The Exchange (Michael Clifford Fanfic)

Chapter 4

“Come here” He says as he leans closer to my face. Without hesitation I comply.

This is so weird, I just met Michael and I just arrived to a foreign exchange program. I knew nothing of him or his background. Yet I was holding his gaze about to place a kiss on his pink lips.

His blonde hair was spiky and he had enticing blue eyes. I couldn’t resist. I knew his mom was down the hallway but nothing else mattered. It was my first night in Australia so I might as well make it memorable.

Even though he had his hand around the back of my neck, I allowed myself to move forward and kiss him. The kiss was soft and quick. It sent a rush through my veins. It felt as if I was an addict getting my daily fix. I needed this.

He breathed heavily as he lost all the breath that his lungs would allow him to have. I blush deeply noticing his reaction. I leaned in again this time our foreheads met and we both were staring at each others eyes. “I’m going to make you feel good Grace. Okay?” He whispered to me. He closed his eyes and swallowed.

“Mhmm.” I replied. I couldn’t find my voice. As I thought deeply about what was going to happen next, my thoughts were interrupted by his lips finding mine. His tongue enters my mouth and meets mine. Sending a tenses down to the pit of my stomach. I moan slightly on accident.

He grabs my leg and tosses it around his waist, so I was straddling him. He places his hands on my waist and pulls away from me. He sets me down the bed. And I lay back in response.

“Well nice to meet you Grace.” He smirks and rips my sweatpants off in one swift move. I smile and grab him onto me. He lays down on top of me and our hands begin to explore each other. I pull at his hair as the aggression flows through my veins.

He place his hand at my centre and places pressure right where I wanted him. “Oh fuck.” I say through gritted teeth. He places kisses on my neck and on my lips and tugs lightly on my panties.

He slides down and opens my legs. With each kiss placed on my inner thigh I felt a firework burst through my stomach. He bring his mouth closer and closer…

He finally places a kiss on my sweet spot. I cry out because the feeling is too overwhelming. “Shhh.” He purrs at me.

I couldn’t contain this feeling. Each flick of his tongue sent me closer and closer to my orgasm. He inserted a finger inside of me, making my back arch off the bed. I start to scoot away because the feeling was too much to handle. “Where are you going? Come here, I’m not done with you yet.” He says in a low voice and tightens his grip around my hip.

He continues the same motion over and over each time faster and faster. He sends me over the edge and continues to do the same motions as I come undone.

“Fuck.” I say out of breath. He licks his fingers in front of me and throws my panties and sweatpants onto the bed.

“Want me to show you where the shower is?” He says to me. “Yes please.” I slide my clothes back up my leg and get out of bed. I felt like I still couldn’t walk, I needed more time to recover. Nonetheless, I follow Michael into the bathroom and he turns on the water for me. “Turn it to the left for it to be warmer.” He says in a monotone voice.

“Okay.” I say, slightly confused.

“Well goodnight. Don’t be late for breakfast Gennie.” He says. “Uhh, its Grace.”

“Yeah, right. Whatever.” He mutters under his breath.

And then he left my room. Well what the fuck. Something was seriously wrong with him.

I hop in the shower and wash away all the filth that Michael just left me feeling like. I’m not a virgin or anything so it wasn’t that strange for us to hook up, but it just happened so fast that I had no time to think.

Usually I would allow myself to have more time to get to know someone, let alone make sure I was actually into them before things got sexual.

There was just something different about Michael Clifford. Hopefully this exchange helps me understand what he was really about.