“Mi, I’m sorry.” I said expecting what I knew was coming.
“Shut up Alex. Just… shut up” He fumed taking a slice of pizza and proceeding to eat it silently.
“Don’t be an idiot, you know I love you.” I whispered flashing him a broad smile. I couldn’t stand seeing him all insecure and angry because of me.
“You just…Stop that” He sighed putting the pizza down for good. “You are such a flirtatious little bitch and you know it. You aren’t half as innocent as you appear Al, I know you. You get kicks out of seeing people around you go uneasy in your presence; cheeks blushing, palms sweating, legs weakening. You are fully aware of what your smirks, longs stares and deep voice do to birds and lads alike. Perpetually seducing absolutely everyone around you, don’t you dare act all fazed when they throw themselves at you, Turner.” Miles groaned leaving the table and fleeing to the bedroom. He slammed the door shut and the sound echoed loud inside the apartment.
Shit
All of a sudden, I felt no longer hungry. Actually, I think I was on the verge of puking. Miles was somewhat right: I do enjoy teasing people and watching their reactions, how clumsy and awkward they instantly become, but I leave it at that. I don’t actively seduce them, I’m just a bit playful, I guess. This last episode is just plain ridiculous: I’ve just finished being interviewed by this chick that left with the camera crew quite quickly. She forgot her jacket. I walked around the backstage area and when I did find her just said ‘You’ve forgot your jacket, love’. Well, maybe my voice came out slightly deep and a smile might have escaped my mouth?... Anyway, it was no invitation to make out. I pushed her away in a second. It was nothing.
Yet Miles saw it, that damned split second his eyes were exclusively fixed on me and that was enough. Enough for him to be consumed by that bitter rage that only jealousy can thrive on.
I headed to our bedroom then, resolute to put an end to this as soon as possible. Knocking at the door, I hesitantly turned the handle- only to find that it was locked. Typical pissed Miles.
“Please let me in Mi. I wanna tell you what happened. It’s all utter nonsense, getting mad over this. I’ll watch my words from now on, I promise you babe. It meant nothing, God…” I couldn’t finish the sentence, though, ‘cause a groping hand roughly took hold of my shirt and pulled me in rather violently.
“Shut up I said!” Miles shouted looking straight at my eyes while he shook me up. He seemed rather conflicted, like he didn’t know whether to punch me or kiss me.
Or both.
I stayed put for once and after a minute or so of heavy breathing and long staring I felt him place his strong hands on my shoulders, gently pushing them down. Naturally, I complied and fell to my knees, looking at him eagerly.
“So?” I questioned in a sultry voice. Next, I licked my lips and opened my mouth a bit as I directed my gaze to the bulge that was forming on his jeans.
This is what I call seducing, you twat.
“Al, Al, lovely Al… what am I going to do with you?” Miles sang as he ran his fingers through my hair. Then, tugging it, forcing me to look at him again, he added: I adore your flirtatious self, okay? I don’t want you changing your personality for me. I just…You are mine and I definitely have no plan of sharing you. Not for a night, an hour, a minute or a bloody second, got it? If it hadn’t been a girl…”
“No need Mi, you’re the apple of my eyes. How can you possibly not see it?” I asked hoarsely as I lowered my head once more and started to unbutton his jeans. Met with no resistance at all, I rapidly got him naked from the waist down and began to take his semi-hard length in my mouth, slowly. At first, I just twirled my tongue around his tip knowing full-well the effect it had on him.
