Living Longer//Michael Clifford no. 2

Chapter 3/4

Chapter 3

Michael's POV

I could tell this was going to end up with us... you know... in bed, and so could she.
She wrapped the hoodie around her tightly to hide the love bites I had given her.
We walked out of the room and all eyes were on us.
The girls were back and even they were starring.
"Uh, we're going out," I said awkwardly.
Everyone got the memo and Luke coughed awkwardly.
"Sure," he said.
"Just make sure you use protection! We don't want Mia knocked up, now do we?" Ashton smirked.
Mia blushed and I pulled her towards the door.
"Bye!" I said, trying to get out.
Just as I walk out I hear,
"Have fun you two!" from Liz's mouth.
Fuck.
As we got settled into the
car and drove away from the motel, I sighed in relief and so did Mia.
"That was embarrassing," the girl sighed.
"Yeah," I agreed.
I drove to the nearest motel and checked in under Mr. and Mrs. Clifford.
"Why did you do that for?" Mia asked as we walked into the honeymoon suite. "I'm not even wearing a ring!"
"I wanted him to give us the honeymoon suite?" I said.
"Why?"
"Thought it would be nice."
"Oh, okay."
I laugh as I lock the door and walk over to the heart shaped bed. I sit down on it and see Mia take off her jumper.
Shit.
She had about four hickey's.
"So that's why you wore that."
"Yeah, no duh," she said sarcastically. "and it's your fault to."
I laughed at this and I get up and walk towards her.
I turn her around and lead her to the bed.
(People might say that I'm a 'bit young' to write this stuff, but I've had the 'talk' and what do you think I'm learning about in school? So if you have a problem... talk to the hand 'cause I ain't listening! Also, I'm basing this off of what I've read and learnt so I'm sorry if its shit.)

Chapter 4

Mia's POV

He grabbed my hand and led me to the bed.
I laid down and Michael hovered over me.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" he asked.
"We didn't get a honeymoon suite for nothing," I laugh nervously.
"Okay," Michael said leaning in to kiss me.
I moaned and he pulled on my lower lip. I gave him entrance and I sighed as our tongues collided.
His hands trailed along my thighs and stopped at the hem of my shirt.
I giggled and tried to throw the material off but it got caught on the my nose tube. I pulled it off of my face for a second, untangling the shirt from it, reattaching the tube to my face and throwing the shirt, it landed in a pile on the floor.
My hands pulled at Michael's own shirt and he eagerly pulled it over his head. He tossed it and it landed next to mine.
I gasped as his hands trailed on the inside of my thighs.
Trying to tease him like he was doing to me, I slowly slipped my hand from his knee, up, to his thigh.
He gasped as I gently rub the tip of my thumb across the denim that was covering his hard on.
I slowly unbutton his jeans and he rips them off the rest of the way.
I pull at my own jeans and toss them to the floor.
Michael's hands slide up my bare stomach to my bra and I lift my back slightly so that he could unclip it.
When it was off, he threw it to the ground. His eyes skimmed over my body once before locking eye contact with me again.
"It's going to hurt at first, are you sure your ready?" he asked again.
"Yes," I said. And I was. I trusted Michael on a level that I once thought impossible.
I didn't know what to expect with him and I love the way he makes me feel more alive than anyone, when in truth, I was more dead than anyone.
I gasp as Michael tears his boxers of, and I ignore how big he is, then grips the hem of my underwear in fear.
"It's okay," I say to Michael, trying to ignore the fact that he was hovering inches away form me, naked.
He nods and tears the fabric away.
"It will hurt at first," Michael reminded me.
I nod as he kisses me, and slowly enters me.
I gasp in pain and he freezes.
"Are you okay?" he asked
I nod but he still doesn't move.
"I'm fine Michael," I say, trying to sound calm.
I knew he wasn't convinced, but he slowly thrust into me again.
"I'm not a little girl, Michael, so don't treat me like one," I say. He nods and thrusts again but with a bit more force.
I gasp and my hands tangle in his hair as he thrusts again, going even harder. This time there was no pain, just pure pleasure. I tug at his hair and he moans in pleasure.
Michael's hand flew up to grip the head board.
He thrusts again, hitting me in a different spot each time and each time brought a new wave of pleasure.
My hands move to his back as he thrusts again, causing me to scratch at the skin. I moan in pleasure and I feel like I'm on top of the world.
"Michael, d-deeper!" I moan.
"Anything for you," he smirks.
He thrusts into me again but this time going in harder and deeper. I cry out as does Michael and he speeds up, thrusting with a new eagerness.
Just as I felt like it couldn't get any better, I feel myself start to climax.
"Michael!" I cry out.
"I know, me too," he gasped.
He thrust into me again and I scream out his name as I release into him. He thrust again, this time twice as hard, as he shudders.
"Mia!" he screams, releasing into me.
He thrusts a couple more times, but slower and more careful, before pulling out.
I lean forward and kiss Michael's nose.
He laid down next to me and sighed as I rested my head on his bare chest.
"I love you Mia," he whispered.
"I love you too," I replied just as quietly before falling asleep.

(Did anyone realise that they didn't use protection;) I'm so fucking horrible at this fucking shit! If my parents found out! I'm going to hell, I swear to god I am! but you all love me for it, maybe? bye) I'm fucked up in more ways than one and this proves it!...