Chapter 7
Being left alone with Mychal has some of my tension returning. He can sense it. Trying to lighten the mood he remarks, “I'm always having to rescue you from drunk assholes.”
“Yeah, I tend to attract them.” I respond laughing.
“That's not all you attract...” comes his reply while staring deep into my eyes. I swear he can see into my soul.
I feel the blush seeping into my cheeks and look away.
“Why do you do that?” He asks.
“Do what?”
“You look away from me every time I tell you something that makes you blush. You have no reason to be shy or embarrassed with me.”
“I just...” I hesitate too long.
“You just what?” He prompts.
“I just don't know how to act around you anymore?”
“Act how you always have.”
“I can't.” I tell him.
“Why not?” He persists.
“I just can't.”
“Come on, you can give me a better answer than that. What's going on? Why do you feel you have to act differently around me now?” He asks taking my hand, making circles on my palm with his thumb.
“I just can't.” I whisper, feeling the lump build in my throat.
“I want to know.” Taking his other hand and placing it under my chin, he gently lifts my head to look at him. “Tell me.”
“I just can't do it. I can't pretend anymore.” He brushes a tear from my eye with his thumb, a tear I did not even know I had released.
When I try to look away, he won't let me. “Pretend? Why would you ever have to pretend around me, Piper?”
“Nothing, forget I said anything.”
“Nope, not going to happen. You have got to talk to me. Please?”
I continue sitting there quietly, afraid to speak. Afraid. Afraid the truth will make him run. I would rather have him as my friend than not have him at all, it's why I have hidden my feelings all these years.
“Piper, I'm not leaving until you tell me. Talk to me.”
“I can't... I can't go on hiding my feelings, okay?”
“What feelings? Feelings for me?”
“Yes.” I breathe out, the word barely audible.
“Tell me. What feelings are you hiding?”
Not wanting to answer, all I can do is shake my head. “Please don't make me say it.” I begin to cry. “If I do, I know I will lose you... as my friend. I can't lose you!” I beg.
“Piper, baby, you won't lose me. I promise. Just tell me what is going through that head of yours.”
“I love you... I'm in love with you...I've been in love with you for as long as I can remember... I used to hide it, to pretend I just loved you as a friend, like a brother... but after Friday night, I can't pretend anymore... I had convinced myself I could... that after just one night, I could go back to how things were and just enjoy the memory of it all... bu-”
My words all run together; I am not sure they even make sense. Nothing makes sense... but his lips are on mine in an instant, halting my rambling. Gliding his tongue along the seam of my lips, he silently asks permission to take the kiss further.
I can’t resist and give him what he wants; what I long for. The kiss is deep, passionate... making all my torturous thoughts fade away, calming and soothing me. He is what I need.
All too quickly he pulls away.
“I've wanted to hear you say those words for so long...” He says trying to slow his breathing.
“Huh?” I am so confused.
“Baby, I've known for years... well, I've suspected.” He chuckles when my mouth drops open but continues, “You never noticed how I would look at you? How I would accidentally bump into you, so I could touch you and make you blush?”
Now he is really laughing. “Piper, I have always wanted you.”
I am speechless once again at his words. But it's as if he knows exactly what I am thinking.
“I never said anything because...” He hesitates, “because I didn't want to scare you. I know you have anxiety and I didn't want to be another cause of that... although now, I wonder if not admitting my feelings made it worse.” He sighs. “Then, as we got older, I thought I had lost my chance. I thought you would meet someone else. Every date you went on, I wondered if he would be the guy to finally sweep you off your feet... and when he didn't, I was secretly relieved.”
Really confused now, I shake my head, my brows furrowed. “What? You even set me up on dates with some of your friends... and what about all the girls you've been with? You can... and have had any girl you've ever wanted.”
He shrugs, “I sat you up on dates with guys I thought you might like, only because I felt guilty about those girls. I know it's wrong, but none of them meant anything to me. There was never any emotion behind any of it.”
He clears his throat as if what he is about to say is hard for him. “Friday night, when we were sitting there, and you mentioned what you were considering... there was no way in hell I would let you have sex with some asshole just for the sake of 'getting it out of the way'. I have never felt the burn of jealousy until those words came out of your mouth. I knew then. I didn't know if you would agree, but I had hoped you would. And when you did, when you said that simple little word 'okay' I felt such a rush... I can't even describe it. I couldn't wait to get out of there. I've never been so anxious before. I wanted you... more than I've ever wanted anyone.” He pauses only for a second before saying, “That night, was the first time I've ever actually made love. The first time I had ever wanted to. The first time I've ever been nervous in bed. The first time I've ever truly worried about hurting the woman in my bed. The first time I've ever not used a condom. The first time I was so caught up in the moment I didn't even think about it; and if you'd have gotten pregnant, I think I would have been good with that. The first time I've ever wanted the woman I've been with to stay with me after. The first time that I dreaded having the night end. The first time I ever felt a sense of loss dropping a woman off at her place afterward. And it was the first time that woman is all I've been able to think about since.” He pauses for a moment. “So, you see, Piper... I may not have been a virgin... but it was a night of firsts for me as well.” He holds my face in his hands, wiping my tears away with his thumbs. “I love you, Piper.”
At his words, words I have longed for but never thought I would hear, I fall completely into his embrace, no longer able to hold myself up. “Sshhh, hush Baby.”
I lift my face to his, offering him my mouth because it has no more words. He takes what I offer. There is so much passion in his kiss that I melt into him. With just a kiss he has me aroused and wanting. For a moment I wonder if my body will always react this way to his kiss; I hope it does.
He walks us back, so that I am caged between his strong arms, against the wall. When I moan, he grinds his hips into me letting me feel he is just as turned on. He slides his hand down my leg, behind my knee... hiking it up, wrapping it around his waist. Allowing him to grind exactly where we both want it.
He moves his mouth to my neck while his hand journeys down to unbutton my jeans. I am lost. Everything seems to disappear when he is touching me. His hand slides into my pants and he rubs my clit through my panties. I am so close. Feeling just how wet I am, he moans.
Hearing him sends me soaring over the edge.
Capturing my cries with his mouth, his hand helps me ride out my orgasm. He is the only reason I am still upright. I'm breathless. Suddenly I hear a noise that snaps me out of my haze. “Shit, Mychal! Your sister and Tyler! We can't do this out here... what if they come back out?” I whisper frantically.
Chuckling while lifting me, so my legs are wrapped around his waist he says, “Well, we can't have that.” His tone turns serious. “I'm never going to let anyone else watch you cum. That's for my eyes only.” I love the sound of that. I hold on to him tightly as he walks us to my bedroom.
“Lock it.” I say as he closes the door. He does, just before tossing me on the bed. A giggle escapes me... a freaking giggle! I have not giggled in years.
He pulls his shirt over his head; all I can do is stare.
“Like what you see?”
I nod my head, licking my lips. “Mychal?”
“Yeah?”
“I want to touch you... and taste you.” I say sheepishly, looking down.
“I'm all yours, Baby.” He says while lifting my face to look into my eyes.
“I'm not sure how... how to make you feel good.” I am embarrassed and know it shows on my face.
“Just go with your instincts... anything you do to me is going to feel good.”
“But what if I do something wrong, something you don't like?”
He puts his hands on either side of my face, forcing me to keep my eyes on him. “Baby, if I don't like something you do... which is highly unlikely... I will let you know. Please, don't stress over this. Just do what you want to do... and I can help guide you.”
“Okay.” I say quietly.
He comes over to the bed, before joining me he slowly pulls my jeans down, taking my panties with them. Standing in front of me as I lay on the bed, he slides his hands up the length of me, slowly. From my ankles up my legs, over my hips, up my sides, under my shirt... removing it as he goes. The last thing he removes is my bra. Now I lay here bared to him, and I can see it in his eyes how badly he wants me. I see the extent of his desire.
Wanting to show him I can please him too, I sit up with him between my legs. I hesitantly reach out and unbutton his jeans, sliding them down his legs. He steps out, kicking them aside.
I rub my hands up his hard abs to his chest and see his cock jump in his boxers.
I want to taste him. No, I need to taste him.
I slowly slide my hands back down over his chest and stomach, stopping momentarily at his waistband. Dipping my hands inside at his hips, I slide them down over his thighs, removing his boxers in the process.
There it is, right in my face. It’s huge and I want it. I want it so badly my mouth waters.
I lick my lips again, wetting them before leaning in. Still unsure of what I am doing, I take Mychal's advice and go with my instincts. I grab hold of him at his base. He is such a contradiction! So hard, yet velvety soft and warm. Timidly, I run my tongue along the entire length of his shaft, loving the feel of him.
His moan is encouragement enough for me to continue my exploration. I lick around his head before taking him into my mouth. While there, I continue swirling my tongue around. I'm not sure how far I can take him but decide to slowly take more. Inch by inch, I slide my mouth down, all while stroking him with my tongue. He places one hand on my shoulder and one on my head, as if he needs to balance himself. I suck as I pull back, just before moving the heat of my mouth over him again.
Every sound he makes gives me the confidence to go on. I work him with my mouth as I slide my hand at his base, stroking him. I love that I am giving him this pleasure.
Wanting more, I take him fully. I try not to gag by swallowing as he hits the back of my throat.
“Fuck, Piper! I'm going to cum, so if you don't want it in your mouth you need to stop... now.” He growls.
I don’t stop. I move my other hand around to his ass, letting him know I have him right where I want him. Pulling back once, I catch a breath before taking him to my throat again, swallowing as I feel him begin to cum. I moan with pleasure. Pleasure of feeling his cock pulse in my mouth, tasting his cum as it bursts into my mouth and down my throat. I take every drop of him. Savoring him. Loving him. He withdraws from my mouth as I look up at him.
“Holy fuck! That was amazing, Baby!” He kisses me before continuing, “My turn.” He says with a grin as he gets on his knees in front of me.
He spreads my legs wide, running his hand up my inner thigh softly. So softly he barely grazes my oversensitive skin. Leaning in, his mouth follows the path his hand just made. He kisses me with soft, tender kisses, but stops just before reaching my wet heat.
Taking his time, he moves to my other thigh, savoring me. This time when he reaches my pussy he doesn't stop, continuing with sensual kisses until he finally unleashes his tongue on me. As if he has been starving for me. In a moment I am lost to him. No longer watching, I can't. My hand is in his hair and I pull as he pushes a finger inside while continuing to devour me with his mouth. His deep moan vibrates against my clit and I am over the edge instantly.
“Mychal!” I moan out in sheer pleasure trying to calm my racing heart.
I scoot myself back on the bed, keeping my legs wide in invitation. He joins me; I love the feel of his weight on top of me. We begin to kiss, slowly. Tasting the combination of both our pleasures is like having an aphrodisiac all our own. He is already hard. I lift my hips letting him know I want him and his lips leave mine.
“So impatient.” he says with soft laughter before getting up to grab a condom from his jeans. “For the first time in my life, I hate these damn things.” He continues as he slides it on and rejoins me. “I hate having this barrier. Now that I finally have you, I want nothing between us.”
His words, although they are regarding sex, hit me on a much deeper level. Now that he finally has me. I love hearing those words. “I don't want it either. I will call my doctor in the morning about birth control.”
“Thank you.” He says just before lowering his mouth to mine, taking my gasp as he enters me. With his size it still takes a bit for me to take him fully, but once I do, he takes his time. He makes love to me, building up slowly until we cum together. We clean up and suddenly I do not want him to leave.
“Stay with me? Please?”
He stands there in only his boxers, “Sure, Baby. We just need to set your alarm a little early, so I can go back to my place to get ready for work.”
I cannot help my huge smile. “Thank you.” I say jumping into his arms.
There is amusement in his eyes. “I love you so much.”
“I love you, too, Mychal. And I love hearing you say those words. I used to dream of hearing them.”
We climb back into bed after I put his shirt on and set my alarm. Settling into his arms, I am once again exactly where I want to be. Only this time, I am no longer unsure of Mychal's feelings for me. I fall asleep feeling the happiest I've ever felt.