Ghost Of You (Michael Berzatto X Black!OC X Eventual Richie Jerimovich)

9. Tired

2009-Chicago, Illinois

"Angie!"

"What, Richie?" She groaned as she wrapped sandwiches in paper.

"I'm dangerously low on cups up here!"

"We're out!" She yelled back. "I'll run to the store in a second!" She brought out three paper bags and sat them on the counter. "Two hot and wet, one sweet and wet!"

"Angie." Ebra came up to her as she walked back into the kitchen. "When are we getting more beef?"

"Michael's on the phone with the vendors right now." She opened the door to the office and stuck her head inside. "Hey, I'll be back."

"Where you going?"

"The store. We need cups."

"We don't have cups?"

"According to Richie, we're dangerously low."

"Fuck." He ran his hands over his face.

"Yeah. You can say that again." She sighed "What'd the vendors say?"

"We'll get the delivery tomorrow morning."

"Okay, good."

"You need to breathe before you have a stroke or something."

"You first." She bent down to kiss his cheek. "I'll be back in fifteen minutes."

"Love you."

"Love you too."

🤍

It was nearing midnight when Angie walked into Michael's office. He was hunched over a stack of papers, his five o'clock shadow beginning to appear.

"Hey, Bear."

He turned in his chair and gave his wife an exhausted smile. "Hi, sweetheart." He opened his arms, begging her to embrace him.

She grinned and sat on his lap, pressing a kiss to kiss lips. "How ya doing?"

"I'm tired, baby." His large hand rubbed her thigh.

"I know." Her hand came up to cup his cheek, her thumb caressing over his stubble. "I've got good news."

"Hm?"

"Richie and I fixed the register. Now we don't have to bang it shut."

"Thank you, baby."

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing."

"Babe." She urged him. "Talk to me."

"I just..." He sighed. "I don't know how I'm supposed to do this."

"I know it's tough. But, you're Mikey Bear. If anyone can do it, it's you."

She could tell that he didn't really believe her. But it didn't matter. They would get through it.

"Yeah." He gave her a soft smile. "You're probably right."

"You want me to help you relax?" She whispered.

"And how you gonna do that?"

She smirked and got off of his lap, sinking to the floor. "Like this." Her hands went to undo his belt as he adjusted in his chair. She unzipped his jeans and pushed them down just enough to rub him over his boxers.

"You're so pretty down there."

"You're pretty up there." Once she could feel him growing in her hand, she pulled down his boxers. She brought her hand to her mouth and spit in it before pumping him slowly.

"Fuck." He groaned, leaning his head back. She darted her tongue out and slowly circled his aching tip. "Shit, baby."

"You like that?" Her other hand trailed down his shaft and cupped his balls.

"Fuck, yeah."

She smirked before hallowing her cheeks and taking his full length into her mouth. His hands wrapped around her thick ponytail to ground himself. He had to use all the strength he had to not fuck up into her mouth.

"That's it. Suck it just like that, baby."

She hummed around his cock, making him shudder. She looked up at him with watering eyes, which he wiped away with his thumb.

"My pretty girl's gonna make me fucking cum." He said through labored breaths.

She gripped onto his thighs for support as she bobbed her head faster. His cock twitched in her mouth, causing her to gag slightly.

"You okay, honey?"

She nodded and continued her movements until she felt him hold one of her hands.

"Shit, just like that. I'm almost there, baby."

She laced their fingers together and squeezed his hand.

"Oh, fuck. I'm cumming." He whispered through a groan. "Shit!"

She felt his hot release hit the back of her throat. She slowly pulled back and swallowed before getting some air.

"You alright?" He looked down at her, cupping her face.

"Yeah." She wiped her mouth. "You feel better?"

"Honestly, I don't even remember what the hell we were talking about." He laughed.

"Good." She stood up. "Now put your dick away do we can go home and finish this up."

"Yes ma'am."