Running

Today was the day. It was the most important day of the entire year. It wasn’t my birthday. It wasn’t Christmas. It wasn’t the first day of senior year. It wasn’t the deadline of my college application… All of those were so much less important than today. Today was the day that Mike was coming home. The day I had been counting down till since he left. I couldn’t sleep. I slept maybe for an hour. In his bed. Too excited to really close my eyes. All I could think about was him walking through that door, and me pouncing into his arms. All I wanted to do was have him hold me, and have him kiss me, then have him make love to me and then we could finally go out to dinner with his parents like they planned on doing.

I snuggled under Mike’s covers a little more, they no longer smelled like him. They smelled like me. I didn’t mind though, they were still his covers and his pillow and his everything in this room. I heard a knock at the door and I pulled my head up from the pillow and watched as the door opened.

Vivian walked in with a smile on her face, “Wakey wakey, little one.”

“Morning Viv,” I smiled. “I’ve been up for hours… I just haven’t moved.”

“I figured you weren’t going to get much sleep,” she sat on the side of the bed and brushed my hair out of my face. “Want me to make you breakfast? It’s nine o’clock, they should get here around noon.”

“Yeah, that would be great,” I nodded and sat up. “I’m going to get in the shower now, and then I’ll clean up in here before Mike gets back. I have shit everywhere.”

“Not that he will mind. He’d probably like to see your stuff all around, know that you’ve been using his room while he was gone.” She laughed, “What would you like for breakfast?”

“Chocolate chip pancakes, please,” I smiled as I stood up from Mike’s bed and stretched. “Are the towels downstairs in the dryer?”

Vivian nodded, “Yes. If you could bring them up and put them in the linen closet for me, I’d be really grateful.”

“Of course,” I smiled and followed her out of the room.

I walked downstairs and emptied the dryer, then folded everything and brought them upstairs. I put all but one into the linen closet and then hopped in the shower. I made sure to wash my body multiple times, shave everything perfectly, wash my hair with great smelling shampoo. I wanted to be a million bucks for when Mike got home to me.

After my shower, I got dressed into what I was going to wear for the day. I had already picked it out. It was something new that Tony had helped me get at the mall a few days ago. Mike was going to love it, and it was really comfortable. I was going to let my hair fall into its natural dark waves, and probably go with minimal make up. That was how Mike liked me best… and I really did want him to be impressed with me. I had even been putting stuff on my under-eye bags to try to make myself look not as dead.

“Thank you for breakfast,” I smiled at Vivian after I put my dirty plate in the dishwasher. “Honestly, Viv, thank you for everything this summer. I don’t know what I would’ve done if I hadn’t been allowed to stay here.”

“You are always welcome here, Cassie. You know you are. You’re welcome here if Mike is here, too… Even though I’m not very happy with what you guys are always up to, but I’ve accepted it. Just don’t wind up pregnant, or there are no more sleepovers.”

I started to laugh, “If I was pregnant why would sleepovers matter anymore? The deed would already be done.”

“Let’s stop speaking about this,” Victor clapped his hands together. “I am going to run to the grocery store. Is there any specific things we need, Vivian?”

“Yes. I have a list on the fridge. I’ll tidy up while you’re gone,” Vivian tilted her head and her lips met Victor’s. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” he smiled. “No more of this pregnancy talk when I get back, Cassandra.”

“Yes sir,” I smiled in his direction as he walked down the steps. I sighed and looked at Vivian, “I hope one day Mike and I will be as happy as you two.”

She stood up and put her right arm around my shoulders, “Cassie, sweetie, you two are well on your way there. I am proud of both of you for all of the progress you are making, not only with yourselves but also with your relationship. I cannot imagine you two without one another.”

“Me either,” I smiled and rested my head against her shoulder. “I don’t even want to imagine that. Can I tell you something? You can’t tell Mike.”

“Of course."

I sighed, “I’m applying to multiple colleges… I know I told him I was set on University of Southern California, but Louisville is really interested in me as well… They have an amazing biology department… but USC has an amazing dance department… Both are going to give me scholarships, and I know it. But I don’t know which I would rather set my heart on… and then there is SDSU which has both things I want to do, and it’s so close to home… But it really depends on who is going to give me the best scholarship… I don’t know what I am going to do if I wind up in fucking Kentucky… What is Mike going to do?”

Vivian stood in front of me and put her hands on my shoulders, looking me in the eye, “Breathe, Cassie. Number one, you need to decide on what you want to put your heart into. Do you really want to go to school just to major in dance? Or do you want to go for biology so that you can one day work with all of the animals that you love? Number two, do not worry about you and Mike. This is an entire year away… so much can happen in a year, you know that. Do not stress yourself out, Cassie. Please. You haven’t even applied yet.”

“I just know that my mom is going to want me to go to the school that gives the highest scholarship so that it is less for us to pay,” I frowned.

“If you had your choice where would you go?” She asked, taking her hands off my shoulders.

“San Diego State… No doubt…” I sighed, “They never came out to see me cheer, though, so I’m worried they will think that I am just some amateur.”

“Cassandra Lee Merjos, you are a phenomenal cheerleader. I am sure that they have heard that through the grapevine. If it wasn’t for you, Mission Bay would not have gotten so far this past year, and you did that while injured. Now no more of this stress. Go fix yourself and clean up Mike’s room, they’ll be here in about an hour.” Vivian kissed my forehead, “Enjoy the present, Cassie. Don’t start worrying about the future until all those acceptance letters start coming to your mailbox.”


I spent the next forty-five minutes making myself look human, and then the fifteen minutes I had before the guys expected arrival running around like a chicken with its head cut off, trying to clean Mike’s room as best as I could. Vivian was probably right, though, he would love to know that I had practically been living in here while he was gone. I had told him that I was, but probably seeing it would cause him to believe it much more. I had made sure that his sheets were clean and his bed was made. I made sure that the trashcan in his room was empty and that there were no bits of trash lying around anywhere. I made sure that all empty alcohol bottles were placed in the correct spot - the big bin under his bed… we were going to need another under there since this one was already almost full. I made sure my stuff was in the usually corner that it stayed in, and that there wasn’t any make-up on his dresser. I wanted everything to be perfect for when he got here. I just wanted him to be happy with me, to be honest. I walked over to my bag and felt around for something special I got just for when he got home, and then I found it. A pill bottle containing hash… one of his most favorite things to smoke. I placed it on his dresser and then checked on his “garden” in his closet, just to make sure that the plant hand’t died yet.

I felt the empty pit in my stomach begin to form butterflies. I was so ready for his arrival. I glanced over at the clock and saw it flashing 11:57 and took a seat on his bed. I needed to calm my nerves or else I was probably going to burst into tears when I saw him. I sat there, on his bed, for what felt like an eternity to me… just picking at the frayed bottom of my shorts and gnawing on my bottom lip. I looked at the clock and saw that only three minutes had gone by. I needed to see him. He needed to get here… NOW.

And just as I was about to go look out of the window, Vivian called my name down the hallway, giving me the best news I heard all year, “Cassie, your husband is home.”

I couldn’t tell you how fast I leaped onto my feet, and how hard I slammed Mike’s bedroom door open. I looked like a little kid excited to see the presents left for him under the Christmas tree, but this was so much more important than some new Barbie doll to a four-year-old. I passed right by Vivian and Victor as I bolted down the steps, trying to get to the front door as fast as I could. I flung it open and my eyes hit the back of Mike’s head as he was getting out of the car. I let out a huge shriek and his head whipped around automatically.

“Jesus Christ,” I think I heard Vic mutter, but god knows if I actually heard correctly or not. All that mattered was running into Mike’s arms right this second.

The minute his arms were around me tears began to fall. I hid my face into his shoulder as he hoisted my legs up around his waist, his big, soft lips pressing a kiss to my ear, “Stop crying, you big loser.”

I pulled my head from his shoulder and looked at him through my watery eyes. He looked like he was ready to cry any minute himself, but tried to hide it by grinning at me. I grinned right back at him and placed my lips on his. I was completely unaware of anything that was going on in the background right now, and I was sure that Vivian was itching to see her son and give him a hug, but I refused to let anyone else give him attention.

When our lips parted I just stared into his eyes, something I really missed doing. I sighed and smiled, “I missed you so much.”

“I missed you too, baby. But stop grinning, you look like a maniac,” he laughed kissed me.

I rolled my eyes, “Would you rather me grin or have a panic attack?”

“Does someone need a Xanax?” He raised an eyebrow as I nodded, “I took three on our way here.”

My jaw dropped, “Michael!”

“Vic made me. He swore he could hear my heartbeat all the way from the backseat,” he laughed. “And I felt like I was going to piss myself when I saw you so….”

“Gross,” I smiled. “I have a present for you upstairs.”

“I have ten presents for you in my bookbag,” he smiled, proudly.

“Are you two done staring at each other so that we can get our shit inside?” Vic huffed from behind my back. I raised an eyebrow at Mike and he rolled his eyes and set me down. I turned and looked at Vic, puzzled as to why he was being shitty.

“What’s up with you?” I crossed my arms and pursed my lips, “I don’t even get a hi Cassie?”

He engulfed me into a hug and pressed a kiss to my forehead, “After I get my shit inside.”

“Do you need help?” I asked in Mike’s direction, frowning as he shook his head. “Okay, when you break your little weak arms it’s your own fault.” He stuck his tongue out at me as I walked inside.


Mike and Vic both lugged all of their shit upstairs, of course the first thing to come into the house was Mike’s drums, and he had to make sure that they were set up just as perfect as they were before touring. I rummaged through his bags, trying to put away all of his clothes while he messed with his drums. We didn’t really say much to each other. He had given me a Xanax. I knew that we would end up staying awake all night talking about tour. I was really excited for it.

Mike’s hand soon met mine while grabbing into his big, black duffle bag. I looked up at him with a smile and he returned one to me and squeezed my hand lightly. I rubbed the side of my head against his shoulder, “You lay down and relax. I’ll finish putting your things away.”

“You’re the best, you know?” He kissed the top of my head and released my hand. He grabbed his pillow and flopped down onto the small portion of his bed that wasn’t covered with things. “My room is so clean for you staying in it for two months.”

“I cleaned up this morning,” I laughed as I grabbed a bunch of his shirts and walked to his closet to hang them up. “It was a total shit-hole in here.”

“I can imagine,” he chuckled and closed his eyes. “Don’t touch my book bag, I want to give you everything later tonight.”

I nodded and hung up his shirts, then grabbed the empty duffle bag and put it on the shelf in his closet. “I’m seriously so tempted to just throw all of your shit on the floor and jump in bed with you.”

He opened his eyes, “You’re more than welcome to.”

“But then when will your stuff get put away?”

He shrugged, “I’ll do it tomorrow.”

“Mikey, I’ll just finish up now…”

“Nope,” he grinned and kicked the remaining bags off his bed. “Turn the light off and get your ass over here.”

His actions made me so happy. It seemed like the Xanax was wearing off of him a little bit, which I was happy about. I liked my emotional wreck of a boyfriend, and that was what I wanted to be with right now, not zombiefied Mike. I turned the light off and locked the door, then kicked off my chucks and hopped right in bed next to him.

Within no time, Mike managed to get himself on top of me with my hands pinned above my head. He didn’t kiss me or say a word, he just stared down into my eyes with a goofy smile on his face. After a few seconds he started to laugh.

“You’re making me nervous,” I squirmed.

“I think you got uglier since I’ve been gone,” he laughed as my jaw dropped. “I’m kidding, babe, you’re prettier than ever,” he leaned down and tried to kiss me but I turned so he could only kiss my cheek. “Don’t be like that,” he smiled and grabbed my face with his free hand and held it in place so he could kiss my lips.

I grinned as he pulled his lips away from mine, a big wet noise coming from our lips. “Let go of my hands so I can touch you, please,” I whined as he just tightened his grip on my wrists. “Mikey, let go.”

“No way,” he snickered and pressed his lips to mine again.

All of the kisses that we had shared since he got home were just closed mouth kisses, but this time I felt his hot breath on my lips, signaling that he was parting his lips. I opened my mouth just enough for him to run his tongue in between my lips. Our kiss became deeper, our mouths opening wider. Mike let go of my wrists and wrapped that hand around the back of my neck, resting his fingertips on the back of my head and pulling my face closer to him. His other hand was busy resting on my cheek. I knew he could feel the heat coming from my crimson cheeks radiating onto his palm. My now free hands were busy grabbing at the bottom hem of his shirt. He lifted his torso up to where I could push his shirt up, exposing his back and chest to my hands. I moved my hands to the front of his body and ran them up his chest, dragging my nails against him.

I felt as if I was losing oxygen with our mouths stuck to one another. It was hard for me to focus on breathing through my nose, but I didn’t care. I’d rather pass out kissing Mike instead of breathing like a normal human being. I pushed myself closer to him, my hands holding onto his shoulders, my tongue winning dominance over his. Mike, being his normal dominant self, grinded his bottom half against mine, causing me to moan out in excitement. The hand on the back of my neck automatically tangled into the hair at the nape of my neck. His hand began to tug on my hair, moving my head way from his. As our lips parted he caught my bottom lip in between his teeth and pulled onto it roughly as he still yanked us apart. I opened my eyes to find his boring right into me. His big, brown eyes were completely darkened with lust. Mine probably matched his. Neither one of us were in the mood to “make love” right now, not after so many months of being apart. I wanted him in the nastiest and dirtiest way I could possibly have him in. Mike smirked as he pulled my lip hard once more, making it feel as if it was going to rip in half. My lip was going to be purple tomorrow.

“Mikey,” I whined after he finally released my bottom lip, the iron-taste of blood touching my tongue.

I looked up at him, still hovering over me, his tongue licking over the traces of my blood on his lips. Just watching that made a shiver go up my spine. I lifted myself up on the bed, resting on my elbows, and grabbed onto the bottom of his shirt again. This time he let me pull it off of him completely. As my hands came down from lifting his shirt up, his did as well to pull mine off of me. It wasn’t like I was wearing much anyway, just a cropped hoodie. His long fingers ran over the outline of my bra, lightly touching my skin, knowing he was driving me crazy. I looked back up at him and groaned, soon enough his right hand came around to undo the back of my bra and pull it from my body.

As much as I wanted Mike’s hands all over my chest, I wanted to please him more. I pushed his torso back until his back hit the comforter. He looked at me in shock that I was being rough with him as I smirked and leaned over him, gently nipping at his collar bone as my hands worked on undoing his belt and pulling his jeans down. I left small love bites all down his chest and stomach, making a direct line down to the top of his boxers. At first I was just going to pull them down with my teeth, but seeing as Mike had decided to wear boxer briefs and I could completely see the outline of his protruding boner, I was going to have a little more fun with this.

I moved my head down, my mouth right by the tip of his dick. I flicked at it with my tongue, feeling it twitch underneath the cotton fabric. My right hand came up to palm the length as I placed wet kisses along it. Moans and groans started to fall from Mike’s lips. God knows what he was going to do to me for teasing him like this, but I just had to do it. I grabbed onto his shaft with my hand and gave it a few pumps, still through the cotton material of his boxers. I looked up at him, his right bicep over his closed eyes, his mouth wide open. I continued to run my hand over his length as I grabbed the elastic waistband with my teeth, pulling it down. His dick sprung up like a jack in the box once it was freed from his boxers. I finished pulling them off his legs and then threw them onto the ground. Mike still hid his eyes under his bicep, and had no idea that I was going to deep throat him right away.

“Fuck Cassie,” he cried out as his left hand found my hair, tangling itself in my waves.

I pulled my mouth from him and replaced it with my hand, pumping him a couple times while running my tongue over his tip. I took him in my mouth once again, trying to keep up with the pace of my hand, swirling my tongue around him as much as I could as well. Mike still continued to moan above me, it was obvious he had been waiting for this and missing this just as much as I was. I took my hand off of him and leaned up, deep throating him once again. The hand of his that was in my hair took control of my head, creating it’s own pace. I focused on breathing through my nose this time, both of my hands resting on his hip bones, my left hand cradling my thumb in the middle of my fist to keep me from gagging.

“Choke on it,” Mike commanded. I looked up at him, his eyes were looking down at mine. His hand pulled my hair and then pushed down hard onto my head, “Keep your eyes on mine.”

For the first few seconds, I was okay breathing out of my nose. His hand pushed harder and there was no stopping the gags that were coming. I was choking, no doubt at all. I gagged so hard to the point where I thought I was going to vomit. His tip was practically down inside my esophagus. Mike moaned out my name so loud that his neighbors could probably hear him. He let go of my hair and I pulled myself from him, a huge, long, sticky string of spit and phlegm still connected his dick and my mouth. Most of the time, I would be disgusted by what just happened and what was now covering his penis, but this time I used it to my advantage. It created the perfect amount of wetness for me to stroke him with while I kept my mouth on his balls. I took the left one in my mouth and let my teeth graze it, lightly pulling with my lips. Mike loved having his balls sucked, but I didn’t do it very often.

“Enough,” he groaned and pushed me off of him, my back now hitting the mattress. His eyes met mine again and I had no idea what was in store for me. His lips fell onto mine in a hungry kiss, but came off quickly. His right hand held onto the front of my neck, giving slight pressure to it and propping my chin up to where I couldn’t look at him. His teeth grabbed onto my left nipple tugging it roughly, making me cry out in a mixture of pleasure and pain.

“I’m piercing these this week,” he growled as he tugged onto the right one, the same noise falling from my lips again. This one he tugged on a little rougher, so he left a kiss on it before leaving it to kiss over the rest of my chest. Mike’s lips were soon replaced by his tongue, running it all over my chest. I giggled as I realized he had traced two hearts around my tits, but that giggle stopped and turned to a moan when he tightened his grip on my neck. Mike’s left hand began to fumble with my own button and zipper of my shorts, undoing it as fast as he could and then pulling them down my thighs. I kicked them off of me and off the side of the bed knowing that he wouldn’t be able to while had his hand on my neck. He wasted no time in pushing my panties aside and shoving two of his long fingers right into me. I moaned his name out, but it came out more like a purr. This is what I had been craving for the past two months, and doing it to myself was no where near as good as him doing it to me.

“The more you moan, the tighter my grip is going to get, kitten,” Mike spoke in a dark tone as he curled his fingers inside me, knowing it was going to make me moan again.

“But Mikey,” I moaned out as he slipped a third finger in, pressing all three directly against my g-spot. He kept his promise and tightened his hand, slowly cutting off my air supply as I continued to whine as he fingered me.

His long arms were both a blessing and a curse in this situation. He was able to have one arm up, hand around my neck choking me, another arm bent at the elbow, fingers knuckle deep inside of me, and somehow keep his head right down by my crotch, his hot breath ghosting itself over my clit. I could feel him inching his face closer and closer to that mound in between my legs. So many shocks and shivers were going up my spine, my nerves were running wild. That Xanax I had taken a half hour or so ago had worn off so quickly, and I was so fucking glad. I groaned as I felt his bottom lip lightly brush against my other lips, his hand tightening even more on my neck. If I died of strangulation during an orgasm right now, I would die really fucking happy. I knew that the minute his mouth was on me, I was going to cum. His fingers were still going in and out of me, dangerously slow. He curled his fingers each time he got deep inside. It was like he had my g-spot location memorized. I threw my head back into the pillows and let it roll around as the tip of his tongue lightly stroked my clit and clitoral hood. Up and down. Up and down. Up and down. My body was shaking as his tongue moved.

His hand was choking me so much to where I couldn’t even moan anymore. I was gasping for air and loving every minute of it. He replaced his tongue by his lips, sucking on my clit and then soon grabbing onto it with his teeth. His fingers were still moving in and out of me, this time faster than before. I needed him. I was ready to fucking blow. He needed to be inside of me. I don’t know if I was feeling light headed from him choking me or the fact that I was in a total state of euphoria, but I felt myself ready to go. I started to kick my legs and squirm a bit, signaling to him that this had to stop or I was going to go unconscious. He pulled both his hands from me, the one around my neck and the one that was inside of me. I took in a huge breath of air, so thankful for all of the oxygen that was filling this room. I had expected Mike to move himself from me, worried about why I made him stop, but of course this moment wasn’t like normal moments.

His hands wrapped around my thighs and grasped onto my backside. His teeth pulled my underwear completely off of my body. He spit the front part of them that was in his mouth onto the bed somewhere and then attached his face to my vagina. I let out a huge scream in ecstasy as his tongue pushed its way inside of me, making different movements and licking up everything that was pouring from me. He was devouring me like a dog that hadn’t seen food in weeks. I guess that was exactly what he was at this moment. He squeezed onto my backside, his short nails digging into my ass. I couldn’t keep my mouth shut as he hummed against me, knowing it was going to drive me up a fucking wall. Vivian was going to murder us for being so loud, but this was so well worth being killed for. Mike moved his tongue from inside me and licked all over me. All over my clit. All over my lips. All over my entrance. Leaving trails of his saliva all over, glistening against the freshly shaved skin.

I couldn’t fucking take it anymore. I grabbed onto his hair, pulling it as hard as I could to get his face back up to mine. His hands let go of my backside and made their way to the pillows around me, resting on them as I pushed his head down towards mine, capturing his lips with mine. I could never understand those girls that refused to kiss their man after he went down on them. It wasn’t that I liked tasting myself, but I loved knowing that I was the flavor that was coating Mike’s face, claiming it. As our tongues collided with one another, doing the usual battle that they always do, Mike made his way in between my legs, spreading mine apart, then pushing his length into me. Our mouths separated instantly, both of us moaning out into the hot, steamy air at the first feeling of being with one another in this way again. This wasn’t going to be some elongated, mind-blowing, romantic sex, but more of a quick fuck for both of us to get our fix in. Mike rocked his hips against mine quickly, pushing himself in and out of me at a pace that I wouldn’t be able to keep up with. I tried my best to slam my hips into his, but it was no use. He had this pent up in him for so long, he was practically jack-rabbitting me as I laid there. I wasn’t complaining though, each time he entered me it was deep and right where I wanted him, making me scream out.


“Cassie, look at me,” he huffed from above me. My eyes opened quickly and met his, the lust that once filled his eyes earlier was slowly fading. His eyes were filling with love, and I felt my heart melt as his pace slowed down, but he still continued to push deep into me. His hands came towards my face, one resting on my shoulder to keep him propped up and looking at me as he thrusted in and out of me and the other brushing the backside of his fingers up and down my cheek. I smiled and leaned into his touch as I felt my orgasm wash over, leaving me with a sense of release, I closed my eyes and rubbed my cheek against his fingers like the kitten he always referred to me as.

“I love you so much, Cassandra,” Mike said in a mere whisper, his hand now cupping my cheek, his thumb stroking my bottom lip.

I opened my eyes again and smiled, “I love you too, Michael. More than anything in the world. Always have, always will.”

It took me a moment to realize that Mike had stopped moving and was just looking at me while still keeping himself inside of me. Once it hit me, I don’t know how huge the smile on my face got. Mike was always so funny about cumming inside of me. He always refused to. I wasn’t on birth control so he was always scared for the worst. He had never done it before. I nodded as he picked his pace back up. His hand that was on my shoulder grabbed onto mine and intertwined our fingers, holding it up above my head. His head came down and rested in the crook of my neck. He moaned into my neck as he moved himself in and out of me, his body shaking as he ejaculated inside of me. He let out a loud groan into my neck as it coated all of the walls inside of me. I had been waiting almost three years now for that feeling, and I couldn’t stop myself from smiling.

“God, I love you,” he breathed out, lifting his head and pressing his lips to mine again.

As he pulled away from my face I felt him move his body from mine, I grabbed onto his shoulders and pressed his chest down onto mine, then connected our lips once more. “Don’t pull out,” I muttered against his lips and then slipped my tongue right into his mouth again.

Notes

So I don't know if I will EVER be able to out do the smut in this chapter.
I want to apologize if anyone was uncomfortable/taken back by the detail.
At first I wasn't going to make it so nasty or descriptive, but then I changed my mind.

So Mike is finally home again!
What's in his book bag?
What is up with Vic acting weird?
How is Vivian going to react to all that noise?

What happens when Mike meets Tony?
What about when they talk about tour?
What about Cassie's college apps?

WHAT ABOUT THE BIGGEST THING
WHAT ABOUT NO CONDOM NO BIRTH CONTROL?????

Cassie's Outfit: http://www.polyvore.com/20/set?id=107542988

Let me know how you guys feel!
I cannot wait to get back into the loop of updating/reading ya'lls stories.
Sam's Town was updated the other day too if you didn't read it.

This chapter was sooooooooo long... I didn't expect it to be so long.
But I just had to do this smut... This is the best smut I have EVER written.


Next update in a few days or so!
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