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(Paige's POV)
I could hear someone shuffling around my room and my mind went immediately to alert mode. I opened my eyes a tiny bit, seeing a tall figure shutting the curtains. It was darker in the room, so I couldn't tell who he was. He walked closer to the bed, slowly, ad if he was trying not to wake me. I was scared and closed my eyes until I felt as if he was right next to my bed.
Suddenly, I sat up and screamed, causing the man to fall backwards onto the floor with a yell.
"What the fuck, Paige?"
Fuck. It was only Michael. But wait... Why was Michael at my house?
Then, all the memories of earlier rushed into my brain. I shook my head and laughed, standing up out of bed. "I'm sorry, I was trying to scare you. I thought you were a robber or something. Forgot you were here," I said quickly, still laughing. He was rubbing his head with his eyes shut as he stood up.
"That didn't help my headache much," he complained, walking over to me. I sighed and kissed his cheek.
"Sorry... what time is it?" I remember it was nearly five in the morning when I actually feel asleep. He told me it was a little after noon.
"I'll make you lunch then," I mumbled, taking his hand. "C'mon."
We walked downstairs and into the kitchen, where I began to make him a sandwich. I giggled when he sat down. It was mainly silent as I worked and as he ate. I watched him from my spot next to the sink. Let's just say I was more than a little turned on by his tight jawline. Every time he swallowed, his adam's apple moved, and it was hot. I don't know why, but even the way he ate was sexy. I was staring and I guess he noticed, because he's eyes were on mine, and a smirk was plastered on his face.
He cleared his throat, making me bite my lip. I was caught.
"Like what you see?" He asked in a low voice, winking playfully. I knew he was only kidding, but fuck, I was turned on.
"A little," I whispered, blushing. He stood up and stretched, sauntering towards me slowly. My eyes didn't leave his body. I had only now realized he wore nothing but a pair of tight black boxers. I tried not to look at his crotch when he came closer, but I couldn't help it.
He had a boner, in case you were wondering.
Michael was soon in front of me, licking his lips slowly.
"Only a little?" He mumbled it, his lips near mine. My eyes fluttered shut, thinking he would kiss me, but I heard a small chuckle. My eyes shot open to see him standing there with his hands on either side of me. My face got even more pink than before, and I looked down. I couldn't meet his gaze. I felt him tilt my head up with his finger, and his lips were pressed to mine. It started off as just a nice gentle kiss, but it became rough. He pulled away smiling.
"If it's only a little, I guess I'll just leave," he said jokingly. I pouted up at him, making him roll his eyes.
"Okay... maybe I like it a lot," I said quietly. He wiggled his eyebrows and kissed me again, slipping his tongue past my lips. I moaned softly, unable to keep it in any longer. He hooked his fingers in the waistband of the lace underwear I was wearing under my over-sized t-shirt. I shivered.
"Michael," I whispered when he pulled away to kiss and bite down my neck. He hummed in response, sucking at my collarbone. I blushed when I thought of what I was going to say, but my horny state-of-mind took over.
"Touch me."
He stopped and looked up, most likely surprised with my request. I tugged gently on the hairs at the nape of his neck and closed my eyes, hoping he wouldn't deny me what I've wanted for awhile. A devilish smile creeped onto his face when he realized that I was serious. "Your wish is my command," he purred into my ear, slipping a hand into my underwear and connecting our lips once more. He teased me, leaving nothing but a single finger directly where I wanted it most and remained still. I whined slightly against his lips, but his hand was still stationary.
"How much do you want it?" He mumbled into my mouth, pushing his finger tip further and stopping. I kept my lips in a flat line, quite unamused.
"A lot."
He moved his finer in a circle, clicking his tongue. "No no, that just won't do. How much do you want it?"
"Michael please," I whimpered, wiggling underneath him. He had me pressed to the counter.
His gaze intensified. "How much do you want it?" It was more of a demand to answer than a question itself.
"Fuck Michael, I want it more than anything!" I shouted it, and he caught me off surprise by quickly sliding his finger inside me, moving it back and forth rapidly. I moaned loudly, my head falling forward onto his chest. I was weak in the knees, but I needed more.
As if he could read my mind, he added another finger, moving them in and out repeatedly, causing me to throw back my head. He took that as the initiative to go back to sucking near my collarbone; my weak spot. Various swear words fell from my parted lips.
"God you're so fucking hot," I heard Michael mumbled, moving his long guitarist fingers even faster, sending me over the edge. However, nearly right as I was going to come, he just stopped. He slid his hand out of my pants with a small smile and kissed me. Angrily, I pulled away.
"Michael," I said, my voice lowered an octave. I was ready to rip his head off, until I noticed the lustful look he was giving me.
"Couch. Now." It was a demand, not a request.
He moved to the couch as quickly as possible, probably wondering what I was up to, although he most likely had an accurate idea. I pushed him so he was laying down and I pulled my shirt up over my head and laid on him, kissing him hard. His cock pressed into my leg, but I stifled my moan, wanting to show him I was in control this time. I struggled to wiggle off the remainder of my clothes, but I succeeded and worked on pulling down his boxers. I moved down his body, and slipped them off, moving back up to kiss him again. I just couldn't get enough of his lips. They were chapped and tasted like peppermints, making me want to spend the rest of my life with my lips against his.
He groaned as I sat up, his cock pressed right between my legs. "No Michael, we're doing something different this time," I said, hushing him. he looked up at me with his eyebrows scrunched together.
I just grinned, stepping off him and turning around, sitting on his chest backwards. I looked behind me to see if he caught on, and indeed he did. His eyes were wide and he nodded. I could feel him breathing heavy underneath me and I turned back around and bit my lip. I moved down so I was eye level with his hips and I lowered my body, laying on him, and wrapping my fingers around his cock. I kissed the tip gently before sliding it almost completely into mouth. At the same time I heard Michael moan quietly, and grab hold of my hips. he slowly pulled them closer, and I closed my eyes.
I bobbed my head and stroked him with my hand at the same time, making small whimpering noises as his tongue rubbed against my clit. I couldn't believe I had the crazy idea to do this, but I'm glad I did, because the feeling was indescribable.
I thought his fingers were pure ecstasy, but that was before I knew what his tongue could do...
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I just made my characters 69 hahHAhahahAHahHAHAHhahahahahHha crying
I've been getting more excited about this, and I've been updating more yay. I'm planning on this story having more than 20 chapters, maybe even more than 30, so... x
