One Hundred and Twenty Four

"I should have told Nick you were cheating on me, maybe you guys would have another fight," I told him, waiting for his reaction. 

"You just wanna fight over anything, don't you?" He walked back to me, calm as ever. Probably thought I was silly because Nick was the biggest cheater of all time, he wouldn't even be able to stand on that."And I can't even blame the two shades at this point. Did April tell you something again?"

"Know what? Let's just go home." I sighed.

"Is it starting to wear off?" He rubbed his palm against his face, I'm sure he was tired of me.

"Oh, so I can't be sensible, huh? I'm stupid now, is that it?"

"I didn't say that," he groaned.

"Well, that's what you're saying?"

"Julie..."

"I'm tired, we shouldn't have gotten back together..." I didn't know when the words left my lips.

"Say that again?" He came much more closer to the bed I sat on.

"We shouldn't have gotten back together," I stood up and murmured again in a low voice. I regretted blurting out something stupid like that, but I wasn't about to back down during our argument.

Standing in front of him now, I saw his adam'Adam'se go up and down as he swallowed. He bit his lower lip hard and then let out a low, deep laugh.

"We didn't get back together, Julie. We never even broke up. You said you wanted us to take a break, and we did, but then, I missed you and I came back to you..." He paused to catch his breath like he just ran a mile and I could just predict how hard and fast his heart was beating at the moment."You fucking say that again and..."

"And what?" I cut him short and ended the very little distance existing between where we stood. I looked up at him, locking my eyes with his, daring him, wanting him for some reason, and curious to know what was at the tip of his tongue; what I had stopped him from saying just now.

His eyes wavered the moment my eyes met his. They became vulnerable, he blinked but didn't look away.

"And I'll fuck the two shades out of you." He leaned in and spoke in my face. I felt my shoulders shudder and my body immediately became sensitive.

I thought I was in control here. I fucking thought I had him. He was taking advantage of my horniness. Fuck him. I want him to, actually. I'd surely still looselosecontrol I thought I had on him if he said that on any other day I di, don't drink the shit I drank.

Fuck. My lips started to tremble with the urgedurgee touched by his. I looked away, breaking our eye lock and wanting to leave before I awakened my horniness more because he was probably just messing with me. He's fucking celibate. Fuck the two shades out of me? Uche?

I turned to return to the bed, but he held me by the waist and brought me back to himself. My heart lost its item and my breathing became irregular. Was I even breathing?

"You don't get to walk away now, Julie." He brought his face to mine."Say it again. I dare you to."

I blinked and swallowed simultaneously. He couldn't be serious. I felt his left arm curve around my waist to replace the right, and then he used his free hand to wrap the nape of my neck, slowly, intentionally.

Since when did the back of my neck become this sensitive?? My knees became with and the urge couldn't be withstood anymore. I wanted to dare him. I wanted to see if he'd really do it.

"Well, if we never broke up, then maybe we should have..." I said what he thought I couldn't and his fingers left the back of my neck, to wrap it from the front.

I exhaled shakily when he grabbed me by the throat, gently but firmly. He was mad at me, I could tell, but was he?

He leaned in again, brought my face closer to his, and, kissed me deeply. I felt warmth between my legs the moment that happened and my eyes seemed to give it away because his free hand left my waist and went in between.

He stopped kissing me and stopped to mock me when he felt the wetness in my underwear."So much for being able to control yourself when you're horny, huh?" His voice was hoarse and husky as hell. He was still holding back, he wasn't playing with my kitty yet.

"Uche..." I breathed out, a plea in my tone.

"What?" He asked like he didn't know what. He had this smirk on. I was really at his mercy, and he knew.

When I didn't answer, he started to caress the outline of my pussy lips through my engorged underwear. I bit my lip and surprised a moan, but I couldn't do that for too long.

"What do you want me to do to you?" He whispered in my ears while caressing me down there.

My brain began to structure words and I just said the first thing that I could."Fuck me." I murmured in reply and felt his middle finger slip into my underwear. Anticipated pleasure made my toes curl because I knew what just one finger of his could do.

"Apologize first," My eyes widened when I heard him. Was he serious? He couldn't be."Say you're sorry..."

"What for?" I asked but how response was slipping his middle finger inside me slowly, making me lose my composure.

"You threatened to break up with me now, no?" His finger was working inside me, I couldn't even comprehend his words properly."Say sorry," he slid his second finger in.

Fuck.

"Uche..."

"Say sorry."

"..." His fingers were faster now while his thumb played with my clit. I wrapped my arms around his neck for stability, fearing my legs wouldn't hold me up at some point.

"Oh fuck," I pressed my cheek against his face when I was about to come, but he had other plans. He suddenly stopped and withdrew his fingers. I wanted in his ears, shocked with disbelief in my eyes.

"Why'd you stop?" I asked, my voice sober like I could cry.

"You didn't apologize," he said in a tone so serious, I couldn't assume he was joking like he usually did.

"You're not serious, are you?"

"I am."

"Uche, you..." I paused, I couldn't even find the words."Fuck you," I have him my middle finger and pushed him away. Turning to go to the bathroom, he didn't let me.

"I plan to," he said, his tone still serious.

"You really want an apology?" I swallowed."Fine, I'm sorry. Is that what you want?"

"No. I want you to mean it." 

"Uche, I..."

"If you aren't really sorry, at least pretend to be?" He begged. I sighed."You fucking make me beg whenever you're mad at me and I really never mind as long as it makes you happy, but you..."

"Sorry," I cut him short, realizing what he meant."Sorry I said that, didn't mean it. I just wanted to make you mad." He pouted and looked up at him.

"Come here," he lifted me a little, giving me a height boost to reach his lips. His hands rounded my ass immediately and he lifted retraining me and had me wrap my legs around his waist.