Mr. TWELVE Stories

- Push 1-

He held me there in the hallway for a few moments, gazing into my eyes. He was so gentle and sweet, and at the same time, I could see so much pent up inside of him. He had so many desires, and I wondered if he was maybe too afraid to act them out.

"You have to go soon," I murmured,
trailing my finger down his chest idly, trying not to sound like I was pouting.
"Yeah," he said with a little nod. "But not yet." He pulled his arms around me, pulling me tight against his body, and I gasped a little, partly from his boldness, partly from the sensation of his erection pressed against my stomach. And then he kissed me, his lips caressing mine as softly as silk sliding across my skin.

"You feel so good," I whispered against his mouth, opening up to him. He slid his tongue past my lips and caressed my tongue. I moaned softly, closing my eyes as I let the feeling wash over me.

"So amazing," he breathed, as his hand slid down my back and over the curve of my hip. I pressed harder against him, shifting a little, letting the friction between us make his cock twitch between us. "You're beautiful." I blushed and shook my head. "Thank you. Last night...and this? It means a lot to me." He kissed me again.

"Me too," I murmured. "More than you'll ever know." He kissed my forehead now, and I buried my face against his throat, taking in the scent of him, kissing him there, not wanting to let him go.
But then he pulled away, and my heart leapt into my throat. Maybe this was it. Maybe he was leaving me now before we both got too carried away.

"I need to make a phone call." My jaw dropped. He was standing there, naked as a jaybird, completely hard and ready for sex, and he wanted to make a phone call?

"Uh...ok?"
He just smiled at me.

"Trust me," he murmured. "I'll meet you in the bedroom."

I could have started purring at that moment, but I numbly turned around and practically floated back to my bedroom. I couldn't even remember laying down on the bed, but a few minutes later, Michael came into the room and strode over to the bed, getting in next to me, immediately rolling to his side and caressing my thigh lazily with one hand.
I turned to look at him, and the rest of my body followed suit. We lay close together, very still for a few moments, and his hand moved to slide down my back again, and I trembled.
"What was that all about?" I wondered. He grinned at me and leaned in to kiss me. Then, he began a trail down my neck and my collarbone.

"I called my manager," he murmured between kisses. "Told him I got a late start this morning." His rolled me onto my back and climbed atop me, moving down my body, his mouth attacking my breasts with kisses. "Told him we'd have to reschedule rehearsals." His tongue circled my hardened nipple, and I groaned, gripping his strong arms.
"You...don't have to go?

"I'm all yours until tomorrow." Oh. My. God.

My heart nearly burst, and though I wasn't sure if I'd heard him correctly, I responded with a kiss that nearly rolled us both onto the floor.
Michael chuckled, and he boldly settled in between my legs, staring down at me and caressing my ribcage with his strong fingers. I groaned softly and thrust my hips toward his, wanting some relief from the burning desire that was radiating from my glistening core.

"You say you've never done anything like this before," I chuckled, when he flicked his thumb over my nipple.
"I haven't," he breathed, kissing the valley between my breasts. "You just bring out a part of me I guess doesn't come out very often."
"Well, it should," I giggled, kissing his neck, sucking on his Adam's apple. "But it shouldn't be any surprise. The way you thrust your hips on stage? No way in Hell you'd be bad at it." My fingers gripped his hips, and he began to grind against me. "Unh..."