19. Addison

19

Addison

I pressed my pen against my notebook, looking back at the textbook, trying to remember what the hell an amino acid was. Midterms were next week, and my head was too clogged with thoughts of…of him for me to even concentrate, and quite honestly, it was ridiculous, embarrassing, distracting.

I jumped at the sudden, furious pounding on my door. My heart raced, lodging in my throat. Was it the same person from before? Was it... Michael?

I crept to the door, hands shaking slightly as I peered through the peephole. Relief and confusion washed over me.

Eren. But why did he look so enraged?

I opened the door tentatively. "Eren? What's going on?" I gave him a long look. "What happened to you? You have cuts on your face —"

He stormed past me into the house, his face twisted with anger. "No shit," he snapped. "This whole thing with Michael is off, got it? You and him? It's not going to happen."

My stomach dropped. "What are you talking about?"

Eren spun to face me, his eyes flashing. "Don't play dumb. You and Michael… He's not going to break you in, got it?"

I felt my cheeks flush at his crude way of putting it. "Why?"

"Why?" He scoffed. "Why? He lost it on me today at practice for no fucking reason. He's crazy."

"What does that have to do with me?" I protested, my voice rising.

Eren shook his head, his jaw clenched. "Stop pretending," he said, brushing past me and grabbing a blueberry muffin from yesterday. "I know he's been here without me."

"Because you said to," I said. "Eren, I'm doing everything you asked me to. Do you think I want to be with him? You said it's the only way for us to be together, and that's what I want."

I almost believed myself.

The truth was, everything had changed. I didn't even know what I wanted at this point.

But he was already heading for the door. "I can't do this right now, Addison. I need some time to think."

"About what?" I asked.

"About whether I want to deal with this at all," he muttered, his mouth full of muffin.

The door slammed behind him; the sound echoing in the sudden silence of my apartment. I sank onto the couch, my head in my hands. How had everything gotten so complicated so fast? And more importantly, how was I going to fix it?

Did I want to?

At that moment, my phone lit up, vibrating in my hand. UNKNOWN. I hesitated for a moment, then picked up the call.

Silence. Just the sound of breathing on the other end. Deep, steady breaths that seemed to fill the room, even through the tiny speaker.

"Hello?" I whispered, my voice barely audible.

No response. Just more breathing. In and out. In and out.

I should have hung up. I should have ended the call right then and there. But something held me in place, my finger hovering over the red button, unable to press down.

Because despite the silence, despite the unknown number, I knew exactly who was on the other end of the line. And just the sound of his breathing, the knowledge that he was there, listening, was enough to set my body on fire.

I closed my eyes, letting the sound wash over me. It was like he was right there in the room with me, his breath hot against my skin, his presence overwhelming and all-consuming.

I didn't understand it. I didn't understand how someone I barely knew, someone who terrified and thrilled me in equal measure, could have such an effect on me. But there was no denying the way my pulse raced, the way my skin tingled, the way my core clenched with need.

"Michael," I breathed, the word escaping my lips before I could stop it.

The breathing on the other end hitched, just for a moment. Then it resumed, deeper, faster, more intense than before.

I bit my lip, my free hand clenching into a fist at my side. I wanted to say something, anything, to break the silence. But I couldn't find the words. I could only listen, my body responding to the sound of his breath as if it were a physical caress.

"Eren's going to call the whole thing off," I said into the phone. "Whatever happened between the two of you really upset him."

The silence stretched on, broken only by the sound of my own breathing.

"Michael?" I whispered, my voice barely audible.

"Upstairs," he growled. "Now."

I clenched my teeth together, a shiver running down my spine at the command in his tone. I hung up the phone and headed upstairs, my steps slow and hesitant. Part of me was nervous, though I didn't know why.

When I got to my room, he was standing there like he owned it, like he had every right to be here. He was cut and bloody, just like Eren had been, but the look on his face was absolutely feral. His blue eyes were dark, almost black, and his jaw was clenched tight. His hair was disheveled, falling into his eyes, and his chest heaved with each breath he took.

He looked like a wild animal, ready to pounce. And I was his prey.

"Close the door," he barked out.

I did as he said, my hands shaking as I turned the lock. When I turned back around, he was already crossing the room towards me, his eyes dark and intense.

In two strides, he reached me, pulling my hair back, so he had access to my throat. His mouth was on me before I could even register what was happening, sucking and biting at the sensitive skin on my neck.

I gasped, my hands instinctively reaching up to grab onto his shoulders. His mouth was hot and insistent, his teeth grazing my skin just hard enough to make me shiver.

I could feel his breath against my ear, hot and ragged. He was devouring me, consuming me in a way that was both terrifying and exhilarating.

My eyes closed, and I pulled him tighter to me, my body responding to his touch in a way that was completely out of my control. I could feel my heart racing, my pulse pounding in my ears.

His hands were everywhere, roaming over my body as if he couldn't get enough of me. I could feel his fingers digging into my hips, pulling me closer to him.

I didn't know what was happening, didn't know why he was acting this way. But I couldn't deny the way my body responded to him, the way my heart raced at his touch.

I wanted more. I wanted him to keep going, to never stop.

But even as I thought it, I knew this whole situation needed a resolution. What had happened between them? I didn't understand…

But in that moment, with his mouth on my neck and his hands on my body, I couldn't remember why any of that mattered. All I could think about was the way he made me feel, the way my body responded to him.

And as much as I tried to fight it, I knew I couldn't deny it any longer. I wanted him. I wanted Michael.

Michael's grip tightened in my hair as he pulled me back, forcing me to look up at him. I was nervous, but there was something about the way he looked at me that made me feel like I could do anything.

"Your next lesson is pleasure," he growled, his voice rough. "Get on your knees."

I hesitated for a moment, but then I slid to my knees, looking up at him. His hand was still tangled in my hair, and I could feel his other hand working at the button of his jeans. My heart was racing, and I felt a flutter of excitement in my stomach.

When he finally pulled out his cock, I felt a rush of nervousness and intimidation. It was thick and hard, and I couldn't help but lick my lips, curious despite my fear. I had never seen one up close before, and I didn't know what to do.

Michael must have sensed my hesitation because he leaned down, his mouth close to my ear. "Don't worry, Addison," he whispered. "I'll show you what to do."

He guided my hand to his cock, showing me how to grip it. His skin was warm and smooth, and I could feel the pulse of his heartbeat beneath my fingers. I looked up at him, and he smiled down at me, his eyes filled with want.

"Just relax," he said, his voice soothing. "And do what feels natural."

I took a deep breath and leaned forward, tentatively licking the tip of his cock. He groaned, and I felt a surge of confidence. I licked again, this time more eagerly, and he let out another moan.

I could feel myself getting more and more turned on as I continued, my own desire building along with his. I had never felt so powerful, so in control.

As I took him deeper into my mouth, I marveled at the silken texture that seemed to fill my entire world. Michael's breaths grew shallower, and his hips began to thrust gently, driving himself further into my throat. I whimpered around him; the vibrations causing him to shudder and arch his back.

I wrapped my lips around the head of his cock, feeling the warmth and hardness of it against my teeth. He let out a gasp, his hands tightening in my hair, guiding me as I slowly took him in deeper.

My tongue danced along his length, savoring the taste of him and feeling his hips moving in response. It was intoxicating, the way he seemed to be losing control and surrendering to my touch. I wanted to give him more, to make him feel even better.

Slowly, I bobbed my head, taking him in and out of my mouth at a steady pace. His moans grew louder, and I could feel the pulsing of his cock in my throat. I reached down, gripping his ass and pulling him closer to me, deepening the kiss.

Gradually, I took him deeper into my mouth, savoring the taste of him and the way his body responded to my touch. Michael's hips moved rhythmically, as if guiding me in our dance. My arousal intensified with each passing second, and I found myself yearning for more.

With each thrust, I could feel the veins in his cock pulse against my tongue, and I reveled in the sensation, eager to explore every inch of him. As I continued to suck, I played with the sensitive spot behind his balls, causing him to gasp and arch his back even more.

"Fuck, Ads, just like that," he muttered. "I've thought of this, waited for this."

The sound of his breaths growing shallower and his moans growing louder filled the room, and I knew he was nearing his climax. I reached up, cupping his balls in my hand, and gently squeezed them as I continued to suck him.

I could feel the tension building in his body, and I knew I had to give him what he needed. I increased the pace of my sucking, taking him deeper and faster, and his hips bucked wildly in response.

He gripped the back of my head tightly, his breaths coming in short gasps. I wanted to taste him.

"You're going to swallow every last drop, understand?" he asked gruffly.

He shoved more of his cock into my throat, and I gagged, tears filling my eyes.

"Oh, shit, your mouth feels so fucking good," he said. "I can't wait to feel what your pussy feels like." He grunted, faster and faster. "Oh, fuck, Addison, take my come. It's yours. Fuck, it's yours."

With one final thrust, he let out a loud groan and I felt his cock pulse in my mouth. He came, flooding my throat with his hot, salty release. I swallowed quickly, greedily, drinking it all in, savoring the taste of him.

As he came down from his peak, his body trembled against mine. I slowly released him from my mouth, feeling satisfied and content.

He pulled me up and gave me a long, passionate kiss, his tongue gently exploring my mouth as if tasting himself on me. In the aftermath of our encounter, I felt a surge of power and confidence that I had never experienced before. I had unlocked a new facet of myself, a side that was bold, sensual, and unafraid to take pleasure in its own way.

I looked at Michael, his eyes filled with desire and awe, and I knew that this was only the beginning. We had just discovered a new dimension of intimacy that would forever change the way we connected with each other.

We lay there together, basking in the afterglow, our hearts beating in sync. As I ran my fingers through his hair, I knew that this was just the beginning of our exploration, and I couldn't wait to see where it would take us.

Michael looked down at me, eyes hungry and appraising. "You're a natural," he said, his voice husky.

"What happens now?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

He looked at me with an intensity that made my heart race. "What do you mean?" he asked, leading me towards the bed.

"If Eren does call it off," I said, my voice trembling.

Michael stopped in his tracks and turned to face me. He pulled me into his arms, his grip tight and possessive.

"You're mine, Addison," he said, his voice low and determined. "That's it."

I tried to pull away, but he held me firmly. "Michael, you're his best friend," I protested.

"None of that matters," he said, his eyes locked on mine. "Only you."

He pulled me onto the bed, his body pressing against mine. I could feel his heart racing, matching the rhythm of my own. I closed my eyes, trying to make sense of what was happening.

Michael's hand traced the outline of my face, his touch gentle and tender. "I've wanted you for so long, Addison," he whispered. "I can't let you go now."

I opened my eyes and looked up at him, my heart aching with uncertainty. "But what about Eren?" I asked.

Michael's expression softened, and he brushed a stray hair away from my face. "I'll talk to him," he said. "I'll make him understand. But only because it seems to be important to you."

I nodded, my mind racing with questions and doubts. But as Michael leaned in to kiss me, all thoughts disappeared. His lips were soft and warm, and I felt a surge of desire that took my breath away.

Michael's hands roamed my body again. I could feel his need, his hunger, and it ignited a fire within me. I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him closer, wanting more.

But as we lay there, entwined in each other's embrace, I couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong.

"And what if he doesn't?" I asked in a low voice. "What if he decides to stay with me?"

Michael was silent for a long moment. "You're mine, Addison," he repeated. "That's all there is."