Just sex; 5sos

7.7

Adrielle's POV

I spot Michael's bright red hair over the screaming mob of adolescent girls, most of which recognized me and asked for pictures while waiting for pictures with Michael, I followed some of them on twitter and continued through the mob towards Michael.

When I had finally reached him he grabs my hand and follows the 3 other boys into the hotel, "What happened?!" Where the hell were you? You had us all freaking out!" Michael shouts, pulling at his hair, as soon as we reach his room and the door is closed behind us.

"I got lost, I'm sorry, your magesty, since when do you care about me?" I smirk, throwing myself down on his bed.

Within seconds he's on top of me, both my hands held down away from my body, with his hands clasped around my wrists.

Leaning down until his lips brush my ear he whispers, "What was that?"

"Michael, stop acting like you're the shit." I hiss, stuggling underneath him.

"Oh, Adrielle you're being naughty, do you know what happens to naughty gurls?" Michael moves his mouth to my neck and gently begins to suck and nip.

"Get the fuck off of me, you prick." I continue to struggle underneath him.

"Oh, I'm gonna have to punish you for that." Michael pulls my shirt, tearing it from the collar down to the bottom and kissing down my chest, stopping at my bra and releasing my hands to unclasp my bra and pull it off along with my ruined shirt, "We'll have to get you another one of those shirts they make you look so sexy." Michael whispers.

"Why'd you ruin it, just to take it off, you ass?" I ask.

Michael shrugs, "felt like it babe."

He kisses down my chest and over my breasts, he sucks on the tender flesh, occasionally gently using his teeth. I bite my lip to avoid moaning and giving the asshole what he wants.

"C'mon babe, be a good girl for me." Michael says, trailing kisses past my belly button and along the waist of my shorts.

Quickly unbuttoning them Michael snakes the shorts down my legs and over my feet, throwing them behind him, joining my bra and shirt.

His lips are against mine again, his hand rubbing my clip through the thin fabric of my panties, "Are you gonna moan for me yet, baby girl?" Michael smirks.

"N-no." My breath gets caught in my breath when Michael reaches in my panties and slips a finger inside of me, one becomes two and two becomes three, slowly sliding in and out of my soaking heat until I'm a moaning mess underneath him, "Do you wanna cum yet, babe?' Michael asks, sucking and biting my neck, little bruises forming.

"Y-yes please, M-michael, please." I beg, fisting the sheets.

"Will you be a good girl for me?" Michael asks, concentrating on his hands.

"Y-yes, please, oh god yes." I beg for release.

"Okay, c'mon, baby, cum all over my fingers, I wanna taste you so bad, do you want to taste yourself?" He whispers, level with my ear again.

His expert fingers sliding in and out of me and his words working together throw me over the edge. I throw head back and scream, releasing.

Michael kisses my forehead, "Holy shit," he says, almost in astonishment, "You just squirted babe." He brings his fingers to his mouth and cleans them off one by one, right before he takes in the last finger I reach and grab his hsnd, bringing it slowly to my own mouth, I slowly take it in my mouth, just to drive him crazy.