by Wynn, Ann
As the lift reached the 5th floor, he led the way as Joana followed behind him. His apartment was at the end of the hallway to the left. He had an awesome view but unfortunately, he was not able to enjoy it every time. He was always so busy working that when he was home, he was only there to sleep. As he opened his front door, he invited Joana in, her high heels clattering on the floor tiles. She looked around and saw that it was a clean, minimalist kind of apartment. Although it was a studio type apartment, it looked spacious because of the arrangement and the minimal number of furniture as well as appliances. There was a divider on the right side of apartment that probably led to his bedroom. Her face lit up as she walked to the living room, taking in the view from the long windows aligned on the back of the long couch.
“Would you like a can of beer or a glass of water? Sorry. That's all I have in my refrigerator at the moment,” he said apologetically as he continued to look at the contents of his fridge.
Joana sat on the couch and watched Michael moving about in the kitchen. She always liked his broad back and his behind. He might not look like a frequent gym goer, but he looked like he still exercised whenever he could despite his busy schedule.
“A beer's fine. I don't mind,” she said as she enjoyed the view in front of her.
He opened two cans of ice cold beer and sat in front of her. He took a swig of his beer after her from one of the opened cans, not minding his bruised lips in the process. He was not supposed to be drinking beer. He was still recovering, but right now he just did not care. He pulled the phone out of his pocket as Joana drank her beer. Nothing. There were no messages or even calls from Juliana. What in the world was happening to her? He decided that it was time to call her. Juliana had fallen asleep in the comfort of her living room couch. When her phone started to ring, she panicked. She quickly grabbed her phone and answered. She knew that voice but now, his voice sounded more gruff than anything. It was Michael. She did not know how to feel at this point. She wanted to be happy, but somehow she felt numb.
“Hey Baby! I just got home from the hospital. I'm just wondering how you are. I wish you could have made it,” he said as he tried to sound happy for her.
“Hi! Glad to hear that you're okay. Is Joana still there?” she figured there was no beating around the bush. She had to ask, which made Michael wonder.
“Yes, she's here in my home,” he said, not even thinking about how his words would impact her.
“Michael...I hope we can talk personally somehow about all this. I really need to hear things from you.” She tried to sound strong. If he was cheating on her, she knew she'd break down easily. She loved him so.
“What's this about, Baby?” He stood up from his seat and walked to his bedroom. He did not like Juliana's tone at all. She sighed.
“I-I visited you earlier in the hospital today and saw you and Joana kissing...” she recalled, making him curse under his breath.
There was no denying that it happened. He could still remember how her lips felt on his. Although he knew it was wrong to be kissing another, there was a point when he actually enjoyed it.
“I'm sorry, Baby. I don't deny it. It really happened. It was a temporary moment of weakness. It won't happen again,” he explained to her.
Despite the fact that he was in his bedroom, Joana could hear what he was saying. Although hurt to be called a temporary moment of weakness, she was determined to put that all behind her. She wanted to be a more permanent person his life whether he wanted to or not.
“Did you or did you not enjoy your kiss?” she asked boldly as she tried to stop the tears from falling down her cheeks.
“Jules, it was just a kiss. Don't be so overly dramatic!” he said, irritated. His tone had been annoyed and she was not happy that he was being this way instead of just telling her the truth.
“If it was just a kiss then why don't you just answer the question?” she wondered as she tried to remain calm. He let out a frustrated sigh on the other line before responding to her.
“Yes, I did. I enjoyed it. I know it was not right but what's done is done. I can't do anything about it anymore,” he said as Juliana sighed.
He was right. Even she knew this as she had kissed another man twice and enjoyed it too. Remembering Gabriel and his intoxicating kisses, she was confused.
“Michael, I think we should take time to cool off. We haven't been functioning well as a couple lately. Our relationship isn't exactly as perfect as we both want it to be. I hate being the last on your priority list.” She finally said it after all these years, and although it pained Michael to hear what she said, he knew deep inside that she was right.
“How long do you need a time off from me? From us?” he asked sadly.
He did not want to lose her, but if this was the only way to keep her, he would let it happen. At this time, Joana looked interested in hearing what they were talking about. This time off from each other was a perfect time for her to snatch him away from her after all.
“Honestly, I don't know. It could take a couple of days or weeks. I just want us to really think about ourselves and our relationship,” she explained.
“Are you breaking up with me?” he dared to ask, and he felt like holding his breath as he waited for her response.
“Temporarily, at least. This relationship has turned sour through the years. I wish it didn't but it has. I don't want to always keep on waiting for you and then nothing,” she said exasperatedly, which angered Michael.
“I will not accept this, Jules. I won't lose you! But if this cool off or whatever you call it is what you want then, I'll let it slide, but does this mean we can see other people during this period?” he asked, a twinge of pain pinching his heart. He did not know what to expect. Maybe he just didn't want to hear the word yes.
“I don't know. Maybe. I haven't thought about this thoroughly yet,” she said honestly.
“I'm going to come over tonight and make it up to you. None of this nonsense, Jules. You know you want me and you need me.”
She did want him and need him, which made him dangerous to her. She knew that if he would come over and try to talk to her, she would yield. The moment when he started kissing her, caressing her, doing wicked things with her, she would forget everything that had happened, what he had done to make her doubt their relationship. Although she just wanted to forget everything, she knew she would have to be strong enough to let him stay away from her right now somehow.
“I don't think that's a good idea, Michael. Please...” she pleaded him, which only made him angrier and more paranoid.
“Are you cheating on me? Is there another man in your house right now?”
The thought of it did not just hurt him but it angered him even more. This was taking a turn for the worse and she was not exactly pleased with the outcome.
“No. How could you say that? Don't you trust me?” she asked him as she sounded hurt, which made him think hard. Was he seriously doubting his girlfriend of many years?
“Fine. A cool off it is. But I can still contact you and see you whenever I can,” he declared.
“I...Okay, fine. But we can't be too romantic to each other. This time off is supposed to make us miss each other during our time apart,” she explained once more as if selling the idea to him.
“I'll agree to two weeks or even a month, but that's all the time I can give you and us,” he finally said.
“Thank you, Michael. I love you,” she said to him to end the call.
“I love you too, Jules...” he wanted to say more but stopped himself.
CHAPTER 6
He was angry, confused and sad. He needed to vent. He wanted to rant. He emerged out of the bedroom with Joana looking worried at him. He was now looking even more messed up than when he got beat up by Carl. He did not look like he took her proposal well. Joana wondered what made Juliana bring it up. She wondered if she saw them kissing earlier today or if she had another man on the side. Although there was a higher possibility that she saw the
m kissing, she wouldn't discount the chance that she might also have a man on the side. No matter how intriguing it was, she would just have to investigate later on. For now, she had to capitalize. Michael walked up to the fridge and brought a couple more cans of beer. She eyed him with curiosity, her expression and her voice sounding playful.
“You know you shouldn't be drinking this much right away. You just got home from the hospital, mister,” she reminded him, but he ignored her as he finished his first can of beer. She sipped her beer in silence as she let him keep on drinking in front of her, not knowing what would happen next.
Michael did not want to be rude to Joana. She was a beautiful woman and a good friend, but he had nothing to say to her at the moment. She continued to drink in front of him and he did not stop her. He needed a drinking companion and since she was already drinking with him earlier, he just let her continue with it. Soon, they were both talking like fools. His alcohol tolerance had not improved through time. He was not much of a drinker, but whenever he was upset, he drank. Most of the time, he drank when he was upset with work but this time, he was upset because of Juliana. If only she hadn't left him in more pain right now then he never would have insisted on drinking.
Unlike Michael, Joana was used to drinking, and judging by how fast he kept on emptying cans, she knew he would be too drunk to remember soon, which will only make it easier to seduce him. After he had finished 6 cans of beer, he had begun slurring. Joana only drank 3 cans and by now, he was already starting to call her Juliana's name, which offended her at first but eventually she got used to it. Joana leaned down to help Michael stand up. He stood and they both walked to his room. She placed him on his bed, careful not to fall on top of him. When she stood up, he looked at her with a wicked smile on his face.
“Since when did you become more beautiful, Juliana?” he breathed, which made her blush.
“Come. Straddle me.” It was a command, not a request, and she was all too willing to oblige.
Joana carefully unzipped her dress from behind and let it pool on the floor. He hissed when he saw her wearing black lace underwear. He wondered why he never noticed her sexiness before. She walked slowly to him. He moved slowly to the middle of the bed to position himself for her. He pulled off his shirt and threw it on the side of the bed. His eyes continued to devour what was laid out in front of him. She crawled on the bed to reach him. When she was already sitting on top of him, she smiled and leaned to him to kiss him. Their kiss went from subtle to hungry. Joana's hands cupped his face as his hands cupped her behind. She moaned in his mouth he gave it a gentle squeeze.
When she threw her head back to moan more, his lips moved to her neck as he slowly planted soft kisses from her neck to the upper portion of her chest. He licked each mound in between kissing and nipping at them while his other hand unclasped her brassiere's lock. As soon as he unclasped it, she shimmied out of it and discarded the flimsy material on the side of the bed. Her nipples were taught as if begging for some contact. Michael saw this and cupped the other before sucking on her right nipple, making her moan some more. His lips had been rough against her skin. If he continued to kiss her violently, he would bruise her, but she no longer cared. He skillfully cupped each of her breasts, making sure to suck and even graze his teeth on her pert nipples. She panted as she undulated for him. His manhood was hard as it tensed under his jeans as if pleading to be loose, but it was too soon. He needed to see her off first before he could have his way with her. His hands moved to the sides of her hips as he tugged on her underwear as if asking her to have it removed. Joana took a hint and removed it of her own accord. When he saw her wet for him, she whimpered as he gazed at her wetness hungrily.
As soon as she was naked in front of him, he growled. He pushed her onto the bed, laid her back on his soft mattress and looked at her from top to bottom like a predator savoring its prey. He unbuttoned his jeans and unzipped his fly before tugging it down his thighs. He let her look at his erection before revealing it fully to her. She licked her lips as she looked at it greedily. This was it. She was going to be successful in her plan. She was going to have all of him somehow. Before he moved closer to her, he opened a pack of condom and rolled it on his manhood.
She wanted to lick his pre-cum earlier but she knew it would have to be done next time. She would make sure of it. Michael had other plans for her tonight. Despite his muscles being sore and his fist and his face bruised, he wanted something more than a missionary position, something they had not yet done before but he wanted to try. He leaned down to give her wetness a lick as he plunged his tongue and two of his fingers inside, making her moan as she held onto his sheets. He raised his head as he looked at her. His two fingers continued to probe her; in and out they went as she mindlessly writhed for him.
“You are so wet for me, Baby,” he said before he started licking and sucking her again while he continued his assault using his fingers.
It wasn't long before she was holding on to his hair as she ground before him. She knew she would be coming soon.
“Michael, I'm...” She came before she even finished her sentence, her orgasm washing over her like a tidal wave. It had been almost a year since she last had sex with anyone and now, she knew she was going to be addicted to it once more. Before she could recover from the shivering, an aftershock of her orgasm, Michael was on his feet again. She realized that he was not a selfish man. That he would see to it that she was taken care of first before she took care of his needs.
“Baby, Bend over for me,” he commanded her.
Despite her somewhat weakened legs, she positioned herself in front of him. She bent for him, her behind raised high for him to see. Michael had never seen her this way and was pleased that she obeyed him without inhibition. This was new to him as Juliana had always been slightly shy about trying new things. He positioned himself behind her. He held her waist to make sure that he would be able to penetrate her with ease. Once he was sure that they were leveled, he held on to his erection and guided it to her wetness. As soon as its tip found her slit, she moaned. He continued to rub it in a circular motion, shallow at first and then deeper, making her held onto the sheets as she continued to whimper for him. Although Michael had wanted to just sink into her core and continue to penetrate her mindlessly, he knew there should always be a method to his madness.
He bent down and reached for her breasts, making sure to cup them well. His rough hands were calloused. As they continued to fondle her breasts and tug at her nipples, she cried out. When he pinched them at the same time, her cry became louder. Joana had always been flexible which probably had been a turn on for many men who had been her sexual partners. She did not know yet what kind of position he was aiming for, but she liked that despite being drunk, he was able to lead her to what he wanted in bed. Soon, he was finding a way to maneuver his erection into her but decided to improvise. She now knew that he was a breast man. Luckily, her breasts were bigger than Juliana's which would make it more pleasurable for him somehow. Beer made Michael hornier than any other alcoholic beverages.
He knew that he would not be sated with just taking Juliana once tonight. They would be sore tomorrow but it would be worth it, he thought. He let go of her breasts and bent her over again. He held on to her waist before plunging inside of her. With one quick push, he was in. Halfway at first, but he knew she was already accustomed to his length, so without warning, he pushed harder the next time and continued to ram her as if his life depended on it. He had been without this for so long, which was his fault but now, he just wanted to make up for the lost time. He needed to have her. He needed to be deep inside of her. Joana did not expect his tenacity in bed.
With every thrust, she moaned his name. With every push, she undulated her hips to follow the rhythm that they shared, their breaths both labored, their hearts pounding hard. She did not expect him to be a beast in the sheets, which made her crazy for him more. Michael watched as her behind jiggled in front of him, and he felt the nee
d to slap it. His slap echoed inside his apartment as it left one of her cheeks pink, shocking her. As soon as he slapped her behind once again, she came hard once again for him.
Joana's body sagged on the bed, but Michael had not yet come. He was still hard and hungry. He bent down to embrace her. He kissed her hair, her neck and then her shoulders before he sat behind her, both his legs were apart as she was in between them. His hard on pressed behind her as if waking her from her dream. She was starting to get exhausted, but she had to give this everything she had. She let Michael position her, her body following his lead, like a marionette and its puppeteer. He positioned her on his lap, her back turned to him. His erection was in front of her wetness and her legs far apart from each other. She was straddling him in reverse this time, and although she had not tried this position yet, she felt adventurous to do so. His palms were hot as they reached out for her breasts once more.
