I Didn't Belong to You 3: It Didn't Matter To Me

LAUREN

It felt good to have seen the girls tonight. But I still couldn’t believe I had told Kristen the truth about Michael and me.

When Juliet told me that we could talk about my sex life when I had a man in my life, I had wanted to slap myself for having gotten into this mess.

Once she learned the truth, she would never speak to me again. She had always been protective of her little brother, ever since I could remember.

As I walked up to my front door, I saw a figure sitting outside.

Who can it be at this hour—oh.

What is he doing here?

I hadn’t heard from him in over a month, and here he was, waiting for me.

“Michael, what are you doing here?” I asked, trying to sound annoyed. From the way he smirked at me, I knew I had failed miserably.

“Oh, come on, Rain. Aren’t you happy to see me?” He took a few steps toward me.

I stepped away from him. I knew what he wanted and why he was here, waiting for me. The problem was, I wanted him just as much. But I couldn’t go there. I couldn’t make the same mistake twice.

“No, Michael, I’m not happy to see you,” I lied.

With a speed I didn’t know he possessed, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me to him. “Stop lying to yourself. I know you want me.”

He pinned me against the wall, and before I had the chance to do anything, he kissed me with such hunger that, unable to resist him anymore, I responded to his advance.

That stupid, smug smile appeared on his face again. “I knew you wanted me.”

“Shut up!” I yanked the collar of his coat and pulled him closer to me, kissing him again.

I knew I shouldn’t, but damn, I couldn’t resist him.

Just for tonight, I’ll put all my doubts aside and let my desire speak for itself.

Looking at me with that smile of his, he made me want to kiss him and slap him at the same time.

He stroked the side of my jaw with his thumb. “So tell me, Rain, are you inviting me in, or are we doing it here in the hallway?”

I shoved him away. “Ugh! I can’t with you.” Grabbing my keys, I unlocked the door and made to step inside.

But before I could, Michael took my hand in his. “I’m sorry if I offended you.” He kissed me on the lips before tracing a path down to my neck. “I can’t help myself. I want you so much that it devours me from the inside.”

He sucked at the base of my neck. My legs trembled, and I grabbed his shoulders to steady myself.

What is he doing to me?

I didn’t know if he was serious or if he was saying the right words just to get into my pants. Whichever it was, I didn’t care. I wanted him. Now!

“Michael, just take me.”

He licked his lips. “Your wish is my command.”

He grabbed the hem of my dress and lifted it up, slowly pulling it off my body. Soon, I stood in front of him clad only in my underwear.

His eyes roved over my body with such hunger that I shivered in anticipation of what would come next.

I watched his hand make its way to my waist, and all of a sudden, I felt nervous. I backed away from him.

“We already played that game in the hallway, Rain,” he said.

We danced like this until my back hit the kitchen table. I was trapped between him and the table.

Wrapping his hands over the back of my thighs, he helped me onto the table.

“For crying out loud, fuck me already, Michael!” I said impatiently when he licked his lips again.

He chuckled at my words. “Someone is eager around here.”

I was about to tell him what I thought of his comment, but before I could say anything, he tore my panties off.

“Michael!” I looked at my panties—or what was left of them—as he tossed them on the floor.

“Don’t worry, love. I’ll buy you more.” With that, he opened my legs wider and started to feast on my core.

I gripped the edge of the table, shuddering and letting a whimper escape my lips.

“Fuck, Rain, you’re soaking wet. Tell me, would you like my finger in you?” Michael grunted.

And then, without giving me the chance to answer his question, he penetrated me with one finger.

“AH!” I screamed as he added a second finger. He knew how to drive me crazy.

Clamping one hand over my mouth to muffle the noises that came out of me, I grabbed his hair with the other, bucking toward him.

Michael’s hand slid under my bra to play with my erect nipples. I arched my back as his fingers slid deeper inside me. I couldn’t stay silent. Removing my hand from my mouth, I let out a moan.

He smirked, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “I think you’re ready for me.”

He flipped me around so I was bent over the table, lying on my stomach. Before I could even process what was going on, he quickly rolled on a condom and shoved his shaft deep inside me.

“Yes! Michael, yes!” I screamed.

In this position, I could feel him so much deeper in me. I couldn’t help but moan every time he thrust inside me.

He grabbed the base of my neck and pulled me to him so that my back was pressed against his front. I turned my head to the side so he could kiss me on the lips.

“Fuck, Rain. You’re so beautiful,” he grunted.

He made me bend over the table again and slammed his hips into mine. Our bodies slapping against each other was the only sound we could hear in the room apart from the noises I was making.

I bit my lip. “Michael, I’m about to cum.”

“Don’t hold back, Rain. Cum for me,” he whispered in my ear.

He kissed the base of my neck before biting into it, sucking bruises into my skin. That was all it took for me to cum, dripping all over his manhood.

From the way he tightened his hold on my hips, I could tell he was close to finishing. He accelerated his thrusts, his groans growing louder.

He came inside me, and his movements slowed as he bent down to leave a kiss on my shoulders.

My knees were shaking, and I had trouble standing on my own two feet. Without a word, Michael picked me up in his arms, bridal style, and brought us to the bathroom.

He started the shower and helped me get in before taking off his clothes and joining me. With tender motions, he helped me wash myself.

I knew it was wrong and that it would be best for him to leave, but I didn’t listen to reason. I returned the gesture, and once I was done washing his shaft, he took me against the wall.

When the water turned cold, we decided to move to my bed.

Afterward, as I felt my eyes getting heavy, Michael wrapped his muscular arm around my waist and brought me closer to him. I promised it would only be for a minute, and then it would be time for him to leave.

***

The next thing I heard was someone ringing the doorbell.

I jumped up, fully awake now. Crossing the room to the window, I opened the curtains. The sun was already up. I turned around to look at my bed and found Michael in it—still asleep.

What? Did he spend the night?

That’s right—we had fallen asleep. This wasn’t good.

I was about to wake him up when the doorbell rang again.

Pulling on the first piece of clothing I saw—my bathrobe—I looked at Michael one last time and swore to myself it would be the last time he slept here.

Walking up to the front door, I pulled it open, only to have my jaw drop to the floor.

Juliet stood there with a cup of coffee in her hand.

I’m in deep shit right now. Juliet was in my doorway while her little brother was asleep in my bed.

Once again, I wanted to slap myself for having gotten into this mess.