9. Chapter 7

Chapter 7

Michael

I 've been avoiding Mandy for the past two days. I'm so angry at her for wanting our relationship to be a 'no strings' one. Does she think I'm the kind of man that would go for that? What could make her offer me something like this?

I'm taking the day off from construction at her grandmother's house. My mind is racing a mile a minute, and I can't concentrate. Suddenly, my doorbell rings. I hope it's not one of my brothers. They won't understand what's going on with me and Mandy. Hell, I don't understand what's going on between us.

There is something there. I felt it in the kiss we shared. She can try and pass it off as just two people coming together, but the passion and need that we shared during that kiss was irrefutable proof that there was something there.

I look through the peephole and am surprised to see Mandy standing there with something in her arms. I open the door and look down at her curvy frame. She's so edible it's hard for me to acknowledge her presence.

"Hi, Michael."

My head moves up and down, and I guess I'm nodding in greeting. I don't move a muscle, but my eyes roam all over Mandy's body.

"Can we talk?" she asks.

I think I'm being rude so I step aside to let her in. She's wearing a long sweater with leggings underneath. I want to strip her of those and do nasty things to her. She'll love everything I do. I close the door with a sigh. I guess we're going to set the rules for the no-strings relationship she wants us to have.

"I brought you some Fettuccini Alfredo that I made. It's the recipe you like."

"Is this a peace offering?"

"Something like that. Can we sit and talk?"

I take the dish from her and hesitate. I have better manners than this.

"Do you want anything to drink? Water? Cola?"

"No, I'm fine, Michael. I didn't come here for you to wait on me."

She sits down on the couch and places her hands on her lap as if in prayer. If only she knew I want to spend the rest of my life worshipping her. I put the Fettuccini container on the kitchen counter and returned to the living room. I stand pretty close to her, but I can't really sit down right now.

"What did you come here for?"

"I was hoping we could smooth things over. I know you are mad. I didn't say I didn't want a relationship with you, just that the future is kind of complicated for me. I can't make any promises to you right now."

"You're worried about making promises to me?"

"Of course. I care about you, Michael."

"Just not enough to say words that might bind us together."

"Michael."

"Let's say I want to play this little 'no strings' game. What does that look like to you?"

I pull her up from where she's sitting and grab her by the arms. Her head just reaches my shoulder and I lift her chin up so she can see me and how I'm boiling inside. The problem is the anger has turned to hunger and I don't know that I can keep it to myself.

Her lips are full and rose pink, and I want to kiss her again. I brush my thumb over her lower lip, and I feel her mouth tremble from my touch.

"You look delicious today." I lean down to whisper in her ear.

I place a kiss on her earlobe and feel her shudder.

"What if I told you I wanted to bend you over this couch and lick your pussy until you come all over my face? Is that something allowed in the 'no strings' relationship you have in mind?"

"Ye…ye…yes, that's allowed."

No longer worried about niceties, I lean down and ravish her mouth. I thrust my tongue in and fuck her mouth with it, showing her what I'm going to do when she's bent over for me. Before long I realize she's trembling and needy with desire.

I do what I promised and pull down her leggings and panties and have her bare for me to feast on. After I take off the garments, I push her legs apart and press her gently on her back so she's bent over the arm of the sofa.

My fingers are itching to touch her, so I do. I open her pink lips and am rewarded with her slick arousal. She wants this as much as I do.

"Do you want my mouth on you, Mandy?"

"Yes!"

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, dammit, Michael, just do it."

I smile. If she's swearing, she's already halfway there. I kneel behind her and place kisses on her ass cheeks. I'd like to play with those later, but right now, I have a whole delicious meal in front of me. Her pink, juicy cunt is weeping for me, so I stretch my tongue out and penetrate her hole.

She gasps and pushes her ass back towards me. I take that as a sign to go on and increase my rhythm. I find her clit with my fingers and start stroking it in a circular motion. I do it in a slow, steady manner, which I know will drive her crazy.

"Michael, more, please."

I see she's got her hand up her sweater and is probably teasing her own breasts. My cock twitches at the realization. I dive deeper into her, licking and sucking and teasing her until she's shaking her ass in desperation.

"Come for me, Mandy. Come all over my mouth."

"Oh, god." She screams.

Her orgasm takes her as she presses herself against my face. I'm covered in her juices, and I don't stop licking until she collapses over the arm of the couch. She's breathing fast, and my chest is filled with pride for having given her pleasure. It's all I've ever wanted to do. To make her happy.

I grab her by the arms and help her up. When I turn her around to look at me, she looks dazed but has a smile on her face.

"I'm not done with you just yet, Mandy."

All she does is nod, and I take her hand in mine so I can lead her upstairs to my room. When we get there, I'm surprised that Mandy immediately takes her sweater and bra off, showing her glorious curvy self to me.

Her blond hair is loose around her shoulders, making her look like a golden angel. She approaches me and pulls my t-shirt off. My pants and boxers are tossed in the same corner where she threw the t-shirt. She starts kissing my chest, but I grow impatient.

I press her gently down onto the bed, and she scoots backward so her head is on top of the pillows. She opens herself up to me and looks at me with those innocent eyes. This vixen is far from innocent, and I'll show her that today.

Her toenails are purple, like the sweater she was wearing, and I can't keep myself from teasing the arch of her foot. It's one of the spots she likes having touched when we make love.

We're not making love, though. We're having sex.

I crawl on top of her and nestle between her legs. My chest hair teases her nipples, and they become hard, like pebbles. I love how responsive she is to me.

"Michael, condom."

That would have been a big issue. I'm glad she brought it up. I reach over to the nightstand and pull out a packet, and place it next to her.

"Do you want to put it on me?"

She nods and grabs the foil packet. She rips it open with her mouth and I get on my knees so she has full access to me and my hard cock. It slides on easily, and when her hands are gone, I miss them deeply. I want those hands on me now and forever. I'll have to settle for now.

As if I've conjured them, her hands return, and she's pulling me back on top of her. Her arms go around me, and I breathe in her scent. Peaches and vanilla. Just like I remember. This seems to turn a switch inside me, and I become a beast.

I don't even wait for her go-ahead, I just thrust inside her juicy cunt. We both groan with pleasure and for a moment, I hesitate to move. I kiss and nibble her neck and pull her legs around me so that she's got me as deep as I can possibly go.

"You've got to move, Michael, please."

"You feel so perfect around me."

"I need you to move, baby."

The endearment does something to my insides, but I have to remember the rules of the game. I can't get attached. It's just fun for fun's sake, which is why I think my thrusts become a little brutal and demanding. It's my body asking hers for surrender.

Mandy doesn't seem to mind one bit, though. She's scratching at my back and holding me as tight as possible. Her moans are increasingly louder, and our bodies are starting to sweat. I've never fucked her this way in all the years that we were together.

"Come on, Mandy. Give it to me. Give me everything."

"Michael!"

Her desperate cry tells me she needs a little help getting over the finish line, so I reach between us to tease her clit. She reacts like a bolt of lightning has gone through her, and I immediately feel her pussy convulsing all around my cock.

The endless tugs pull me closer to my own release, but I try to hang on because I want to make her come again after this one. I know—I'm greedy—but she's had multiples before. No reason why it can't happen now when I'm like a beast that needs soothing.

I slow down my thrusts and look at her face. Some strands of hair are pasted to her wet forehead and I push them aside. She gazes dreamily at me.

"What about you, baby?"

"We're not done yet."

"Michael, no."

I get on my knees and pull her with me into a vertical position. I don't know what's gotten into me, but I'm going with it for all it's worth. She instinctively wraps her legs behind my back and looks at me straight in the eyes.

"Give me another one, Mandy."

"Michael…"

I thrust up relentlessly and see the moment when the orgasm starts to build inside her again. It makes her grab me tighter.

"Don't drop me, Michael."

"Never."

I start guiding her hip movements with my hands, and the whimpers begin. I kiss her mouth, and we go crazy. It's as if this is the last link we need to bind us together right now. This moment, we're joined together, and no one can take this away from us.

"Michael, I'm coming."

With those words, I let myself go, and we come together in an incredible explosion of pleasure. I lower her gently down to the bed and go take care of the condom. I come back with a wet cloth to clean her up. She lets me take care of her like the old times and I kick myself for trying to bring those memories back. I need to live in the present.

I ignore my traitorous thoughts and kiss her on the temple. She scoots over to me and puts her head on my chest. We both stay silent. What is there to say? Even if this was the best sex of my life—if this is what no-strings is like—bring it on. I'm all for it.