Social Casualty

10

The moment I walked back into the room, I was held against the wall with Michael pinning my wrists above my head.

Michael began to kiss me, all over. From small pecks on my forehead and ear, to long sucks on my neck and collar bone. At a point, he gave me back my right to have back my hands. And with that power I tugged at his hair and scratched his back.

"You'll never feel this way again with him, you know that." Michael looked me in the eye as he had his hands on my waist. My breath was shaky and hitched.

"You don't know that,"

Wrong move.

In an instant, I was on his hips, and we crashed onto the hotel bed. His hands moved all over my body, avoiding my breasts and the down under. I'd moan every now and then, causing him to chuckle at my pleasure. Then it went a bit further.

Michael began to kiss down towards the valley of my breasts. It was rather hard to control my breathing during and after that. His hand then began to ride up my torso, and I wanted to flip shit. My heart beat was unhealthily increasing, my breaths were coming out as a struggle. I was completely, and utterly, corrupted with my own panic.

"Michael... I will never forgive you if you try to use me." My voice came out shakily while I mentally face palmed.

"Trust me." Was all he said. And I do trust him. Completely. I gave him a nod. As he told me to sit up. I did as asked, and he took off my shirt. Leaving me in just a bra with pj's. Michael did widen a bit, while I grew self conscious. With that bothering me, I hurried to cover up what was revealed, and all he did was,

"You're too much to describe. Now soften up, relax a bit, and let me take care of you.

I laid back down as he hovered over my body. Kissing me. He started at the lips, then down and down. Until my stomach. He sucked and gave me hickey's on my hips with his hands on my waist. Going up from the waist, Michael ends up with his right hand on my left breast. My breath hitches and I squeak. Alarmed, he looks up at me as I nod that it's fine now.

He chuckles and squeezes the breast, making me moan. "Wait 'til I finish darling," I shiver while he rubs it back and fourth. I am barely able to control myself, with uneven breathing and fast responses.

"Sit up please." I respond quickly, he pulls my hair out of my ponytail and lets it over my covered breasts. He bites his lip while I blush slightly. Never in all my years of knowing him, would I have thought it would all lead to this. He tells me to turn around so my back faces his chest.

"Why?"

"Trust me,"

"I know but..."

"Please Asher. I won't take advantage of you." That soothed me.

I turned around as he moved against my back. His head resting on my right shoulder, and his hands massaging my breasts making me roll my head back and moan. With one hand, Michael unclipped my bra and let it cascade down my arms. I held my breath, and his breath hitched.

"Holy shit" he huffed. I closed my eyes while he tried to even his breathing. "Asher you're turning me on so much right now. . . Fuck!" Michael than began to rub my bare breasts as I moaned loudly, more than before. All my weight was on Michael's chest as he whispered little things in my ear that made me shiver and whimper. Then when I thought it couldn't get any more great or new, his mouth was sucking and I flipped shit. Not even kidding. I was so fucking confused. It was hilarious but so freaking new. I was a moaning mess as I tugged on his hair wanting more. Fucking dick.

"You fucking dick," I 'breathed'. Hell it wasn't even technically breathing. That's how uneven it sounded. All Michael did was laugh. He fucking laughed as his tongue twisted around and I became louder and louder. Fucking. Arg I don't know how we got this far, but it's something that has never crossed my mind.