that damned cigarette ↪ m.c

0.5 - ever seen a girl, pretty boy?

I didn't even realise that I had posted the same chapter twice, I was using my wattpad app and it obviously messed up! But here you go, here's the actual part 5! ily xo

chapters start to get longer later on, I promise xo

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“I’ve got better ideas than this…” He muttered as he moved his lips away from mine, his forehead resting gently against my own as his eyes stared intensely into mine.

“Make your shit guitar teacher skills up to me.” I whispered against his lips, a smirk playing wickedly on my face. He took my hand, pulling me up from the sofa and leading me into his bedroom. He shut the door behind us and led me to his bed. His lips attacked my neck, sucking and biting at my skin as I fumbled with the hem of his shirt. He broke away as I pulled it over his head and I ran my fingers through his hair. He unbuttoned my shirt, taking it slowly down my arms with my bra before kissing down my chest. I felt goosebumps rise all over my body, his fingers playing with the button on my trousers. He popped it and slid them off my legs, throwing them on the floor.

He took my leg in his hands, kissing all the way up it and across my hips and stomach, back up to my lips. “Michael,” I breathed and he looked at me. “just get on with it.” He let out a small laugh and locked eyes with me.

“Thought you wouldn’t want it if I was a shit guitarist…” He chuckled, his hand lingering.

“That’s not what I said…” I muttered, feeling him agonisingly close to where I needed him.

“I tell you what, Natalie, I’ll prove I’m not a shit guitarist.” His words felt like fire as he spoke them into my neck, my name from his lips sending shivers down my spine. My back arched, my hips bucking as he dragged his fingers over my core. His eyes were locked to my chest as my breathing rate increased.

Soon enough, his fingers were proving he was definitely a guitar God and every time I clenched my eyes shut, I travelled into the galaxies. My mind was spinning just from his hand and the way it moved against me. Moving his hand from me in boredom, he placed it firmly on my hip and entered me, not digging his stubby nails in too much but just enough to leave a reminder. My hands were gripped in his hair, tugging whenever he hit the right spot and earning a moan from him. I could feel my high coming on and I begged him to go faster and he complied.

“Natalie, let it go,” he whispered in my ear as I could feel myself on the brink, and I did just that. I clenched my eyes shut and arched my back as I moaned in ecstasy. Michael made sure I’d definitely reached my high before reaching his own and pulling himself out, climbing under the duvet next to me and I was falling asleep with another smile on my face.

I woke before Michael again but this time I didn’t panic as much. I managed to slip out from under Michael successfully and pull on my jeans from the night before. I didn’t want to put on an uncomfortable shirt so I pulled on his plain black tee and started to search for a bathroom. Luckily, I didn’t have to go opening doors as it was opposite his room with the door wide open. In the mirror I could see Michael’s marks from the last night and I grinned to myself as I splashed water on my face, he sure knew how to leave a lovebite.

As Michael had thanked me last time with a bacon sandwich, I made my way to the kitchen only to find Calum and Luke already sitting at the breakfast bar.

“You again?” I was in Calum’s line of view so as soon as I walked in he noticed me.

“It would be nice of you to get a cup of tea for your guest.” My hand was on my hip as I challenged Calum’s stare. Then Luke decided it was his turn to stare. “What? Haven’t you ever seen a girl, pretty boy?” His mouth hung open as I sat next to him at the bar, waiting for my tea.

Luke ignored me as he turned back to Calum and whispered, “Is this the girl that stayed over the other night?” Calum nodded, looking over at me and I shot him a sarcastic smile.

I leant in and whispered along, “You’re attempt at a ‘private conversation’ doesn’t really work when the person you’re talking about is in the room.”

Calum placed a cup in front of me and held out his hand, “sorry, I’m Calum, we just aren’t use to Michael’s girls sticking around.”

“And never have they come over twice! What’s so special about you?” Luke was still staring at me as if I were an alien, his eyes looked close to popping out of his head. Calum started to call him rude and they carried on bickering till someone’s arms wrapped around me.

“Sorry for leaving you with them.” He kissed my jawbone and Luke’s mouth dropped open again. “You want to catch flies?” He directed this at Luke and moved away towards the cooker as I was chuckling.

I was watching Michael cook for me, yet again, and admiring the way his face looked when he concentrated. I was glad he was at Randy’s shop when he was, guitar lessons, sex and bacon sandwiches sounded like a good deal to me.