Get Dirty

Moan For Me...Sing For Me

!!!NSFW CHAPTER!!!

Y/N's POV:

     "I want to ravage you..." After Michael uttered those words he leaned in and kissed me roughly and very quickly I started to kiss him roughly too. I don't know if Michael couldn't hold back anymore and cracked or if the tension had become so much that he just had to see if I felt the same way. Perhaps it was honestly a mix of both. Regardless of what caused it, it was happening, and I was already craving more.

     As I kissed Michael, he ran his hands up my body underneath his shirt.

     "God, you're so soft and smooth..." He sighed against my lips.

     "It was the scrub and the moisturizer," I mumbled, not wanting to break the kiss.

     "I could touch you for hours, Y/N...God, the things you do to me." I felt his hands start moving back down until he reached my panties. I felt him toy with the lace on the waistband a little before he pulled it back and then snapped it against my skin, making me jump a little, which made him let out a soft laugh before he went back to kissing me. He broke away for a brief moment and just looked at me. The silence was deafening. I felt as if I could hear our hearts beat in sync, I could feel our breath mixing, I could see the desire clouding over his eyes, and I was sure mine were doing the same. Suddenly, he broke the silence.

     "I'm surprised you put these back on..."

     "Why wouldn't I?"

     "Because I gave you the shirt."

     "Michael, I wasn't about to just put the shirt on and think that was enough to cover me down there," I said with a breathy laugh.

     "Well, what if I only wanted you to wear the shirt?" He asked, cutting off my quiet laughter. He looked at me with a devious glint in his eyes, and as if my cheeks weren't red enough, they got redder.

     "Is something wrong?" He asked as he started to toy with my panties again.

     "No Michael..." I said softly. "I just...what does this all mean?"

     "Well...it means I want you to be mine, and I will show you how I plan to treat you when you're mine. How does that sound?"

     "I just worry about getting in trouble." As I said that, Michael slowly leaned in and put his lips right next to my ear.

     "I'd love to see them try and get you in trouble when I instigated all of this, not to mention that I'm their boss as well. Nothing will happen, and I will make sure of that." He pressed a soft kiss on my neck behind my ear, and I shuddered, biting back a moan that was desperate to come up.

     "Besides..." He mumbled, kissing me again. "Who are they to stop me from worshipping and ravaging you?" Before I could respond, he was pressing more kisses against my neck, leading down to my chest. Then, suddenly, the leg he had in between mine moved up, and he pushed his knee against the outside of my pussy, right over where my clit was. I let out a choked moan, and he sighed.

     "That's what I've been waiting to hear..." He mumbled against my skin before lifting his head again and pressing his lips even harder against mine. I jutted my hips forward, and he pushed his knee even harder against me, making me moan against his lips fully this time. In between desperate kisses, he managed to mumble, "Jump."

     I felt his hands move toward my thighs, and as they did, I jumped. He quickly gripped the back of my legs, fingers splayed across my upper thigh. I felt him move away from the wall and walk to the bed. He let go of me and gently placed me onto the sheets before he leaned in again and started roughly kissing me.