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“I’m no good for you, Haize.” His breath was warm and one of his hands smoothed down her stomach, resting against her slit. She wanted him to fondle her some more, but he didn’t.
“Stop saying that, Mikey.”
“You’re so pure. So good. And I just ruined you.” His finger traced up and down, never parting her. It felt so good. “You’re a good girl. I’m a bad guy.”
“You don’t know anything about me, Mikey. You didn’t ruin me.” She rubbed her hips against him, hoping he’d get the hint to finger her. His finger just traced up and down, never touching her clit or parting her. It was arousing and she resisted the urge to reach down and guide him inside of her again.
“I’ve fucked so many women. I’ve done so many bad things. I’m no good.”
“There are some things I need to tell you, Mikey. I’m not the good girl you think I am. And please, stop saying you’re not good. You are amazing, and I enjoyed every second of pleasure you just gave me.”
She reached down and grabbed his wrist. She spread her legs and guided his hand between them. “Finger me. Make me come with your hands.”
Two fingers slid in, and she continued to hold his forearm as he probed inside of her. She was so wet and ready, sore and aching from him being deep inside of her a few minutes ago, and cried his name as his fingers moved in and out so fast it all became a blur.
“Tell me why you’re not a good girl, Haize. Tell me.”
“Make me come and then I’ll tell you everything, Mikey.” His sandpaper palms made her sensitive skin raw, but nothing was going to pull her away from his probing magic fingers that hit her in all the right spots. She knew this was wrong. Unethical. And he was still early on his sobriety journey. But it’s what they both wanted. Their bodies as one, making love so deeply they both lost track of time.
She found herself on top this time, his eight inches sliding in and out as she rode him, hips bucking, back arching while his hands kneaded her breasts like bread dough. The way he looked up at her made her forget all the negativity. All the ways this shouldn’t be happening. How he technically just relapsed since he was a sex addict.
They came at the same time and her body collapsed on top of him, his hands running through her sweaty hair and down the small of her back. It took them a second to catch their breath, and she heard him rip another used condom off and toss it in the trash can near the bed.
“Shit. It’s past midnight,” he whispered in her ear, his hand heavy on the small of her back. “My curfew is 8:30.”
“I don’t want you to leave, Mikey. Not yet.” Missing curfew was a problem. “Are you on a curfew monitor?”
“No. She just could randomly stop by Mitch’s place. I’m not going anywhere. I’ll stay as long as you want me to. This is worth the risk.”
She loved how his voice vibrated in her ear as she rested her head on his chest. She could hear the thump of his heart, connecting them in more ways than just sex. She worried this would be the night his parole officer would show up to find him not where he was supposed to be, but his body nestled against hers made her forget about it, if only for a little while.
“This is amazing, Mikey. Thank you.”
“I stuck to my promise. I made you come with my fingers. And with other things,” he replied, laughing. “Now it’s your turn. Tell me why you’re not a good girl. Tell me everything you want me to know, Haize.”
Michael gave her time. If she wasn’t ready to tell her story, he wasn’t going to make her, but his curiosity was running wild with what she meant about not being a good girl. Was she feeling that way because of what they had just done? Their naked bodies were pressed against each other, her back resting against his chest, hugging her from behind. He nuzzled her neck with one hand gently caressing her breast, the other hugging around her stomach. He didn’t want to move. He didn’t want to leave. He wanted to stay there forever, though they both knew it was wrong.
He brushed some of her sweaty hair from the side of her face and tucked it behind her ear. He was already becoming aroused again, his cock against the small of her back, ready to take her deep. But it wasn’t the time. She had something on her mind, and he was going to wait until it felt right again. Or maybe it wouldn’t happen at all, and he’d be left to pleasure himself again.
She turned on her side, the cold air between them replacing where she was resting against him. Facing him, she slid close again, her breasts pressed into his chest, her legs wrapping around his waist. He kissed her forehead and held onto her, afraid if he let go, she’d float away, and he’d wake up alone – all of this a dream.
“You’re so beautiful, Haize.”
She closed her eyes and buried her face in his chest. “I’m not who you think I am, Mikey.”
“You keep saying that. I’m not sure I believe you.” He smirked and rested his hand on the small of her back. His arousal was evident, but he kept his hips away, waiting for her to take the lead on what she wanted to do.
Her finger traced over his chest, across his tattoos, stopping at one with a skull and roses. “Do these have any meaning?”
He nodded. “When I was deep into my drug use, I used to hallucinate. I’d see skulls. Lots of scary stuff. I got this one in prison. That’s what the clock means. If you ever see a clock on someone, it likely means they’ve done time.”
“I’ve seen them. I wanna say I knew that.” She stopped at the cross tattooed right in the center of his chest. “Are you a religious man?”
“Not really. I guess I’m spiritual, but as for organized religion, I can’t say that I am.” He took her hand in his and intertwined his fingers with hers. “I’m not sure why I got that tattoo. I was probably high when it happened. I don’t even really remember.” He was ashamed to say it out loud. How horrible did he sound? She didn’t know a lot about his past. Just that he was an addict and he had done time. “Why do you think you’re not a good girl?” He didn’t want to rush her, but he also wanted to help her get it off her chest.
She looked up into his eyes, her hand squeezing his. “Do you think what we did here tonight is wrong?”
Michael took a deep breath. “I’m not sure how to answer that, Haize. I know that I couldn’t stop myself. I know that it was good. And I know I don’t want it to end. I can’t even bring myself to leave this bed. I’d stay here forever if I could.”
