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All I want is a nice warm shower and my bed. And I don’t want anyone trying to wake me up out of it. We all have our separate bedrooms and the “sex room” which is a bedroom we all sleep in when we’ve orgasmed the fuck out of our minds and are just too lazy to get our ass up and go to our rooms. Axel’s bedroom is still there just in case he ever changes his mind and wants to move back in so I’m guessing that’s where he is at the moment. I’m hoping that I can just tiptoe in, go straight to the shower, not run into anyone, and dive into bed.
I’m back home, on the outside of the house, taking my time not to make any sounds as I open the door. The door creaks and I wince, silently stepping inside, keeping my eyes on the door, moving slowly to close it. It clicks silently and I breathe out, spinning around to see Mikhail who is passed out on the couch, and Axel on the one next to him. Shit, I seek help from whoever is above to help me get across the floor, from the living room into the hallway that leads to the bathroom. Just as I’m about to turn the corner, I hear. “Julissa.” Fuck, it’s Mikhail. Ugh.Please, don’t try to lecture me again,I think as I turn around to face him, clearly not in the mood.
He jumps up from the sofa. Here we go.
“I’m sorry,” he says, holding my shoulders. I look at his hand on my shoulders and I don’t want him to move it as I look into his eyes.
Okay, can’t say I saw that one coming but I’m quickly reminded that it’s not the first time he’s said it since this whole shitshow went down. “Okay,” I say, turning around to leave.
“I mean it,” he says to my back.
“Okay.” I throw over my shoulder, desperately needing to take a shower so I lock myself in my bathroom and happily strip myself of this ugly pink dress and white shoes, throwing them viciously into the laundry hamper, kicking the shoes to the side.
As the water hits my body, I sigh, feeling like it’s offering me gentle strokes, warm caresses, and kisses. I work out the tension in my neck as I wash my body, massaging my breasts with soap and moving down between my legs, feeling warm there suddenly. I would’ve thought that I was way too tired to be turned on but what can I say, ever since I discovered the pleasure of sex, it’s usually my number one go-to after a stressful day. It’s become a habit that’s hard to break.
I start to stroke myself, but I’m way too tired to continue to self-pleasure. If only the tension wasn’t so fucking high now, I’d follow Mikhail up on the first message he sent me when I left the shop. My body heats up. He’s the only one that’s awake right now. What if it was just a gratification fuck, nothing more? Maybe it’d just reverse the day if I could just pick up where we left off. But I don’t know how fucking sorry he actually is so what does it mean for me to be thinking of fucking him after all of that? I hate the fact that he’s so fucking hot. Whatever, I won’t give in.
I get myself clean and leave my hair untouched because I’m not spending any time in here drying this shit at this hour, not just because I’m tired but I’m also worked up. Funny how in the blink of an eye I can go from “desperate for my bed tired” to horny. Like super horny. But fuck it, he doesn’t deserve me right now. I throw my towel around my body, brush my teeth and wash my face, moisturizing my skin, getting ready to head straight to bed so I can try to force my body to forget about fucking and succumb to sleep.
As I open the bathroom door, I see Mikhail sitting in the hallway, next to the bathroom, his back against the wall, his knees up, and his head down. “Oh!” I jump. “Shit, I must really be fucking tired to be startled so easy. Excuse me,” I say as I begin to walk around him.
“I messed up, Julissa,” he says. And fuck damn it, I stop to hear him out. Girl, what the hell is wrong with you? Keep fucking walking. That realization I had earlier when I was laying on the bench returns and my understanding of his fear presents itself. Yet, my stubbornness persists that he could’ve easily chosen to understand me too so just because I understand doesn’t let him off the hook. I say nothing to him in return, I just stand there, my back facing his direction.
“I literally haven’t been myself lately. Wait, no. Sorry. That’s no excuse. I was wrong and I want us to be okay again. I know I don’t deserve your forgiveness but I’m asking you to forgive me,” he says and then I hear shuffling as he stands to his feet. I can see his shadow looming on the wall, making its way toward me, covering me and I wish it was his body instead. I resist the urge to face him. But he touches me on my shoulder, gently, with his hand more hardened now from working on cars and it scrapes across the sensitivity of my skin. My body betrays me, shivering from his touch, giving it away that he can still manage to affect me with a simple gesture although I’m still mad at him.
His hand drops to his side and its absence has me longing for his touch again. I close my eyes and let out a deep breath, trying to rid my body of the heat that I can feel now flushing my skin, trying to force it to return to normal. My heart races in my chest and my nipples harden. My entire body feels like I’ve just done something dangerous as adrenaline courses through me, making my pussy quiver.
I hear his breath catch and I’m guessing that the heat from my body is so scorching, it’s radiating onto him right now. His voice has that sexy gravel that tells me he’s not oblivious to the effect he’s having on me right now and I’m also guessing that I’m having the same effect on him. “What can I do to make it up to you?” he asks.
Fuck. Okay. Yeah, he doesn’t deserve me right now but who says this is about whathedeserves? Don’t I deserve to have the toe-curling pleasure that I desire? The kind that makes me fucking scream? The kind that will put me to sleep like a fucking sleeping pill? I turn around to face him as I loosen my towel and let it fall to the ground, giving him the answer to his question without saying a word.
He stands there staring at me, his jaw clenched and his eyes completely dilated as he looks into mine and down the rest of my body lingering on my breasts and my pussy, licking his lips without him knowing and forcing his eyes back up to mine. He clears his throat. I can tell he’s holding himself back since I can practically hear his heart pounding, see its rhythm against his chest.
I don’t have time for any more games so I press my body against his and he loses his control, his lips come crashing down on mine. He kisses me sloppily, starving as he grabs my ass cheeks spreading them while massaging them, stretching my pussy hole some more in the process. He moves his lips from my mouth to my neck, his beard sparking fires inside my body. I bite my lips because it feels so good I can’t make a sound for a few seconds until the ugliest gasps of pleasure escape my mouth and I don’t give a fuck that the sound shocked the life out of me because I can’t control it and I don’t want this to stop.
I begin to reach for his shirt, pulling him aggressively, popping his buttons off, almost ripping his damn shirt off his fucking body. He presses me into the wall and as the hardness of my nipples crash against the coarse dark hairs on his chest, I feel my eyes roll over in my head. He presses his hardness, still locked away in his pants against my clit and I start moaning madly.
I feel the floor underneath my feet and the air I forgot even existed sweep across my body. I’m still panting, trying to figure out what the hell just happened, why am I not feeling muscle beneath my fingertips? I open my eyes to see Mikhail staring at me in shock.
Chapter 12
Mikhail
I’mplasteredagainstthewall, trying to grip it, pretending it has something for me to hold on to that will prevent me from moving across the room and devouring Julissa’s body. That all happened so quickly and I’m dizzy with confusion. She is staring at me, all red in the face.
I stutter because of the restraint I’m putting on myself. “I’m sorry,” I manage to say.
Disappointment washes over her and I want to reach out and retrieve my words from the atmosphere, putting them back where I got them. She reaches for her towel.
“Yeah, whatever,” she says, beginning to walk away.
“Julissa…” I begin.
“You know what, Mikhail. Just leave me the fuck alone.” She spins around. “You can’t even manage to fuck me now?” she asks.
I reel back, raising my eyebrows and shaking my head. “What?” I ask her.
“Forget it,” she says, her feet speeding up.
