Page 63 of Inevitable

“Holymotherfuckingshit!” Micah moaned out the rush of expletives as he exploded, thick strings of cum decorating his chest with his pleasure. I looked up and the sight of his head thrown back, his eyes screwed shut, had my balls throbbing and my dick aching for release.

As he fought for equilibrium in the aftermath of his orgasm, I crawled above him and straddled his shoulders. Yanking my stiff length out of my boxers, I spit in my palm and started stroking in fast, hard pumps over his chest. “Goddamn baby, you are so fucking sexy…I love making you come, watching that gorgeous face of yours. Shit, I'm close…” I grunted, my orgasm rapidly approaching.

Micah looked beautifully dazed, smiling sensuously at me before biting his bottom lip. “Come for me, Bash…I want you to give me every single drop. Mark me, baby,” he purred, and his provocative words had my release barreling through me.

My orgasm was liquid fire, spreading through my veins in a rush of euphoria. I shouted Micah's name, my balls draining every ounce I had in me to mix with the remnants of his own climax. I strayed out of time and didn't know how long I'd been out of it, but when I came back down to earth I saw Micah trailing a single finger through our combined mess. He scooped some up and meeting my gaze, he sucked the finger into his mouth, his eyelashes fluttering as he groaned at the taste of us. The filthy gesture had my flaccid cock jolting pathetically, but it gave a solid effort.

I moved backward to straddle his hips, and leaned down to steal his lips in a searing kiss, the salty tang of our mixture making me dizzy and had my heart twisting in my chest. When our frenzied kiss slowed to languid strokes of our tongues, I pulled back and stared into hismesmerizing espresso eyes. “I love you so much, Micah…I don't ever want to be without you again.”

His eyes held so much love and passion that my stomach flipped and churned from the sheer intensity of his gaze. “I love you more than words can say, Bash,” he vowed. I ducked my head to his and brushed my lips across his forehead in a tender kiss. I then rested my forehead against his, breathing in the stimulating scent of sex, sweat, and Micah that had become my personal aphrodisiac.

After a few quiet moments soaking in each other's presence, he leaned back from me and gave me a curious look. “Do you think multiple orgasms would be doctor-approved or frowned upon?” he asked, narrowing his eyes in mock thought. I laughed lightly at his ridiculousness, reclaiming his lips and planning to do something his doctor definitely wouldn't approve of.

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Micah and I both went back to school the following Monday after a highly enjoyable week of hanging out together, finding the perfect balance between friends and boyfriends. It still threw me for a fucking loop to refer to Micah as my boyfriend, but it never failed to put a stupid grin on my face or make my heart flip in my chest cavity. Strangely enough, there was no weird transition period to our new situation or with Micah moving in to my apartment, even part time.

We had discussed it at one point and he felt strongly that he needed to spend some of his time at his own place, mostly for Rhys. Evidently, Rhys had a major incident over Thanksgiving break that badly shook him up. Micah didn't get too many details from him, but we discovered some douchebag from the Lacrosse team had been giving him grief most of the year. He said he could handle it when we offered to intervene, but there was no denying the lost look in his eye.

Either way, Micah was spending a few days a week at his own place, leaving me to twiddle my thumbs and pass the time with schoolwork and other nonsense in a fog of frustration. Clearly I had crossed the line into highly problematic codependency a while ago. Oh well. I'd be damned if that was going to stop me from wanting to be around my boyfriend as much as humanly possible, despite what any shrink might say about it. If they got to play with Micah's perfect ass like I did, I'm fairly certain they'd understand and forgive my attachment issues.

In a confusing blend of relief and dread, I mentally prepared myself to deal with Ainsley on Friday night. She had been quiet all through Thanksgiving, which now made sense considering she was doing the “Mattress McNasty” with that baseball player.Yes, that was Micah's term for it and yes, I have been spending too much time with him. Go judge somewhere else.

It had been a fantastic week of silence from her, but this past week during Micah's recovery, she had kicked up the ante and started making subtle hints that she needed an Ainsley-approved date or else. Her threats used to make me violently angry, but now seeing a giant glowing light at the end of this hellish tunnel had me cautiously optimistic. I decided a while ago I could never go through with leaking her photos, but I'd make damn sure she believed I would. My bluff would work because there were no other options. Ainsley had to go.

I sent her a clipped text that told her I'd meet her at her apartment at 6pm Friday, and she acted like I had planned our fucking wedding. I couldn't wait to get this shit over with.

I told Micah the Cliffnotes version of events where Ainsley was concerned, only telling him that she had been threatening to out us to my dad if I had pissed her off. The string of expletives that came out of his mouth would have made Kevin Hart blush. He had been confused why her threat and my dad's warning about the dean had me so concerned and hesitant to be with him before, and I felt like shit for still keeping him in the dark.

I didn't tell him about the risk to my mom, or that everything hinged on Ainsley taking the bait and keeping her mouth shut about us. I didn't want to place that burden on him. It was mine to bear. Micah loved my mom and would have felt incredibly guilty for any potential harm coming to her, and I couldn't have him feeling that way.

I strolled up to Ainsley's door about ten minutes early on Friday, and waited for her to answer. When she threw open the door and launched herself at me, I was quick to grab her waist and hold her back. She wasnotgetting those poisonous lips near me again, even if Micah wasn't in the picture.

“Babyyy! I missed you so much! Why won't you kiss me?” Ainsley pouted, her hands pawing at my chest.If I cared about her at all, I'd suggest psychological testing because she has almost progressed to full on delusions. Sad, really.

“Ainsley, let's go inside. There's something we need to discuss,” I said firmly, setting her away from me and stepping around her to head into the living room.

When I turned to face her, her pretty features were pulled into a frown and she crossed her arms petulantly over her chest. “What do we need to talk about? I thought we were going out tonight. We're going to miss our reservation,” she whined. I took a deep breath andtook the plunge.

“We're not going anywhere tonight. We're done,” I replied, voice strong and sure. It felt so fucking good to tell her those words that I wanted nothing more than to race out of there and go celebrate with my guy…preferably with his dick in my mouth. Or mine in his, I wasn't picky.

Ainsley's eyes widened comically and she gaped at me for several seconds. Suddenly, she burst out into a fit of giggles and snorted unattractively. “Good one, babe! I was seriously stumped for a second! So can we leave, or do you want dessert first?” she purred in a way that was meant to be tempting, but came across awkward.

I was baffled that she seemed to be stuck in her denial, so I pushed a little harder. “This isn't a joke. I'm breaking up with you. I'm done with this dumbass charade and being chained to you. It's over.”

Her face melted into a look of pure venom, as if she could scald my flesh on command. “What the fuck do you mean it's over? I'm not letting you dump me for some fucking boy toy! I know this is about Micah! You know I will call your dad so goddamn fast that your little whore will be out of UT before he wakes up in the morning!” she hissed at me.

I had been ready for her ire, but her hurled insults about Micah had me burning with rage. “Listen here, you vapid, duplicitous skank. You are done talking about him. You are done threatening him. You aren't going to say one fucking word to my father, or I will sure as shit ruin you,” I snarled at her, ice dripping from my voice. To illustrate my point, I yanked my phone from my pocket and opened it up to the most incriminating photo of her I had. Ainsley spread-eagled and on full display, face and all, was not something I had any interest in seeing again, but I'd suck it up if it got me what I wanted.

When she saw the photo I waved in front of her, the color drained from her face and was replaced by a look of absolute terror. “Where the fuck did you get that?” she squeaked, trying to lunge for my phone before I pulled it out of her reach. Satisfaction thrummed through me at the look of abject horror on her features.

“Fromyourlittle boy toy, Ains,” I retorted. “He sent it all to me. Every photo, every text, every story of the twisted, scandalous things you did to him. One word to my father about any of this, I have it all ready to be spammed out across campus. I will also forward them all to the dean and your parents. Let's see if your precious reputation can afford that,” I sneered, a dark promise in my words.

She was shaking in her four inch heels, and I could see the battle between fury and fear fight across her face. “You wouldn't fuckingdare. I know you, Bastian, you're not that stupid or cruel.”

I fixed her with a malicious smile that I felt down in my core. I poured every ounce of hatred, anger and helplessness I had felt being under her threats into my smile, and it worked. Ainsley looked terrified. “Even if you think I don't have the guts to do it, my friend Nathaniel does. All I have to do is say the word and your dirty secret is out. My hands will be clean, and yours will be full dealing with this shitstorm. Don't be so fucking naive to think you can get out of this.” I said a silent prayer to anyone listening that she would back down, that this would work in my favor.

Blood rushed to her face as she let the defeated anger fuel her words. “UGH! I fucking hate you! You son of a bitch, all you had to do was let Kit have him! Kit should have fucked him at that goddamn party and sealed the deal, but you just couldn't let your precious fucking Micah go!” she shrieked at me.

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