Mr. Heartbreaker: Black Mountain Academy

“I’m not going anywhere, Mike. I’m right here with you. You aren’t alone.”

“My Angel… You’re trying to make me feel better and you don’t even know why,” he says like he thinks I’m a puzzle and he just can’t solve me.

“I don’t need to know why.”

“You’re too good for me,” he laughs bitterly.

“Look around you, baby. Do you see this apartment? Not to mention the job I just came home from. I’m not exactly girlfriend material.”

“Bullshit. I’ve lived with money my whole life and you’re more genuine and caring than any of them.”

I smile, because his words mean more than I could tell him.

“What can I do for you, Mike?” I ask him.

He laughs again, but there’s no humor in it.

“You can’t fix this, Angel. I get you want to, but nothing you can do will change any of this.”

I study him for a minute and then stand up. His gaze follows me, but the hopelessness in them is all I see. I take off my sweater and let it fall to the ground. Mike’s face doesn’t change. I kick off my shoes and still he’s quiet. I undo my pants and slide them over my hips along with my panties. I can feel my body heat, partly from embarrassment, but also because I know what I’m doing, and I think it’s as much for me as it is Mike.

Finally, there’s a spark back in his gaze. His eyes settle on me and he licks his bottom lip.

“What are you up to, Angel?” he asks. He follows my every move. Our eyes only break contact while I take my shirt and bra off.

“If I can’t fix whatever is going on, I figure I’ll distract you,” I tell him honestly. “Have you got any arguments?” I ask, stepping in closer to him.

“A pity fuck for getting the shit kicked out of me? I’ll take it,” he smirks.

“Trust me, Mike, pity is the furthest thing in the world from my mind. That’s not what I feel when I look at you at all.

He stares at me for a few minutes and I let him. Then he lifts up and pulls his gym shorts off, kicking them to the side. His cock is already hard, his large dick bobbing out towards me.

“Show me what you got, Angel,” he says, taking his cock in his hand and stroking himself while watching me.

Nervous butterflies take flight in my stomach because I’ve never done anything like this before, but I know I’ll be okay. This is Mike and I don’t know when it happened, but I know in my heart that I’m safe with him.

Completely safe.31MikeI’m not drunk. I’ve had two beers. My head is a fucking mess, though, and I know that Violet deserves better when we come together for the first time. I’ve never been a great guy though. I’m trying to do better for Violet, but I don’t know a man alive that could turn down what she’s offering tonight.

I sure as hell can’t.

Still, I clear my throat and say the one thing that I can.

“You need to be sure about this, Violet.”

She smiles, and although I can see the nervousness on her features, there’s also a desire and a hunger that calls to me.

“I’m definitely sure, Mikey,” she says with a grin. Her hand wraps around my cock and I move mine to just watch what she does next.

She strokes me a couple of times, precum sliding out along the head of my cock. My breath stalls in my chest as she bends down to lick it. I watch as she takes it into her mouth, my heartbeat running away with me. She’s not even trying to be sexy—she just is.

Then she slides down on my cock, her lips wrapped tight around it, her tongue torturing me in all good ways. I reach out to pull her hair out of my way, not wanting to miss anything about her loving me.

Loving me.

She takes most of my cock into her mouth, filling her, and when she hums the vibration causes so much pleasure my fucking eyes almost roll back into my head.

“Angel,” I moan.

“Does that feel like pity, Mike?” she asks, once she releases my cock from her beautiful lips.

“What do you feel for me, Violet?” I ask.

Violet’s looking down at my cock, stroking me slowly. I don’t think she’s going to answer me. She lets go of me, and then I’m afraid I’ve ruined the moment. That’s when she climbs in the recliner and straddles me. Our bodies are pressed together, but I’m not inside of her. She’s dripping wet, because that wetness envelopes my shaft as I slide against the lips of her pussy.

“I’m not sure how to answer that, Mike,” she whispers, rocking against me, whimpering with pleasure, the sound beautiful even if it is under her breath.