Chloe's POV

“W-What do you mean?” I asked, my voice already trembling, and the tears I didn’t know I was holding back flowed freely, rolling down my cheeks.

“I’m not interested in you anymore. Don’t call me again,” and with that, the line rang and went silent.

Josh left… Just like that? What happened to all our promises, our intimate moments, our silly arguments?

Had she really left?

Years of devotion had gone down the drain.

My body shook with the sobs that escaped me. I couldn't handle this alone, so I called the only person who could keep me steady in this moment…

The only one who could stop him from hurting me…

Mike.

I needed Mike right now.

I dialed his number. Mike answered with his usual sarcastic greeting.

“What a disaster now?”

I managed to explain to her, in a halting manner, Josh's betrayal and how he had shattered every dream we shared.

For once, silence hung heavy on both sides until Mike finally said softly but resolutely:

—“Forget it for now; let me help you find yourself again.”

His promise ignited a spark within me that refused to die tonight.

I managed to compose myself while I waited for him to arrive. Shortly after, the doorbell rang and I rushed to open it.

I came face to face with a huge bouquet of flowers, a large box of chocolates, and bags hanging from enormous veiny arms.

—“Are we going to do this all night?”, his voice sounded with his usual sarcasm.

I stepped aside and let him into the apartment as I closed the door, and he put everything on the coffee table.

He turned to me and enveloped me in his warm embrace. There I collapsed and drowned in sobs that threatened to consume me completely.

Only when I calmed down a bit did I look up. Mike seemed more like his age tonight.

His beard was trimmed but still shiny; his face still had that same pragmatic expression.

I took a step away from him.

Mike wasn't supposed to be the person I was going to call, it was supposed to be Terra, my best friend, but she was out of town, and Nova was too critical and didn't know much about my relationship with Josh.

Only Mike knew, but that was only because Mike was Josh's older brother.

Despite our age difference, he was down-to-earth and knew how to treat women better than his brother.

But of course, we maintained a platonic relationship, although I couldn't help but wonder how far we could go if we were together.

—“Mike,” I said suddenly.

—“Mm?”, he murmured.

—“Can we do anything to help me forget this…?”, I left the sentence hanging in the air.

—“Do you mean that my brother is an idiot?” he replied.

—“Yes… um. I want to be fucked.”

He raised an eyebrow and took a step back.

—“I want you to fuck me,” I blurted out.

—“No,” he said, shaking his head.

-"Because!?"

—“Look… Chloe, you’re a beautiful girl, don’t get me wrong, but I’m much older than you and my brother, and I respect you, I can’t…”

"Can't you what? Am I not pretty enough?" I yelled back. I could feel my face turning red from how awkward the situation was.

—“N-No…”, he stammered as his fingers pinched the bridge of his nose.

She took a deep breath to steady herself and grabbed my hands.

—“I’m no good for you, and if I touch you, I might…”

—“Could you what?” I asked, taking another step closer.

—“I might never let you go,” he said in a low, restrained voice.

I smiled and let go of her hands.

I grabbed his face roughly, pulling it closer to mine. It felt like only the two of us existed, in our little bubble.

Casting caution to the wind, my lips crashed against his, claiming his mouth as mine.

He remained still under my touch. I took a step back, trying to break the kiss, and then he pulled me back.

His strong arms gripped my waist, holding me in place as the kiss grew hungrier and wilder, and I loved every second of it.

His lips left mine and traveled down to my neck and collarbone. A moan escaped my lips as he nibbled at my sensitive spot.

—“Damn. You’re driving me crazy,” he murmured against my ear.

His hands slid down my waist, firmly gripping my buttocks.

My hand roamed freely over his body until it reached the bulge in his pants. I caressed it with my fingers, never taking my eyes off his.

His hands squeezed my buttocks tighter.

I removed his hands from my rear, freeing myself from his grip, and pulling his hand I led him to the bedroom.

My bed was still a mess, but who the hell cared?

He sat on the bed, his eyes raking hungrily over my body. He looked at me as if I were a meal he'd longed for, and I loved it.

My hands roamed over my body as I took off the first piece of clothing, which was my blouse, and threw it to him.

He smelled her, licking his lips.

My hands quickly unbuttoned my jeans and I did the same with my underwear until I was naked in front of him.

His Adam's apple rose and fell as he beckoned me closer.

I obeyed, practically running into his arms and sitting on his lap. Without wasting a moment, his hand grasped my left breast.

He took it in his mouth, his tongue swirling rapidly as he gently tugged at my nipple with his teeth. A loud moan escaped my lips.

He put his fingers in his mouth, moistened them, and then rolled my other nipple between them, toying with it while his mouth remained on the other, sucking on it as if it was the only thing that mattered, and tonight, it was.

—“Baby”, I gasped.

—“Please, let me touch you,” he growled.

He took his mouth away, but his hands continued playing with my nipples and fondling my breasts without pause.

—“Have you ever done a 69?” he asked while gently biting my ear.

—“No,” I shook my head.

—“Good,” he said.

He gently laid me on the bed and unbuckled his belt, letting his pants fall to the floor.

Then he took off his shirt just as quickly. His hard, veiny 10-inch cock sprang out of his boxers.

I couldn't help but smile.

He was much bigger than Josh.

I guess being dumped tonight wasn't the worst thing after all.

—“Chloe”, he murmured.

My head turned quickly in his direction.

—“Stop staring and sit on my face, baby,” he said with a smirk.

I could feel the heat rising to my cheeks with every step I took towards him.

Mike's hands were so strong and veiny. They had the kind of body hair that assured you beyond a doubt that you were dealing with a man, not a boy.

I genuinely couldn't help but admire them.

When I reached him, I positioned myself over him on the bed, turned around, and gently bent down over his face.

—“I said…”, he left the sentence hanging in the air.

—“Sit down,” he added as his hands lowered me towards his face.

—“Damn,” I shuddered.

His tongue had already begun to play with my clitoris. It swirled around, causing a low pressure to build in my belly.

I took his hard, throbbing cock in my hands and brought it to my mouth.

It tasted like ice cream on a hot summer day; it felt like drinking water after being thirsty.

I mean, the taste of his cock was so erotic. I could feel myself dripping even more.

I pushed my head forward until his cock hit my throat. My eyes burned momentarily as tears coated my eyelashes.

Mike took his mouth away from my pussy and then—

He turned us around effortlessly and gently placed me on my knees.

—“You want to feel what it feels like to be a real man, huh?” he asked, his lower lip caught between his teeth.

I nodded.

—“Good girl. Open up for me,” he growled as his fingers lightly tapped my cheek.

I opened my mouth wide as he guided his thick cock inside my mouth until it hit the back of my throat again.

My reflexes kicked in and I tried to back away. Mike's hand stayed at the back of my head, holding me still.

His eyes met mine and then a strange feeling of calm washed over me.

He began to thrust slowly, each thrust penetrating more layers of my throat and my reflex going deeper each time.

I fully accepted it, my nipples hardening painfully from how good it felt to have him fucking my throat.

—“I’m going to cum,” he growled as his grip on my hair grew tighter.

I took a hand to his balls, rolling them between my hands and squeezing them lightly.

He could feel his cock twitch desperately before he went still.

His lower lip trembled as he shot loads of his hot semen down my throat and into my stomach.

He pulled out his thick cock and his fingers brushed against my chin as he looked at me with adoration.

“Mike?” I murmured, looking down.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, frowning.

“I want to try something new,” I whispered as I caught my lip between my teeth, gathering my thoughts.

“What…?” he asked.

“BDSM, I want you to dominate me,” I said in a low voice.