I look at him with shock.
“Does everyone know?”
“You’ve made it pretty obvious with all those lunches,” Sean says with a grin. “But hey, she was making you happy. With all the crap going on in your life, I figure you deserve a little happiness. That, and I bumped into her on her way back. She looked devastated. I put two and two together.”
I heave a sigh.
“I think I put my foot in my mouth,” I start to say.
“As usual,” Sean says. “You going to go and beg for forgiveness then? Cause this can wait until tomorrow.”
I stand up, grab my jacket and shrug it on.
“Thanks man,” I say. “I owe you one.”
I’m at Mikayla’s kitchen in no time. Pushing open the door, I’m relieved to see that there’s nobody else around. She looks up and tries to smile, but it falters. She’s pulled her hair out of her usual ponytail, and it cascades around her shoulders. She looks so feminine and sexy that I want to just kiss her and take off her clothes and skip the talking altogether. But I had a feeling that sex was not on the forefront of Mikayla’s mind right now.
“I came to apologize,” I start off. “The things that I said to you- it was uncalled for. Looking back on the conversation, I can see how you would think I was blaming you-”
“Wait,” she says, holding up a slim hand. “About that. The things you said were true. All of it. I should be the one apologizing. I took it all out on you because I couldn’t stand to think that you thought worse of me. I couldn’t stand to think that because I was stupid. I did miss the clues that led me to that situation. And I still beat myself up for it. I’m sorry too.”
I look into those ever changing colored eyes and close the gap between us. I want us to feel connected together, physically as much as we are emotionally at this moment. My arms circle her waist, pulling her against me. I kiss her, deep and long and rough. I’m hungry for the taste of her. Mikayla responds so sweetly, her mouth opening, her tongue ready to receive mine. I am not going to let her go, not anymore. My cock surges with blood, hardening and pushing against her taut stomach. I can hear her mews and gasps as I push apart her legs, driving myself against her. I want to fuck her brains out. I want to feel her pussy enveloping my shaft as I take her fast and hard.
“Logan,” she breathes, her voice filled with longing. It’s enough to send another wave of lust straight to my cock.
My hands run along her body, unbuttoning her chef’s coat and pushing it off of her. She’s wearing only a thin cotton tank top underneath, and I can feel every inch of her body as it swells beneath my touch. My thumbs rub against her pert nipples, drawing them to hard nubs. Her breasts fit perfectly into my cupped hands, and I tease the sensitive flesh for a moment before taking it into my mouth. I suck hard, eliciting a long moan of pleasure. Knowing I can turn her on so easily, so quickly makes my cock throb. I want to unzip my pants, but right now it’s all about Mikayla and making her feel good. I push her breasts up over the tank top, drawing one, then the other nipple into my mouth, alternating between licks and nibbles that sends her arching her back towards me.
I can feel her fingers dance across my skin, driving me crazy with their feather light touch as she removes me of my clothes too. My cock nestles right up against her leggings, and wet heat radiates from her pussy. Even though I could play with her breasts forever, Mikayla reminds me there’s more to do with a gentle grinding of her hips and I am happy to oblige. I pull her leggings down, my fingers running up her slick folds. Achingly wet and ready- exactly how I want her to be. The fabric of her panties is soaked, and I push it aside and plunge two fingers into her tight depths. I can feel her fingernails dig into my back in surprise, and then a gasp as I drag the pads of my fingers against her g-spot.
“You look absolutely beautiful Mikayla,” I murmur. “I could watch you like this forever.”
“Please,” she begs.
I know exactly what she’s asking for, but I won’t give it, not yet. I’m going to make this last, draw it out so that the only thing she can say is my name as she peaks to pleasure. I lift her up, depositing her onto the counter, exposed and beautiful. Parting her mouth, I drop down, and put my mouth right up against her pussy. It smells earthy and sexy and distinctively Mikayla, and I delve deep into her folds, exploring every last inch of her. I use my fingers to part her lips, drawing out the sweet liquid between her legs before circling and licking her clit. I can feel her legs quivering with pleasure, her fingers raking my hair as she sighs and moans with delight. I work faster, my fingers sliding in and out of her pussy, trying to keep up as her body strains and tenses and coils, until finally she comes, her pussy muscles contracting against me, her breath coming in quick short gasps as her orgasm explodes from deep inside of her.