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

Chapter 24: Last Night In NYC

"Is he here yet?" My knuckles turned white as I clenched the phone.

"Miss Davis, you already called ten minutes ago. I was told to call you when he arrived. He's not...oh, here he is. He's stepping out of the limo right now." Without another word, the receptionist hung up on me.

I put the phone back on the hook and leaped over to the basket of rose petals.

The phone rang twice, then stopped. That was the signal that he was boarding the elevator.

"Oh crap." I sprinkled the rose petals on the bed and tossed the basket into the other room.

The lights were already dimmed. I picked up the silky cloth laying on the nightstand and stuffed it in the red lace bra I'd bought with matching panties just for the occasion. For this last night, I allowed myself to be as cliché as possible.

In the time that it took him to reach the top floor, I'd already thought of every single worst-case scenario.

It felt like hours had passed when the doorknob turned. I lay in the most sexual way I could without looking like a prostitute. He opened the door and walked in cautiously.

Michael's eyes widened. He stood on the threshold, probably taking in the scene in front of him and weighing his options. After the initial shock wore off, he closed the door behind him.

"Well, don't just stand there. Come here," I teased. He stumbled toward the bed.

"You did all this?" He crawled over to me, kissing my cheek.

"Of course," I laughed. Okay, I'd had enough of the stalling. I yanked his shirt over his head and threw it aside.

Next was his belt. Why he wore one when he knew I was going to be doing this was beyond me. I chucked it at the door, already ripping his pants off.

"Aww, we match," I pointed out. His red boxer briefs were the same color as my lingerie.

Mike chuckled. "That's because you know my favorite color."

I suddenly remembered something. "Baby, I want you to put this on." I took the black silk cloth out of my bra.

"...What is it?" He eyed it suspiciously.

I bit my lip. "It's a blindfold," I explained. I tied it around his forehead. "Please trust me."

I knew the control freak in him was not going to like this, but the bedroom freak in him would. "O-okay," he stammered.

I pulled the blindfold over his eyes and kissed his lips tenderly. "Now lay down on your back for me," I ordered in a soothing voice.

He complied without protest. I kissed a trail like he usually would on my body, beginning at his lips. I then moved down to his jaw, neck, and finally chest. But of course I couldn't stop there. I licked the rest of the way down to the edge of his underwear. By now his breathing had gotten louder and raspier.

"It's getting a bit hot in here, I hope you don't mind I take these off," I murmured. I slipped my fingers under his waistband and removed his boxer briefs.

I watched his fingers curl into the mattress. So this is what it felt like to be in control. Having your lover's naked body out for you to do whatever you pleased.

I slid up to kiss him again. "I did have handcuffs, but I don't want you to go too crazy," I admitted.

He licked his lips. I smiled. "Michael, baby, are you nervous?"

"No," he squeaked. I could tell by the crack in his voice that he was lying.

"Think of it as a trust-building exercise. You trust me to not hurt you, and I trust you to stay there and be good," I told him.

I didn't want to wait for an answer. I moved back down until I was straddling his thighs. I gripped his member in one hand.

"Lily," Mike breathed, panic lacing his tone.

"Yes?" I giggled, stroking him slowly.

"Don't stop," he finished.

"Wasn't planning on it." I kissed the tip of his manhood and wrapped my lips around it. My tongue swirled as I took more of him into my mouth.

"Oh God..." Michael grabbed onto my hair and tugged. I looked up to see him pressing his head into the pillows.

I paused for a moment. "You okay?" I checked on him only because the sounds he was making in response were new to me.

"I think I'm gonna come," he groaned.

I smiled again. "I think you've had enough of the blindfold anyway." I untied the knot, freeing him. My idea had worked. The extra stimulation from just touch was enough to drive him near a climax in seconds.

Now that he could see me, Mike pulled off my panties, grabbed my hips, and entered me. I yelped at the slight pain. I was still in control, being on top. "This wasn't part of the plan yet," I scolded him jokingly.

I pressed myself on top of him and pumped my hips. This was the last time I would be able to do this for a while.

Michael grinned like it was his birthday. I sucked on his neck. "Is this what you're leaving me with? Just some hickeys?" he taunted.

"'Just some hickeys'? Excuse me but--" I moaned as he hit my g-spot. "--my hickeys were recognized by every boy in high school. They're more famous than you, baby."

"I doubt it," he sighed nonchalantly, hitting me with another sharp thrust to hear my moans.

The sensation starting in my lower abdomen was spreading. I arched my back.

"You're gonna come, aren't you?" Mike maintained a tight grip on my hips. He pumped into me harder.

I could barely nod before I actually climaxed. "Shit," I panted when I stopped writhing.

"I'm not done yet, woman." Michael rolled me underneath him. He didn't even pull out, just kept thrusting. The sensitivity of my core made it so much more pleasurable.

"Control freak," I growled with a smirk on my face.

"I know." He kissed my collarbone. His expression was one of complete ecstasy.

"Deeper," I begged. I coiled my legs around his waist.

Mike took the challenge. He thrusted in until I couldn't take any more.

I dug my nails into his back as he did it again, but at a different angle. I clawed at his skin.

Michael shivered at the sensation of my nails raking down his spine. He tipped his head back and closed his eyes, moaning.

I rolled over on top of him and smiled. "This is my night. Remember?"

"Oh, I'm the control freak?" he exhaled. In a contradictory moment, he grasped my hips again.

I leaned over him. "Shhh." I kissed his lips quickly.

He freed one hand from my waist and cupped the back of my head, keeping me there.

I smiled into his lips. He released my head to hold onto my body.

"Lily, I--oh God," he started. I felt him clench up beneath me.

"Good, babe," I praised. He let out an involuntary groan and released. I climbed off of him.

"What I meant to say was 'I love you,'" Michael clarified through ragged breaths.

I planted a couple kisses on his chest, cuddling close to his body. "I love you too," I sighed.

"We're gonna be together forever," he mumbled.

"Hasn't that been the plan since second grade?"

"I can't wait to finally see you working." The subject was changed in an instant because Mike's brain never calmed down.

"I can't wait to hear your album," I teased.

"It's almost done. But you might have to buy it, because you'll be gone by the time it's finished." He wrapped his arms around my shoulders. "I'm gonna miss you so much."

I half-smiled. His words were becoming more distant. Sleep was inevitable. I barely got out a "Good night, love" before I passed out.