Michael was staring at me from across the room; I could feel his gaze burning into the side of my head, and then raking slowly down my body to my toes and back up again. Turning my head to meet his gaze, he averted his eyes back to the TV my brother and Ashton were playing COD on, with Calum seated beside him. When I looked away again, his eyes returned to me. A smirk lifted the corners of my lips, and I untangled my legs from each other, stretching them over the sofa and crossing them at the ankles. I could feel every stroke of his eyes down my legs, discreetly turning my head to watch him as he licked his lips and crossed his arms over his chest.
A blush made his face glow as his beautifully green eyes met mine. But he didn't look away, readjusting the snapback atop his head and clearing his throat, raising his eyebrows at me as my eyes darted over every aspect of his face. I wondered what it looked like with his lips parted, and soft moans pouring out between them. They were so red and plump and inviting.
I swung my legs over the side of the sofa, pulling my pyjama shorts – which were actually boxers – down to cover most of my thighs. His eyes followed my every move as I walked around the back of the sofa he and Calum were seated on. He rolled his head back to look at me properly as I slipped past him and towards my bedroom, my soft footballs echoing off the walls.
He appeared at my bedroom door not even minutes later, his eyes scouring the room for me and his tongue dipping out to wet his lips as he spotted me on my bed, the covers pulled up to my chin. Almost immediately, he slid under the duvet, his chest pressed against my back and his arm enveloping my waist. His breath was heavy on my neck, fanning across my collarbones as he ran his fingertips across my hipbones, pulling me closer. Nuzzling into my neck, he pressed sloppy kisses to the skin, making my breath hitch in my throat and my heart stutter in my chest.
"Michael..." I trailed off, rolling my body over and pushing him away a little, trying to ignore the hurt expression on his face.
His lips seemed so red, my eyes focusing on them as he licked them for what felt like the fiftieth time tonight. The hurt look on his face was washed away as I trailed my fingertips down his chest, playing with the hem of his Metallica shirt before dipping my fingers under it. His eyelashes fluttered and his cheeks flushed, looking down at my hand as it disappeared under his shirt.
"Sit up." I withdrew my hand, and he quickly obeyed, pressing his back against my headboard and his hands instantly coming to rest on my thighs as I swung my leg over his. "Close your eyes." I fiddled with the hem of his shirt again, and he took a shaky breath, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down as he swallowed. I dipped my head down to put my lips to his ear. "Imagine my lips," I started, brushing them against the skin below his ear. "Painted red," Placing little kisses to his throat, I revelled in the sounds of his breathing becoming shallow in my ear. "Wrapped around your cock."
His grip tightened on the flesh of my thighs, pushing me forward and back so I was rocking against him, his thumbs pressing into my skin in a vice-like grip. A groan tore through his chest, dragging his teeth against my jugular before biting down, swiping his tongue across the wound. Pushing him back by the chest, I tugged at his shirt, careful not to knock off his snapback and dropping the material to the floor beside my bed. He reached up to pull off the hat, but I stopped him, gripping his fingers.
"Leave it on."
He nodded, almost too enthusiastically pulling my sweater over my head and leaving me in nothing but a pair of boxers. Instantly leaving forward to litter sloppy kisses all over my chest, he gently rolled his hips off the bed, the rough denim of his jeans rubbing against the insides of my thighs. It made me think about how his coarse stubble would feel between my legs. A sigh fell from my lips, my fingers fighting for a grip on his back as he sucked love bites on my breasts.
"Fuck." He mumbled into my skin, pulling back to look at the purple marks his lips had left behind. "Luke is gonna murder me."
I smirked down at him, lifting his chin and catching his plump lips between mine. And fuck, did he know how to use his lips. They moved softly against mine, his hands roaming up and down my waist and back to my thighs, continuing to rock me against him, evoking moans from the both of us. The room seemed to have heated up in the last few minutes, our bodies hot and rough against each other's.
I pulled away from the kiss to nibble on his collarbone, biting my way down his abdomen to the pale trail of hair that disappeared into his boxers. You know what they always say; follow the trail. Hooking my fingers in his belt loops, I roughly tugged them down his legs to his thighs, down past his knees until they were in a heap by my bed. His boxers followed swiftly after, and then mine, the two of us bare except for the hat that was still on his head. As much as I wished I could run my fingers through his hair, he looked so hot and dirty in his snapback that I had to leave it on.
"Remember what I told you to imagine?" I whispered, our lips brushing, his curling up in a smile as he nodded. "Do you want that to be reality?"
"Yeah," He breathed, his hands trailing up my stomach to my breasts, rolling his thumbs over my nipples and flicking his tongue out to rest on my top lip.
"What do you want?" I wrapped my arms around his neck, playing with the hairs at the nape of his neck.
"Your lips, painted red and around my cock." He replied instantly, the words making a shudder tear up my spine.
Swinging myself off his thighs, I ran my hand through my hair as I made my way over to my desk, plucking my red lipstick out of the top drawer, making sure to bend over enough to make Michael groan as I painted my lips red. Turning back around, I took in the sight of him, his lower half stretched across my bed, and his back taunt and pressed against my headboard. But it wasn't that that drew in my attention, no. It was his fingers, wrapping around his shaft, running up and down at a pace that I thought would probably be excruciating for him. Soft pants were pouring out of him, his breathing picking up as I replaced his hand with mine.
"I didn't tell you that you could touch yourself, Mikey." I purred, swiping my thumb over his slit. "You need to be a good boy for me, okay? What are you gonna be?"
"A good boy." He bit his lower lip in anticipation as I lowered my head, flicking my tongue against the underside of his cock, sucking wet kisses over every inch of skin.
Hoarse groans ripped through him as I licked a slow stripe from under the head to the dip between his balls, rolling one between my lips and the other in my palm. I lifted my eyes to watch him, his head thrown back and his Adam's apple jerking with every one of his moans. He was keening with my every touch, his hips jerking at every tongue-filled kiss to the vein that was throbbing underneath.
"Please, please suck me. My cock, suck my cock." He whimpered, rolling his head forward to look at me. "I'm being a good boy, please. I need-"
He cut himself off with a breathy sigh as I wrapped my lips around his tip, lapping up the precome as I swirled my tongue around him. Keeping my eyes on him, I watched as his own drooped, his hand moving up to toy with his snapback, before taking it off completely and placing it backwards on my head. He let out a moan, trailing his finger down my jaw and to his aching cock, running his fingertip down the side of it before gripping the hand that was working his balls and bringing it to the base of him.
"I'm so hard." His voice cracked, his palm guiding mine up and down him before he let go, his eyes locking on mine as I took him in, moving my hand around so my lips could press against his base, my nose brushing the pale hair below his bellybutton and his tip brushing the back of my throat as I left a red lipstick stain on his skin. "Fucking hell." He choked out, lifting his hips slightly.
I let him roll his hips, pulling up a little to bob my head, meeting each of his thrusts and using my hand to work what I couldn't fit in my mouth without gagging on him. One of his arms was bent backwards, awkwardly gripping the headboard, and the other was fisting the sheets as he ground himself into my lips. His snapback slid down my forehead, resting just above my eyebrows, and he used one hand to push it up, keeping it situated on the top of my head, and then placing his palm on the back of my head, guiding me up and down. My tongue rolled over the skin, eliciting pornographic moans from his chest, mixed with whispers that I couldn't make out.
"I'm gonna fucking explode." He hissed, his knuckles turning white and his palm forcing my mouth further down him, and then back up, his cock so slick with precome and saliva that he could slide in and out from between my lips like his shaft had made it it's home. "I wanna come on your tits." He mumbled, roughly shoving me back so I was pressed against the bed, swinging his legs over my chest and tapping is tip against my lower lip.
Opening for him, I hummed around his length as he started to fuck my mouth. His lips parted and grunts and groans poured out of him like he was a broken faucet. Sweat was beating on his forehead, and his hips were stuttering. I wanted to watch him come undone. Pushing him back, his eyes drooped and his smirk turned into him sinking his teeth into his bottom lip as my hand moved back and forth, tightening on the upstroke, watching his face as he rocked into my hand.
Positioning his tip at the valley of my cleavage, he let out the most explicit sound I'd ever heard, the moan rumbling through his chest and vibrating his Adam's apple as thick, hot spurts of come poured out onto my chest. His jaw popped open and his eyes screwed closed, his nose crinkling and his tongue resting on his top lip as I continued to milk every drop out of him. I moved down so I could take in his tip, the last hot string of the thick milky liquid landing on my tongue as I sucked harshly on his slit.
"Fuck." He groaned, his body slumping a little, nuzzling into my neck before trailing kisses to my lips. "That was fucking insane." He mumbled, sucking gently on my bottom lip as I removed his snapback from my head and put it back on his.
