My Darkest Love

Chapter 47

I waited till we got back to Miles's house before texting Micah. I tossed my shoes near the closet after walking inside. Miles's mother was sitting in the living room watching her daily cooking shows. She waved at us, not really considered for our wet clothes. She was too focused on how to cook a honey glazed turkey. She clapped at the excitement of it coming from the silver oven on the screen. I smiled at her as I walked past to grab an apple and a bottle of water from their kitchen. Miles snagged a bag of Doritos and a coke or two. He normally wasn't allowed to drink soda because his mother was strict about it. He shushed me as we snuck into his father's gaming room. Yes, Miles was considered a rich kid at school. His family had their own movie theater and in home arcade. Miles set his snacks down and placed in the quarters from the bucket into the ice hockey table. We played a few games as I waited for a text from Micah. Soon enough the time went by fast and still nothing. I tapped out and pulled my phone out to realize I never sent the message. "I'm going to call Micah. I need to man up and do it." 
 

Miles chuckled to himself as he watched me struggle to even punch in the correct numbers. He smiled in such a sarcastic way that made my stomach twist in a knot almost. "I'm gonna do it. I'm just nervous. What if he says no or worse...." 

"What's worse than no? A slap across the face?" Miles responded. I grumbled to myself as I finally pressed the numbers in and heard the tone ring out. I gave it a few seconds before the other end was picked up and a faint hello rang out. I gripped my phone tightly and spoke. "Hey. Um..do you possibly want to meet up?"

"Sure, where at?"

"Well, it's just me and Miles at the moment at his place. Wanna come over here and hang out?"

A soft chuckle entered the phone and Micah agreed. I gave him the address and hung up. Miles stared at me up and down before speaking. "Come hang out? What are we? Five? Dude, you should've told him to come chill and pay video games like the cool kids."

I shoved him aside and walked to the front room where his mother was. She had finished her show and decided to work on knitting. I sat down on the couch and observed outside for Micah's vehicle. After about thirty minutes he arrived and parked just outside the house next to Mile's mother's car. My body started to shake from the massive number of nerves that run up and down my body. Miles had already opened the door and greeted Micah. I stood behind him as if I hadn't met him before. Why was I acting so shy for?

"Hey Luca." Micah brushed past Miles and extended a hand out to me. I smiled and shook him hand briefly. We made our way back to the game room; Miles pulled me aside. "Dude, I'm gonna go to the bathroom. Bad stomach you know. Go talk to him." Miles whispered to me, and it caught me off guard. I panicked and tried to get him to stay but he smiled evilly at me and left me alone with Micah. 

"Luca? You okay?" Micah advanced forward and grabbed ahold of my arm. He tilted his head as I tried to mumble the right words, but nothing was coming out of my mouth correctly. "Luca?"

"Yeah..I'm fine..I just..I...I.." My words were cut short when Micah pressed our bodies together and his head leaned against mine. I took a deep breath and stared back into Micah's eyes. He had the prettiest set of eyes I had ever seen. I wanted to speak but for some reason nothing wanted to come out right. Instead, I let our bodies do the talking. He placed his hand on my hip and gave me a comforting grin. "You had a panic attack. You feeling alright now?"

I nodded and grinned back at him. He made me feel safe. I chewed at my bottom lip which caught his attention. "You know, you make it hard to stay mad at you. Especially looking like this."

"I'm so sorry Micah...I fucked up and I wish I could reverse it." 

"I know Luca. You didn't call me to hang out did you?"

I shook my head but deep down I did, in a way that is. I tugged at my own shirt in embarrassment. "I wanted to fix us. That is, if it can be fixed."

Micah was captivated in my words. He leaned against the wall and crossed his arms in front of his chest. "Maybe. How do you plan on fixing it?"

I contemplated for a second and screw it. I paraded up to him and kissed him with a passion. Our lips meshed perfectly together like two pieces of the same puzzle. Micah didn't fight it, instead he gripped my shirt from the collar and deepened the kiss. Our tongues gliding against each other. Enough to cause me to lose my breath for a second. I pulled away and a soft whine let Micah's mouth. I stumbled backwards and Micah caught me before I tripped. "Thank you."

"You're welcome. Now I think you owe me." Micah growled almost into the sentence. Like a hungry lion that found the perfect piece of meat. I was that meat. A delicious slab of meat. 

Micah shoved me against the door and his free hand locked the door, but I wasn't paying much attention to the lock. My eyes couldn't leave the intense sensation of being eye fucked by Micah.

I managed to keep my cool until his hand slivered up my waist causing my body to shake slightly. He kept going until his fingers caressed my hard nipples. His hot breath that hit my neck causing me to shiver under him. He knew how to tease me the right ways and I made my heart race. "Micah.." I breathed. He shushed me and kisses lightly on my neck. I bit my bottom lip, and he squeezed my chest just enough to cause me to stop. "Don't damage my property."

I gulped. He continued to kiss me until I felt his lips suck on my sensitive skin. "Please..."

"Please what? Use your words."

I felt sweat form in my palms, nothing could make him feel weak but Micah. "Touch me.."

"I can't darling." 

Micah pinched my now swollen aching nipples again and then slowly made him way downward until he stopped at the hem of my jeans. He pulled back just enough to see my reddened face. "Just how I like you."

"Like what.." I was out of breath, and it wasn't from running a marathon. It was the rush of pleasure that made my body scream with every fiber of it's being. 

"Like you belong to only me." Micah unlocked the door and in stumbled Miles who was one hundred percent eavesdropping. Miles coughed in annoyance as he fixed himself and got between us. For that mere moment, nothing mattered than to be with Micah alone again. I hid my obvious boner with my hands and managed to sit down at the bar. Miles watched along with a smirking Micah. Miles clapped him hands and pulled Micah over to the bar too and poured each of us a glass of whiskey. 

"Miles? We shouldn't drink your dad's alcohol."

"Oh come on, it will be fun. Plus, my dad is away for a work trip for three weeks. He won't need it." 

Micah took the glass cup and clinked it with Miles before they both downed their drinks. I stared at the glass for a moment before doing the same.