Troublemaker (5SOS)

Chapter Fifteen

Michael, still shirtless, climbed under the covers with Tara and pulled her close.  Her lips easily found his in the dark, like ending up on a familiar street when you can't find your way home.  He was shaking, only slightly, as she traced the waistband of his jeans with the tips of her fingers.  As he let his head fall back onto one of the pillows, Tara's lips traced his jaw, down to his adam's apple, and past the pounding heart in his chest.  He stopped her before she could keep moving south, and brought her face back to his so he could kiss her deeply.

Gently rolling her onto her back, Michael kept one hand entangled in her hair, and one propping him upright as he slyly slid his tongue into her mouth.  She pressed into him, like she wanted it all.  He never felt like he was falling in love with someone so fast; the sensation was making his head spin.  There was so much chemistry between them, it was hard to picture feeling like this with anyone else.  It certainly hadn't happened like this for Michael before.  As they adjusted to the darkness, they could see each other perfectly, although they both reacted mostly by touch.

Tara pulled the dress off once more, leaving her in nothing but the lace panties that Michael was aching to rip off.  She took his rough hand in hers and slowly guided him from her breast, past her ribs, and directly to feel how wet he made her.  As he massaged her, his stunning eyes watching her arch her back and bite her lip, she wanted to moan but kept it bottled up inside.

Ever-so-slightly, she whispered his name, making him throb.  He growled in frustration, muffling the sound into the pillow she rest her head on.  Before he could make her come, they hastily ripped the remainder of their clothing off.  Michael hovered above her, kissing her fervidly.  She could feel him- all of him- against her, and she ached to feel him inside.  In the moment, she didn't care what anyone thought, she knew that she needed this.  She knew that she needed this with Michael, because when they were together, everything made sense.  Every sensation seemed to multiply.  The hair stood up on end when he was around, like what they had between the two of them was electric. 

Michael slid inside of Tara, making her gasp audibly as she clenched her thighs around him.  He bit his lip as he thrust, watching her squirm below him.  He wasn't thinking straight- if at all- and he almost wanted to tell her how deeply he felt for her. 

"Tara," he forgot that they were trying to be quiet, and she slapped her hand over his mouth, her eyes wide.  Thank god.  He almost ruined this entire moment.

They stayed completely silent for a moment, listening for the sound of any voices or shuffling.  Nothing.  It was almost as if they had the house to themselves again.  Michael brought his mouth back to hers, and she kissed him with more force than before. 

"I want you to fuck me like you mean it." She whispered, running her hands through his hair.  He raised his eyebrows, stunned, but completely turned on.

Suddenly, they were the only people who existed, and they existed only for the sake of each other.  Tara grasped the bedding, fingers digging into the sheets as he made her moan, muscles contracting uncontrollably.  By the time they'd finished, they were both glistening with sweat and completely out of breath.  The air conditioning kicked on, making them shiver and get close under the covers, but as Michael tied the condom and placed it on the bedside table next to him, he noticed a notification from Ashton on her phone, and he suddenly felt a pang of guilt.  They were no longer the only people in existence.