"Don't hang up." I said
"Blaire, whatever you do. Don't engage. Just get out." Alex warns as he immediately turns back to his apartment. If Miguel bitched at him for letting another anomaly escape, so be it.
I was hoping my mind was playing tricks on me, as I try to think that maybe a cat broke in or honestly I would feel so much better knowing it was a ghost than a physical being stalking in the shadows.
There's been multiple times that Alex has prepared me for a villian emergency (a caveat to dating a superhero) yet I can't seem to move my legs out to the doorway.
Move damn it!
Then I'm hit with a sudden relief when the sound of moans is coming from the ceiling and I realize that it's just his upstairs neighbors having one of their couple's fights that usually turn into sex.
"Oh, it's just your neighbors" I sighed, clutching my wine soaked tang top. Alex stops for a moment, heart racing from fear and now incredibly irritated at me.
"Really? Blaire..." he groaned in that annoyed tone and maybe because I'm already hypersensitive to thinking I was 5 seconds away from being in a horror movie I pick up on it.
"What?" I barked back with the same tone, walking into his bedroom to pull off my wet top and sling it into the hamper. "You make it seem like I did that on purpose,"
I opened one of his top drawers harder than expected and a picture frame tumbles over and he hears it, thinking I'm throwing a tantrum. The sound of his frustration is so apparent from the other end.
"It was an accident" I said quickly
"I wasn't going to say anything" he corrected me "You're doing that thing where you think I'm already gonna yell at you...then you try to beat me to it."
"I'm not."
"Blaire, I've known you since we were kids...you can't lie to me"
It's not that I was lying, it's that I spent 20 years with this guy and I still sometimes feel misunderstood. I know it's not a lot. I know I can be bratty but I just wish he didn't just assume things.
He lets out a sigh when I don't immediately reply, and I know he thinks I have an attitude.
"Look...when you're done with your fit, call me" Alex says before hanging up and I just roll my eyes. I hated when he was like this. But right now I didn't want to think about that so I'm going to take this space as a blessing.
Dropping my phone onto the dresser, I scrummage through his clothes to find something to wear. I unhooked my bra letting it fall to the ground as the cold air hits my skin. I reeked of fermented wine and decided to just shower first and think about something after.
Suddenly I'm knocked out of my thoughts when I'm grabbed from behind. A hand goes over my mouth roughly as I'm dragged into Alex's closet, tumbling back into his hold. Immediately I attempted to fight back, but it was futile when his massive arms latched around my bare chest; keeping both my hands down. Then his legs twist under mine locking me in place.
My heart was racing as the terror washes every color out of me.
He pulls my head back as my eyes peered up to look into those maroon eye, his maroon eyes, and I realized it was...
Miguel?!
"Don't scream." He warned in a calm voice, not having time to explain anything. "And...I'm sorry for this"
At first I didn't understand what he meant until I felt his tongue touch my skin. He licks me all over, going through every inch of me. Making sure to leave a trail for him to rub his saliva all over my body from my nipples, down to my stomach, then my legs, feeling his rough hands massage closer to my inner thigh.
"What...are.." I muffled out and only fall under his spell, feeling my head becoming incredibly light. His lips run up to my ear.
"Stop moaning," he commanded, yet he refused to stop touching me.
"Sssshhhhh..." he whispered into my lobe and even the vibration that resonated from his voice made me weak. "Shhhh, stay quiet."
I began to shiver under his very presence, forgetting I was just wearing a thong and fuzzy socks. My face is burning red as I unknowingly press my back more into his embrace. Slightly wiggling myself more into his harden shaft.
"I'm going to take my hand away," Miguel tells me still in that low tone. "I'll explain everything after but right now I need you to open your mouth."
Slowly he retracts that hand, only by moving it down to cup my chin and tilt me and towards him. He lays his head down on mine and my heart was pounding.
"Open," he ordered "Now."
"What?" I muttered confused "Are you insa..?!" I growled but he just waited until my mouth was wide enough for him to stick his own tongue in it. I could've collapse from this alone. Miguel explores every inch of my mouth, mixing bits of himself in with my own saliva.
Suddenly I find myself going from trying to resist him to opening wider and pushing back against his own lips. Each moment our tongues collided sent jolts of heat through my body like I was hit with a surge of electricity waking up every neurological synapses.
Until I'm reminded that this was still Miguel, Grace's boyfriend. When I come back down from my high, I tried to slap him but he grabs my hand before I ever even reach his face.
Lips slowly come off of my own, as a string of us lingers and he breaks it with his tongue, pulling that little bit back into his mouth. Eyes lower to look at me and i can feel my heart jump. His rough hand still tangled into my own fingers, resting his thumb in the center of my palm.
He doesn't speak, eyes stay fixated on me, while he listens to the surroundings.
"You can hit me after" Miguel replied breaking our gaze and toward the doorway.
"After? After what?" I retorted pressing my brows downwards in a scowl. He doesn't answer me, mainly because Miguel just didn't feel like it. His attention span was split into so many corners, from back at HQ to calling Alex, to tracking villains and dealing with me.
All he does is move my hand to his mouth and licks from my palm, in between my fingers and down my wrist.
"What are you even doing?!" I barked, snatching my hand back and immediately covering my chest as I attempt to wipe my soaked hand.
"Rub it in between yourself" he notes, like this was a regular conversation we were having.
"Excuse me?" I muttered "did you really just ask that?"
"I mean I can spit on that pussy for you too but I thought you'd rather be touching yourself than me" he replied leaning back on the wall and pulling his shirt off.
I can't even concentrate on what he's saying anymore.
"Wh...what?! Are you?! If you think we're about to..."
"God, relax." He grumbled "Do you really think I'm not aware of how weird this is?"
"Clearly not"
His head has never turned so fast as Miguel shifts his entire attention back down at me and the death glare I've earned...Immediately he scoffs.
"I'm gonna pretend, you didn't say that" he says like he was sparing me. He grabs my ankle and drag me back to him not of course before he licks my calves.
Annoyed, I stepped on his now bare chest. Pushing him back onto the wall.
"Ow." He said in the most flattest tone.
"Why do you keep licking me?!" I growled.
"I'm covering your scent..." he answered like that answer was suppose to make everything better.
"What does that even mean"
"It means exactly what it means..." he said knocking my foot off of him before I could even react, he throws his shirt over me. There is a faint smell of his woodsy cologne that lingered over the fabric. "Keep my shirt on."
"Why"
"Because I said so"
"That's not a reason"
He opens his phone to call Alex who doesn't pick up and he just groans.
"Where is your stupid boyfriend?" Miguel asks me.
"He's..." I started not knowing how far Miguel knew about Alex which is ironic because he thought the same about me. "Working"
"Oh" Miguel chuckled to himself "now he's working, now he wants to," before standing up and sifting through Alex's clothes and finding a white tang top, Miguel stretches it a bit before throwing it over his head and pulling his hands through and he sighs.
"So instead of wearing Alex's clothes I have to wear yours?" I say and putting my hands up in air quotes "to hide my scent."
"Don't be too excited." He says turn to look at me "change your panties"
"What..."
"Either change, rub my spit inside or..." He replies turning to look at me "do want to keep going..."
"No." I responded quickly "I don't have anything else to change into"
"Then open your hand"
"You can't be serious..."
"Are you asking this after I've just stuck my tongue in your mouth?" He throws back and when I don't answer, Miguel is forced to explain how his own mutated biology works. "I thought that if I could just lick your skin it was enough but then you got..."
And he groans feeling like this must be what it's like to have the sex talk with a virgin.
"Got what?"
"Can you just open your hand and just stop asking questions" he says trying to change the subject.
"Got what Miguel?"
"¿Por qué es tan testaruda? (Why is she so hardheaded?)" he mumbled under his breath.
"Did you just call me hardheaded?"
And he pauses for a moment to look at me.
"Hablo español sapo feo (I speak Spanish you ugly toad)" I shot back
"Toad? Did you get that from those novellas?" He replied
"Stop trying to change the subject, what do you mean I got what?"
"Mojada" He answered and I can feel my face turn bright red. "Yeah..." He continues when now I understand why he didn't want to just outright say it because it sounds even more vulgar when vocalized "And that type of scent only gets covered in a few ways. So...you can either...rub my scent into you or...let me do it."
This night has gotten so... "I know it's weird."
I glanced up into his those alluring brown eyes again, and can tell he's just as uncomfortable as I was.
"Are you just going to be standing there"
To Miguel he's seen me naked hundreds of times that for him it was almost normal. There was not one part of my body that he hasn't explored...But he's forgotten that to me, this was a first time experience.
And to not already seem like a creepy pervert, he turns around.
"Really..." I say with a hint of an attitude.
"I'm not leaving you alone"
"It's literally a minute"
"Lots of things happen in a few minutes." Miguel said crossing his arms and leaning on the closet door frame. "You're not winning this fight."
"You make it seem like we're gonna have tons of them"
He doesn't reply to that other than to reach for my hand and stick them into his mouth, making sure to drip down enough of himself before turn back around.
"The goal is to dilute your pheromones, not to...get more...you know. You're going to rub myself around then and inside of you."
The way my mouth hung open as he just grins at me, pushing one of his dimples forward.
"I swear this is all for...safety"
"Or you're a pervert."
"You really want me to be? Because I have no problem licking all that wetness up" he presses attempting to make me so uncomfortable that I'll stop talking to him, and it works because I immediately turn away from him and he does the same.
Thank god, he thinks with relief.
"Lyla," he summons as a small little holographic girl appears on his shoulders. "Scan the proximity and set up triggers for me."
"You got it handsome. One world building castle coming right up." She says as a massive yellow light is projected from his watch, each entrance is rimmed and glowing.
"I don't hear anything Blaire..." Miguel throws back at me. "If you want me to do it all you gotta say is por favor papi."
And I scoffed taking my panties off and launching it at his head. Miguel ignores it as he immediately texts Alex to pick up his fucking phone.
I'm sure I was already driving him crazy.
I quickly wiped his saliva in between my folds, trying to hold back any moans as I slipped my fingers inside of me. He never turns, mainly because at this point turning would probably expose how he was throbbing now.
"Dije que te taparas no jugaras contigo mismo...(I said to cover yourself not play with yourself)" he shot back at me.
"I'm not."
"Ok..." He replied sarcastically.
"It's not like...you're making it easier..." I mumbled being that he was just standing there. Yet those words seem to resonate with him, deep to his core and he thinks back to the last time we were together how much I cried.
"When you ready, I'll be waiting in bed for you." He replied giving me space.
"What..."
"I'm sleeping here tonight."
"No."
"It's not up for debate"
"Don't I have a say in any of this?!" I barked
"You can take that up with your boyfriend whenever he comes back" Miguel replied as he began to walk out of the closet, looking at the balcony for any breaches.
"No! Wait!" I say reaching for him as he quickly turns around and grabs my wrist again. Eyes look down at me and for a brief moment I forgot how to breathe. His presence was so powerful and threatening. Yet... magnetizing at the same time.
With the hand that's been inside of me he licks the bits of me off of my fingers. Before re-wetting them and releasing his hold. Miguel shoves both his hands into his sweat pant pockets.
"Try thinking of me if you wanna stop yourself from getting more wet" he replied sarcastically then he turns. "So when you're done," he continued on, stopping just to turn his head ever so lightly.
"Ven a buscar a papi (come find daddy.)"