Don't Walk Away (A Michael Jackson Love Story)

Chapter 22: No Pizza

The pizza was nearly cold by the time I reached our room. I opened the door and stepped inside. Empty.

"Mike?" I called out, hoping he didn't ditch me to go to the studio.

Suddenly the pizza box was being pulled out of my hand. Michael put it down on a table and kissed my neck from behind.

"We should forget about the pizza. I lied. I just want you." His breath was warm on my ear.

A sigh shuddered past my lips. He was way too close for me to resist. The way he pressed himself against me was done deliberately. I couldn't help but notice how the curve of my body fit into his. He was my perfect match. I half-smiled.

"Baby...We had sex yesterday," I whispered.

"But we haven't yet today," he countered. He brushed his lips up my neck. I gasped as he traced his tongue along my jawline.

"I was going to do something...mmm...special for my last day in New York," I explained. "Just for you."

"Why wait?" Mike laughed softly. Goosebumps appeared on my skin.

"You're just gonna leave that pizza sitting there?" I stared at the box on the table.

His arms slipped around my waist. "Not hungry," he mumbled.

"I still haven't finished packing."

"Stop making excuses. You're too stressed out." He turned me around to face him. "You know I love you."

"Yeah, I know. I love you too." I bit my lip, staring at the ground. If I looked into those bedroom eyes of his, there would be no escape.

"And you love me enough to let me do this," he continued. He cupped my chin and brought my face to his eye level, then kissed me.

I moaned. There was no way out now. Michael squeezed my ass. One hand slid down and gripped the hem of my skirt.

"If you didn't want this, why did you dress up to get pizza?" he asked.

I blushed. "What, a girl can't look pretty on a regular basis?" I retorted.

"You look pretty all the time," he assured me as he hooked a finger in my panties and yanked them down to my ankles.

I captured his lips in mine again, mostly to shut him up. He pushed me gently toward the bed. I fell back into the blankets.

"I love you, I love you, I love you," Mike murmured. He crawled on top of me and unbuttoned my blouse, pressing his lips to every inch of newly-exposed skin as he did so until I was left in my bra.

I arched my back to him. He sat back for a second, staring at me. I opened my eyes."Oh, now you don't want this?" I scoffed.

"No, I want you so much. But you're so beautiful. I need to look at you." Michael's eyes took in the sight of me hungrily. I felt self-conscious under his intense gaze.

"You look at me all the time." I put my arms around his neck and tossed my head back. "Just kiss me...all over."

He began his trail again from my lips.

"Right there," I moaned when he reached a certain place on my neck. He stopped moving down and focused on that one spot. My mouth opened in a silent shout of ecstasy.

Michael tangled the fingers of one hand in my hair, forcing my head back for full access to my neck.

I started pulling at his clothes. His collar, his pants, his sleeves, anything that might give way.

He chuckled. Slowly he stripped his shirt off, button by button. After that was thrown to the floor, he slipped out of his pants, maintaining eye contact with me.

I brought him back down on top of me. "Take your skirt off," he ordered quietly. I shoved the bothersome article of clothing off my legs and onto the floor.

Mike played with the thin strap on my bra. He followed the fabric to my back, where he freed the clasp.

I immediately wrapped my legs around him. "I hate how you do this to me," I growled in his ear as I contradicted myself with another moan.

"You know you love it," he responded. He took my hands in his and kissed them, entering me agonizingly slow.

I bit down on my bottom lip hard. He let go of my hands to keep himself up. I gripped his forearms.

Another burst of searing pleasure. "I do love it," I admitted. I nipped at his neck and chest.

"Sometimes, I swear I don't deserve you," he told me. He sighed as I tugged on his hair to bring his face down to mine.

"I definitely don't deserve this," I whispered, my lips fluttering against his.

"Don't whisper like that," he warned, quivering.

"Why not?" I asked innocently. Our lips made feather-light contact again.

"You're gonna make me come." On the last word, he thrusted deeper into me.

"Oh...my god!" I groaned.

"Let it go, girl," he breathed. His steady rhythm began to falter. The look in his eyes told me he was about to explode.

"You know--MICHAEL!" I screamed out his name as he hit the right spot and sent me into a dizzying climax.

I didn't even know if he came. I was too busy feeling the endorphins coursing through my body, making me feel completely comfortable.

Mike had collapsed on top of me. He breathed heavily on my chest. I pushed him away gently. "You want that pizza now?" he laughed.

"It's cold," I complained. "I need to learn to say no when you want sex."

"But then you wouldn't get any." He rested his head on my stomach.

"Ugh. Go to sleep, Michael. You're overtired. I know I am." I petted his hair like he was a puppy.

"You're avoiding the subject," he said in a sing-song tone. "You won't admit that you can't live without having sex on a regular basis."

"It feels amazing," I allowed. "With the right person."

"Me?" Mike looked up at me with mock excitement.

"Well, yes. You're the best because I love you. But I have to say, I've had some pretty good sex with other guys."

"Prince?"

"Why do you have to bring him up?" I snapped. "The only reason I work for him is because we do well together professionally."

"I know he wants you. He wants you to break up with me." Michael's voice was even, but tinted with anger.

"He's a nice guy when he's not trying to get into my pants. We were actually friends at first on the last tour. You should at least try to get along with him," I suggested.

"I would, if he wasn't such a jerk," he grumbled.

I rolled my eyes. "Listen, I am going to be around that man every night for five months. I need to know that you're sincerely okay with this."

"I know you need and want this job. I don't want to interfere with your career. I trust you," he told me.

I snuggled up to him. "I love when you say that."