Athena Tyler and Michael Jackson are married to people they don't belong with. The history between Michael and Athena isn't complicated; they met on We Are The World, sparks flew, but they never stayed in contact.
When their respective spouses sugg...
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As the intensity of their kiss grew, so did the desire. She could feel herself becoming more responsive to his touch, despite her reservations. Her hand absentmindedly moved to his lap, her fingers feeling up his bulge, so in the moment that she didn't realize.
Michael groaned into her mouth, his hands tightening on her hips.
She pulled away from him, her eyes wide with surprise, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to—I just feel safe with you. I won't do it again, please—"
Michael cut her off by pressing his lips to hers again and bringing her hand down to his bulge, "Shhh, it's okay, baby girl—you can touch." He gave her hand a gentle press against his erection, causing her to gasp in surprise as she felt the unmistakable evidence of his arousal.
Athena's eyes widened in shock, her cheeks flushing a deep red as she realized the gravity of what she had done, "Michael....has anyone ever choked on your....you know, before?" she asked, then widened her eyes at the blunt nature of her question, "Oh, I'm sorry!"
Michael chuckled, his eyes glinting with amusement, "Athena, it's alright. And yes, believe it or not, other people have choked on my dick before."
Athena blushed even deeper, her cheeks burning with embarrassment, "Sorry."
"But you're the first one to ever reach for it without being asked," he added, his voice filled with playful affection.
"Sorry!" Athena's face flushed as she abruptly pulled her hands away from him, holding her hands up in defense, "I'm sorry. I can't believe I just grabbed your—"
"Mmhm," Michael hummed, shaking his head as he pulled her hand back to his bulge, "Keep your hand where it is. Don't worry about it. If you're asking me, you're still way too shy."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Athena asked defiantly, her cheeks flushed, "Way too shy?"
Michael raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips, "You're trying to be polite and reserved—you think we have to stay loyal to Lisa Marie and Liam, but they were the ones who cheated on us, not the other way around—and you know it too."
Athena's heart raced as she felt Michael's growing arousal through their clothes. She knew she had to be careful, that they were both married to other people and they couldn't let this go too far.
"We need to stop," she whispered against his lips, pulling back slightly.
Michael shook his head, holding her hand down on his groin, "No, we don't," he muttered, "Baby girl, you're a queen—probably the most powerful woman in the world—and yet you still think you have to be submissive and polite," he said, reading her like a book as he gently guided her to squeeze him, "You're playing the perfect wife—buying him things, giving him money whenever his lazy behind demands it, being the sole money maker of the house—but you don't have to."
