I sat across the table at a mom-and-pop breakfast restaurant with Lex. The rest of the girls were asleep and didn’t plan on waking up until an hour before our flight. It was around nine in the morning, and I knew I looked like I had a hangover. My hair was nappy from curling it last night. I tried to brush it out but it didn’t really help. I had on minimal make-up, as well as some comfortable but cute clothes. Lex looked like a million bucks, but she always did.

I sipped on the cup of coffee that sat in front of me. I felt her eyes boring into me and I looked up with crimson cheeks, “What?”

“Nothing,” she flashed me a smile, showing off her perfect dimples. “You just look so cute.”

I rolled my eyes, “More like so hungover and a mess.”

“You’re a cute mess,” she giggled. I felt my cheeks heat up again. She always had this affect on me. She was my best friend for years, but there was always something more between us. “Do your friends know about me?”

“No. Not even Mia knows. The only person that knows is Jaime,” I said as she nodded. “You were my perfect, little secret. You always will be.”

She sighed and ran a hand through her hair. “You’re still the only girl that I have ever been with.”

“So are you. I could never do what we did with anyone else.”

She smiled, “Remember that conversation we had back in high school? We were like sixteen and talking about how vaginas creeped us out.”

“Yeah, and then we woke up cuddling the next morning,” I laughed.

She laughed with me, “I still have that picture of us kissing in the photo-booth.”

“I wish I remembered the first night we hooked up. All I remember was that we woke up naked and I had like five hickeys on my hipbones.”

“Nothing was the same after that,” Lex grinned. “I wish you were spending more time out here. I hate that you’re leaving today.”

“What if you come visit in a couple weeks? I have my own apartment and you can just stay with me. We can catch up, you know?” I proposed with a smile, “I’ll even pay for your plane ticket.”

She smiled and held her hand out to me, “You’ve got yourself a deal, Matthews.”


The plane ride back was full of slumber, just like the one there. I woke up to Mia drooling on my shoulder. Mike was the one that picked all of us from the airport. The guys were all at the Fuentes’ household for Sunday Football and beer, and of course everyone wanted to be with their significant other after a weekend of being away. After a good hour of snuggling up with Mike on the couch, I excused myself into the kitchen. Jaime followed me in there and leaned against the refrigerator, looking at me like he was waiting for me to explain myself.

I finished my glass of water and set it in the dishwasher, “Lex is coming to visit after Mike’s birthday.”

“Lex as in Alexandra Brooks?” Jaime crossed his arms, “Sexy Lexi?”

“Sexy Lexi,” I nodded with a smile.

He laughed, “I miss her. It’ll be nice to have her visit. What are you going to tell Mike? You guys can have a threesome.”

I rolled my eyes, “Shut up. She’s visiting as a friend, Himes, and that’s what he is going to know.”

“God forbid we tell our boyfriend about your sexuality,” Jaime smirked.

I glared, “I am not bisexual, asshole.”

“No, you’re Lex-sexual,” he chuckled. “Mike would probably like that three some, though.”

“What threesome?” Mike asked from the entrance of the kitchen.

“Lex Brooks is coming to visit the week after your birthday. She’s going to stay at my apartment. Jaime keeps saying that you, Lex and I should have a threesome,” I shrugged.

“Alexandra Brooks? The cheerleader? You guys are still friends?” Mike asked as he grabbed a beer from the refrigerator. “She still hot?”

I nodded, “Yeah. I actually ran into her in Vegas. She strips at night and works at the tattoo shop during the day.”

“Who would have ever guessed,” Mike laughed. He leaned against the counter and wrapped an arm around my waist. “I’m down for that threesome, though; if she’s still hot.”

I rolled my eyes and snatched the beer bottle from his hand, “I’m not sharing you.”

“You don’t have to. We can both share you. I always thought you two would make a smoking lesbian couple,” Mike said with a grin and I choked on the beer.

Jaime bursted into laughter as I coughed and handed the bottle back to Mike, “Well...”

“Fuck off, Himes,” I muttered as I felt myself being able to breathe again. He just smiled and I grabbed my own beer, “Mikey, can we go upstairs?”

“Of course, baby,” he smiled and linked his hand in mine. I looked over my shoulder and stuck my tongue out at Jaime as we walked out of the kitchen.


I yawned and snuggled closer into Mike’s chest, signaling that I was awake. “So did you blow all your money in Vegas?” Mike asked as he ran his hands through my hair. We had gone upstairs and taken a nap, well, I had taken a nap. He just laid there and watched me for a half hour.

“No,” I laughed and wiggled out of his grip. “I have bills to pay, I’m totally incapable of blowing all my money.” He kept his eyes on me as I stretched my arms over my head and cracked my neck, wrinkling his nose up at the noise. “Can you crack my toes for me?”

“Really?” He asked with an eyebrow raised. I put my feet on his chest and wiggled my toes at him. He rolled his eyes and cracked all of them individually, “Be happy that you have cute feet, or else I wouldn’t go near them.”

I blushed and the replaced my feet with my own chest, and then pressed a kiss to his nose. “I missed you, and your big nose, and your big ears,” I giggled and grabbed onto his ears and pulled them. “And your stupid skinny legs.”

“And my penis, because I know that’s where you’re taking this,” he smirked.

I rolled my eyes, “I was getting there. Can’t you let me be cute for one minute?”

“Nope,” he chuckled and flipped me onto my back. I smiled as he grabbed onto the back of my thighs and forced my legs around his waist. “I missed you too,” he pressed his lips to mine.

The way Mike acted towards me now in bed showed the admiration he held for me. Before, he had an underlying aggression behind his moves. He would kiss me hard and rough, he would bite me and slap me around. Not in a mean way or anything, but in a dominant sort of way. Everything changed after he told me he loved me. He took his time with everything - from kissing me, to eating me out, to having sex with me. It was different. I felt loved. I felt him making love to me. I could feel all the love radiating off him every time he looked at me. I loved knowing that I had such an affect on him; that he was madly in love with me... that I drove him insane, but I also hated it. It wasn’t that I didn’t like the sweet, caring, loving side of Mike. It wasn’t that at all. It was that I couldn’t return the gesture because I didn’t feel the same way towards him. I adored him. I loved him as a person, but I wasn’t in love with him. Part of me felt like a thief, taking all this love from him when he knew I didn’t feel the same yet. I wanted him to treat me the way he did before in bed, at least until I could return all the love and admiration back to him.

He pulled his lips from mine and left small, ghost-like kisses down my neck and to my collar bone. He bared his teeth and let them graze my skin, nipping at it. I let out a small moan as he brought his drug his teeth back up my neck, settling right above my shoulder and biting softly. I ran my acrylic nails over his shoulder blades, scratching at them lightly. He kissed the spot he bit and then continued to kiss his way up to behind my ear.

His tongue flicked at my earlobe, and then he whispered, gravelly, “I want you, baby.”

His voice was enough to send shivers down my spine. I closed my eyes and let out a deep breath, feeling myself becoming more turned on. I grabbed onto his shoulders and pushed him up so I could look him in the eye. I bit down onto my lip as his big brown eyes bored into mine, “Can you be rough with me?”

He smiled and grabbed my hands off his shoulder, intertwining our fingers and pressing a kiss to mine, “Of course, baby. Lay on your stomach.” He crawled off me and stood on the side of the bed, pulling down his boxers.


I was already naked, so I just flipped over and rested my head on his pillows. I was more than happy that this was going to be the way it used to be. I heard Mike opening and closing a few drawers in the room, I guess looking for a condom. After a few minutes he climbed onto the bed behind me and pulled my bottom half up on my knees. His right hand came down and gave my ass a hard slap. I let out a high-pitched moan at the feeling. He chuckled and pressed his left hand firm on my upper back, pushing my chest down onto the bed. He pushed his entire length into me in one hard, deep thrust. I screamed out at the top of my lungs, not expecting him to do such a thing. He wasted no time in creating a rhythm with his hips that I couldn’t keep up with. Being a female and not having such rough sex in a while was causing me to let out loud screams with every hit of my g-spot he gave. His hand came down hard again on my backside, I screamed out his name as loud as I possibly could.

His hand tangled in my hair and pulled my back to his chest, our skin automatically sticking together from the sweat. “Everyone is downstairs. I don’t think you want them to hear how much of a little whore you are,” he growled, lowly into my ear.

He knew what talking dirty did to me. He laughed and kissed my cheek as my eyes rolled back. He pushed my chest down onto the bed again and continued pounding into me. My orgasm was coming closer and closer. I threw my head into his pillows as I felt the heat rush through my body. My walls contracted around him as I moaned his name into the pillows, biting one of them to keep my voice muffled. I felt myself release, my walls becoming softer around him. He slowed his pace down, still not stopping, as I laid there motionless and catching my breath.


Once my breathing went back to normal he picked his pace back up again. I looked over my shoulder, completely puzzled as to how he had managed to last through that and was starting round two. “How the hell did you not get off?” I asked and he just smirked at me.

I soon felt a vibrating sensation against my area as he pushed into me and stayed there, keeping every inch of me filled. I threw my head back into the pillows, letting this feeling take over my body. A few more seconds went by and he started his rhythm again, not as rough and fast as before, but still extremely deep and dead-on. Mike was the best guy I ever had sex with. He always cared about my pleasure and put it before his own. He never ceased to amaze me in bed. But this was so different. I never thought I could feel such intense pleasure as I was now. The combination of him filling me so deep, hitting my g-spot with every thrust, and the vibrations passing from his base and onto my clit was like my own sense of euphoria. There was no way that I was going to hold back much longer from cumming once again.

I felt pressure against another area and my eyes flew open at the feeling. I had never had anything in there; I never even thought about that. “Just relax,” Mike’s voice was soothing as he added more pressure.

I gnawed on my bottom lip, feeling my eyes tear up a bit. I knew in the end it was supposed to feel good, but god damn this hurt worse than a penis taking my virginity. Finally, it was in, and it was becoming more of an uncomfortable feeling than a painful one. I let myself focus on the pleasure I was receiving. The more I focused, the less uncomfortable the feeling got. It was starting to feel good, adding to the pleasure. I felt my orgasm approaching once again, and Mike pulled himself and his finger out of me. Swiftly he flipped me onto my back and then ripped the condom and cock ring off of himself, throwing them both on the floor. He pushed into me roughly, giving a few deep strokes until we both hit our orgasms. He spilled into me and then collapsed onto my chest, keeping himself inside me.


I ran my right hand through his sweaty hair and down his back, tracing invisible shapes with the nail on my forefinger. I had already caught my breath, but I knew that since Mike had the cock ring on it made him have an extremely powerful orgasm. His head was buried into the crook of my neck as he panted. I kissed the top of his head and smiled to myself as he picked his head up and opened his eyes slowly.

“I guess you should tell Alec thank you for the cock ring, but I don’t know how often I can use that. I need a serious nap,” he laughed and kissed my lips softly.

I smiled, “That was amazing, Mikey. I don’t think we’ve ever had better sex... even if you did put your finger in my butt.”

He smirked, “Next time it’s going to be two fingers. We have to work you up...” I cringed at the thought as he pulled out of me. He laid next to me on the bed and pulled me into his arms, spooning me from behind, “Nap time.”

I whined, “But I just napped before this. Sex always wakes me up and it just puts you to sleep.”

“Shhhh,” he said with a laughed and nuzzled his face into my hair.

Notes

I know I was supposed to have this updated by yesterday,
But there was a family emergency and I was out of town.

So I made this chapter longer than it was originally supposed to be.
I hope you guys like it and will give me lots and lots and lots of feedback.

I think I have this issue where I'd rather write sex scenes than anything else.
They just make me so happy because you can be so creative and I'm a nympho and yep.

Many of you were right about Lex and Rae!
How do you feel about her visiting?
How do you feel about Rae's sex issue?

I can't believe we're already on chapter thirty.
There are only TWENTY CHAPTERS LEFT!!!!!!!!
I have so much planned for them, uoeno ;]

And then the sequel, oh my god.
You guys have no idea what you're in for.

Next update on this by Friday!
Updating Running by Thursday!

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