22. Michael

22

Michael

I watched Addison as she danced around the kitchen, wearing nothing but a sheer tank top and boy shorts. Her braless tits bounced with every move, the thin fabric doing little to conceal her hardened nipples. It was like she was putting on a show just for me, teasing me with every sway of her hips.

I leaned against the tree just outside her kitchen window, my eyes following her every movement. The way she bit her lip as she measured out ingredients, the flour dusting her cheek, the curve of her ass in those tight boy shorts — it was all driving me crazy.

She glanced over her shoulder out the window, a mischievous glint in her eye.

I couldn't take it anymore. I pulled out my phone and dialed her number without taking my eyes off of her.

How could I?

"Hello?" she asked, her voice low.

"You know exactly what you're doing, don't you?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about." She paused. "Are you outside?"

"You know I am."

"Come in," she said. "Please? I need to talk to you."

Like I could refuse.

The second I stepped inside, I grabbed her hips, pulling her flush against me. She gasped as she felt my hardness pressing into her. "You're playing with fire, Ads."

Her hands slid up my chest, her fingers toying with the collar of my shirt. "Maybe I want to get burned."

I growled, lifting her onto the counter in one swift motion. Ingredients scattered as I settled between her thighs, my hands roaming her body. She arched into my touch, a soft moan escaping her lips.

"Michael," she breathed, her eyes dark with desire.

I captured her mouth in a searing kiss, my tongue delving into her depths. She tasted like sugar and sin, and I couldn't get enough. My hands slipped under her tank top, palming her breasts as she writhed against me.

"Wait," she said, her voice trembling slightly. "Did you tell Eren you want... you want to be done with everything tonight?"

I pulled away, furrowing my brow as Addison spoke. "What?" I asked, confusion etched on my face.

Addison's eyes met mine, a mix of uncertainty and apprehension swirling in their depths. "Eren says you said you wanted to end things tonight after the game so he and I can finally be together —"

My grip tightened on her, possessiveness surging through my veins. "You cannot go back to him," I said, my voice low and intense. "You know that."

Addison's eyes darkened, a flicker of something unreadable passing over her features. "I..."

"Do you want to?" I asked, searching her face for the truth.

She looked away; her gaze dropping to the floor. "I don't know what I want."

"Liar." The word fell from my lips as I fondled her tit, feeling her nipple marble under my touch. "Do you really think he could get your body to respond this way?"

Addison's breath hitched, her back arching slightly into my hand. The air between us crackled with tension, the unspoken desires hanging heavy in the space between our bodies.

"Michael," she whispered, her voice a plea and a warning all at once.

I leaned in, my lips brushing the shell of her ear. "You're mine, Addison. You know it, and I know it. Eren will never understand you the way I do. He'll never make you feel the way I can."

She shivered, her hands gripping my shoulders as if to steady herself. "But..."

"No buts," I growled, nipping at her earlobe. "You belong with me. And I'm going to prove it to you, over and over again, until there's no doubt in your mind. And I know you want me too. There's a part of you that responds to me. Not because I'm the right choice or because I'm romantic. But because I'm possessive. Because I'm obsessed with you. You like when I watch you. You like when I call you. You like it, don't you?"

Addison's breath came in short, shallow gasps as my hands roamed her body, igniting a fire under her skin. "Michael," she breathed out, her voice barely above a whisper.

I trailed kisses along her neck, savoring the taste of her skin. My lips found her pulse point, and I sucked gently, eliciting a soft moan from her parted lips. Her hands tangled in my hair, pulling me closer as if she couldn't get enough.

"Tell me you want me," I demanded, my hands slipping under her tank top, my fingers grazing the underside of her breasts. "Tell me you need me."

Addison's eyes fluttered closed, her head falling back as she arched into my touch. "I... I want you, Michael. I need you."

A growl of satisfaction rumbled in my chest as I captured her lips in a searing kiss. My tongue delved into her mouth, claiming her, consuming her. She melted against me, her body molding to mine as if we were made for each other.

My hands gripped her hips, pulling her flush against me. I ground my hardness against her core, feeling the heat radiating through the thin fabric of her underwear. She gasped into my mouth; her nails digging into my shoulders.

I broke the kiss, trailing my lips along her jaw, down her neck. "You're mine, Addison," I whispered against her skin. "No one else can have you. No one else can touch you like this."

"What about Eren?" she asked.

"What about him?" I replied, my eyes locked on hers.

"We can't just leave him," Addison said, her brow furrowing with concern.

"Why not?" I challenged, my grip on her hips tightening possessively.

Addison sighed. "Look, he said you wanted to finish this —"

I cut her off, my voice low and intense. "You think I want to finish anything with you now that I have you?"

My mind raced as I considered the situation. I knew Eren's temper; I had seen it firsthand at practice. If I cut him out completely, it would ruin the team dynamic, and we were so close to playoffs. I couldn't risk everything falling apart now.

But the thought of letting Addison go, of allowing Eren to touch her again, made my blood boil. She was mine, and I wasn't about to give her up.

"I'm not giving you back to him," I said firmly, my eyes boring into hers.

Addison's gaze searched mine, uncertainty clouding her features. "So, what do we do?"

I pursed my lips, my mind working to find a solution. "We go on like normal," I said finally. "I'll handle it." I leaned forward, my lips brushing against her ear. "Do you trust me?" I whispered, my breath hot against her skin.

Addison nodded, her body trembling slightly under my touch. I could feel her surrender, her willingness to put her faith in me. It was a heady feeling, knowing that she was mine, that she trusted me to navigate this complicated situation.

I knelt before her, my hands gripping the waistband of her underwear. She looked down at me, her eyes wide with a mix of anticipation and uncertainty. I could see the rapid rise and fall of her chest as she took shallow breaths, her body trembling slightly under my touch.

With a slow, deliberate movement, I pulled her underwear down, exposing her to my gaze. She bit her lip, her hands gripping the edge of the counter as if to steady herself. I could feel the heat radiating off of her, the scent of her arousal filling the air.

I leaned forward, my lips brushing against her inner thigh. She gasped, her legs trembling as I trailed kisses up her thigh, inching closer to her center. I could feel her body tense, her muscles coiling like a spring as she waited for my touch.

When I finally reached her, I took my time, savoring the taste of her. My tongue flicked against her clit, eliciting a soft moan from her parted lips. I could feel her body responding to my touch, her hips bucking slightly as I continued to tease her.

I slid a finger inside of her, feeling her wetness envelop me. She gasped, her nails digging into my shoulders as I began to move my finger in and out of her. I could feel her body tightening around me, her muscles clenching.

I increased my pace, my finger thrusting deeper within her, matching the rhythm of our breathing. Her moans grew louder, her breaths turning to gasps as she edged closer to the precipice. I could feel her body shaking beneath me, her clenching muscles signaling her impending orgasm.

My tongue lapped at her clit like I was a fucking dog, feasting on her. She was delicious; I couldn't get enough.

As I continued to pleasure her, she let out a series of breathy whimpers, her fingers digging into my skin more forcefully. The scent of her excitement grew more intense, filling the room and heightening my want.

Her moans became more frantic. She was trembling uncontrollably, her body twitching as if she was being struck by lightning. My tongue continued its relentless assault on her clit, driving her closer to the edge.

I slid another finger inside of her, stretching her to accommodate my invasion. Her moans turned into a low, guttural sound as she arched her back, her muscles clenching around my fingers.

"Did you know," I began, "it was me? I was the one who ate you out that night on Valentine's Day." I could feel her body start to shake violently, her muscles tensing like a coiled spring. "You thought it was Eren, but it wasn't. It was me. I couldn't resist., Fuck, you were so stunning, sitting there. Fucking decadent. I had to take a bite. And I did."

She cried out, her voice hoarse with pleasure as her orgasm finally washed over her. Her hips bucked wildly, her body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her.

I held her close, my lips pressed against her mound as she rode out her orgasm. Her body slowly relaxed, her trembling subsiding as she caught her breath. I pulled away, admiring the aftermath of my handiwork.

I continued my assault on her clit, my tongue flicking and darting, drawing out every last drop of her pleasure. Her hips bucked wildly beneath me, her juices flowing freely, coating my hand and face. I drank in her nectar, savoring the taste of her.

I increased my pace, my tongue and finger working in tandem to bring her to the edge. She moaned my name, her body trembling as she came apart under my touch again. I continued to move my finger inside of her, prolonging her orgasm until she was left panting and spent.

When it was over, I pulled away, my gaze meeting hers. She looked down at me, her eyes glazed with pleasure and satisfaction. I could see the trust in her eyes, the knowledge that I would always take care of her.

I stood up, pulling her into my arms. She wrapped her legs around my waist, her arms encircling my neck as I carried her to the bedroom. I could feel her heart beating against my chest, the rhythm matching my own.

As I laid her down on the bed, I knew I would do anything to protect her, to keep her safe. She was mine, and I was hers. And nothing would ever change that.

I stood over her, my slacks pooled at my feet. The sight of her sprawled out on the bed, still trembling from her orgasm, sent a surge of possessiveness through me. I wanted her to know who she belonged to, who had made her feel this way. I grabbed my cock, wrapping my fingers tightly around it the way I imagined her pussy would feel.

"Look at what you do to me, Ads," I growled.

Her eyes, heavy-lidded and sated, flicked up to meet mine. She took in the sight of my cock, hard and throbbing with need. I could see the desire flare in her eyes, the hunger that matched my own.

"Spit on my dick," I commanded, my voice barely above a whisper.

Addison's eyes widened, but she sat up, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasm. She leaned forward, her tongue darting out to wet her lips before she spat on my cock.

I groaned, my hand wrapping around my shaft as I stroked myself. The feel of her saliva on my skin was intoxicating, sending a shiver down my spine.

"Watch me," I said roughly, my eyes locked on hers. "Watch me come for you so you know exactly how to touch me."

Addison's eyes never left mine as she watched me pleasure myself. I could see the desire building in her gaze, the hunger that matched my own. I wanted to consume her, to devour her until there was nothing left but us.

"I want you to ride me," I said, my voice low and intense. "I want to feel your wet pussy sliding up and down my cock, your tits bouncing in my face."

Her breath hitched, her body trembling at my words.

"I want to fuck you in every position imaginable," I continued, my hand moving faster on my cock. "I want to take you from behind, to feel your ass pressed against my hips as I pound into you. I want to tie you up," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "I want to bind your wrists and ankles, to have you completely at my mercy. I want to tease you. I want to make you beg for release, to hear you scream my name as you come."

Almost by instinct, she spread her legs, her fingers finding her wet pussy, clit already swollen because of the assault I just gave it.

"I want to own you," I said, my voice low and intense. "I want to possess every inch of your body, to make you mine in every way possible. You like that, don't you?"

She moaned, the sound undoing me completely.

"I'm going to fuck you in front of him," I growled. "I'm going to make him watch so he knows that you're mine now, and then I'm going to kill him for even looking at you."

As I continued to stroke myself, I could feel my orgasm building. My muscles tensed, my body coiling like a spring as I neared the edge. I could see the anticipation in Addison's eyes, the need that matched my own.

I watched as Addison's fingers moved faster and faster on her clit, her body writhing in pleasure. The sight of her like this, so vulnerable and open, made my cock throb with need.

"You like that, don't you?" I demanded. "You like that I'd kill for you."

She gasped, her eyes meeting mine. I could see the fear and excitement mingling in her gaze, a hunger that matched my own.

"Michael," she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper.

"That's right," I growled, my hand moving faster on my cock. "Show me. Show me how badly you want me to own you."

Addison's breathing grew shallow, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she continued to pleasure herself. I could see the need building in her eyes.

"I want you to come for me," I said, my voice low and intense. "I want to see you lose control."

Her body trembled, her muscles tensing as she neared her release.

"Come for me," I commanded, my voice barely above a whisper.

With a final, desperate moan, Addison's body convulsed, her orgasm washing over her. I watched as she came apart, her body trembling with the force of her release.

The sight of her like this sent a surge of possessiveness through me. I wanted to mark her, to claim her as mine. I continued to stroke myself, increasing my pace.

I could feel my orgasm building, my muscles tensing as I neared the edge. With a final, desperate thrust, I came, my seed spilling out onto Addison's face.

I watched as she gasped, her eyes widening in surprise as she felt the warmth of my come on her skin.

I leaned forward, my lips brushing against her ear. "You're mine," I growled, my voice low and intense. "And I'm never letting you go."

I leaned down, my lips brushing against hers in a possessive kiss. I could taste the saltiness of my come on her skin, the scent of her arousal filling the air. I knew I would never get enough of her, that I would always crave her touch.

"I love you," I whispered, my voice low and intense.

Addison's eyes widened again.

She didn't say it.

Not yet.

But she would.

Once Eren was out of the way, I knew she would.