Love Me Harder (Book 2 of The Roommate)

Chapter 5

Playing fire with fire

Michael’s POV:

I arrived late in the house than I had expected. I have been so worried sick and so f*****g bothered when I was back in Clayton, to have my meeting with Elbert. Since, we couldn’t meet here in  Pullman. It’s too risky. But, I do wonder. What does the asshole thinks right now that he knows that I’m the one who wanted him dead. His own son, whom he abandoned and wanted to abort. Does he think that he deserves this? Because, he definitely does. My hectic schedule didn’t stop my mind filled with Elena’s face and voice. The most f****d of it, I couldn’t think straight no matter how f*****g hard I tried. f**k, I need a release to relax my f*****g mind. I need someone to f**k. To bury this c**k of mine to someone’s p***y to make me forget just for a little while. I did the best decision and I knew I had to make it. I will not have it involved in my life. With my f****d up life. Her past was f****d up enough, and she never had the chance of being genuinely happy. I know I can’t give her the happiness that she deserves and needs. I dialled the number of the person I didn’t expect that I would call again. I didn’t have to wait for another ring because she answers it immediately.

“Well, well, well. Speaking of the devil.” She exclaimed. Her voice was husky and high pitch. Too excited to talk to me.

“Are you talking about me to your friends again about how good I make you scream as I f****d you?” I said, my voice was certain and confident. No trace of doubt in it. Jessica is the most predictable person I have ever met. I remember the first time we met, it was at a party in the haunted mansion which Daniel throw himself. Right after I talked to Elena that night, after she just rolled her eyes at me out of annoyance and pissed off, she walked away without even saying anything and all I did was being honest. She didn’t like the truth, nobody does anyway. Jessica leans against the stool bar, smirking at me. She was barely covering her body. A small corset bra and net long sleeve on top of it. Her short pants can’t barely called short pants. They were more like a f*****g underwear. She wants to be exposed. After she asked for a cup of whisky, the next thing I knew I was f*****g her at the back seat of my Hammer. She was so good at sucking my d**k with her full mouth. Elena has  more fuller lips, I wonder how does it feels like around mine. f**k. I really need to stop thinking about her. I haven’t f**k her and yet she f****d my brain so good that I could barely forget about her. Everything reminds me of her. Even the smell of the beach and winds of the tree reminds me of her. She has conquered everything that surrounds me. I huff in defeat.

Jessica let out a small through the phone that sounds like a moan. It was a desperate sound though, trying too hard. It’s good to know that she can give me what exactly I want from her. “Ohh. I cannot argue with that,” she says.

“I’m here in my apartment, and I’ll be alone in 10 minutes. Suits yourself,” she says, and hangs up the phone. Trying to play hard to get with me. She likes being chased, but most of the damn time she’s the one who keeps chasing me like a f*****g b***h she is.

I arrived in front of her apartment in 10 minutes. Her Toyota fortuner is parked as well emphasizing that she’s inside her house alone. Just like what she told me. I’m wearing my usual black shirt, and my dark jeans with a pair of my boots. I tied my hair in a bun. It seems that I really need a new haircut. It has been a while since I cut my hair short. I didn’t bother knocking against her door, I pushed open the door and as I expected she welcomes me laying naked on her couch. The butterfly inked on her back was as splendid as her ass. She arches it a bit further. I smirked. Typical Jessica.

“What took you so long?” she complains. Her lips were painted by a lip gloss. Her blonde hair was just lying free on her back. “You know I hate it when someone is making me wait for too long.” she pouts. Her lips gleams.

“I don’t care.” I shrugged. “I don’t f*****g care if you’re offended that I made you wait. I don’t f*****g care about your feelings. I’m just here to f**k you. Just like the old times.” I said. I c**k my head to one side. She closes her eyes, and swallowed the vile in her throat. She’s hurt. Guess what? I don’t care. But, I’ve known her far too long enough that I know that she wouldn’t turned down being f**k by me. No matter how offended or hurt she is. She can’t resist me. She can’t resist my d**k. Just like every f*****g girl I f****d before. 

Without waiting for her response, I walked towards where she is. She is still laying flat on her stomach while her ass was arched up. I stand in front of her, and she changes position. Sitting in front of me. She knows exactly what to do as she opens the zipper of my jeans without asking for permission from me. My d**k was already when she took it out. She smiled. Pleased. She thought my d**k was hard because of her. It’s because of Elena’s f*****g mouth. The picture of her while sucking the life out of me wouldn’t stop bugging me. She pumped my c**k. Stroking it slowly as she looks at me. I nod. She put the tip of it inside her mouth, licking it, teasing me. My breath hitches. She’s really good at this thing.

The world suddenly blurs, and when I look back at her. Elena replaced her. She is naked. Her breasts are freed from the torment of her bra. She sucks me slowly and pumps it at the same. Her mouth and lips moves in a match rthym and steps. “Do you like it when I suck you like this?” she asks. f**k. Elena is f*****g uttering some filthy words in her innocent mouth.

“I knew you like it,” she says, and giggles.

“f**k, Elena.” I moaned. My head fall back in pleasure. My voice was deep and husky. She suddenly stops sucking and pumping. I turned to look back at her, annoyed. Only found it was Jessica who was doing it and not Elena.

“Elena?” She repeats, and her voice was hurt and offended. “So, it was true. You are banging your best friend’s bitch.” she scoffs.

Something inside of me ignited. My vision suddenly become blur and dark. “She is no one’s bitch.” I said firmly. Jessica’s eyes widens in surprise.

She laughed. It was a deep laughed that could f*****g annoy anyone that could hear her. “I knew you have a thing for that woman.” she says. She shakes her head. Her ego has been stepped on by me, and she does not like it.

“I do not.” I denied. I really can’t f*****g afford to have anyone destroy the reputation I have build for myself. 

“Sure you do,” she says, “Prove me then.”

As much as I am not obligated to anyone to prove anything. But, I also remind myself why I am here at her f*****g apartment for f**k sakes. “Sure.” I mumbled, and I pushed her hard back on the couch. Her ass arches, and it was my hint to f**k her already. I wasn’t even surprised to find out that she was already wet, and I didn’t have to spit on her. I thrust inside so hard that she yelped in pain and pleasure at the same time. 

“Oh. God,” She whimpers. I hit her again, and the noise of the impact of my palm against her butt cheek made an outrageous noise.

“You like being hit, don’t you?” I said. She’s panting so hard, as if she’s running out of breath. She begs for me to go faster, and I obliged.  She keeps begging, so I have to thrust harder to feel her.

Her legs started to shake, and her moans louder. I gripped her waist as I thrust further. Deeper and harder. Her stomach tightens, and she screams as she c*m undone. She sighs.

To my frustration, her p***y can’t even make me forget Elena. Her f*****g face keeps showing up like a f*****g ghost who couldn’t rest in peace. My d**k started to lose energy as it softens so fast. f**k.