out and collapsed on top of me like deadweight. He slipped out of me and got up to throw away the condom. He pulled his boxers on and threw me his shirt before laying down in bed again. I pulled his shirt on and snuggled into his side, not caring that I didn’t have any underwear on.

“I can’t wait until you’re mine,” he smiled and squeezed me tightly with his arms.

Notes

YAY FINALLY A LONG CHAPTER

I was supposed to post this yesterday,
But I couldn't decide if I should make them fuck or not.
I kept taking the sex in and out of it; being super indecisive.
So I kept contemplating up until an hour ago...
And I decided to just let them fuck.

I wrote this the other night after a few glasses of wine.
So if there is any mistakes or grammar errors, don't hate me.

Next update will hopefully be by Friday.
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