I covered my mouth as I yawned quietly. Mom and Dad had already gone to bed, both sick with a fever, and I was left in the dark of my room pretenging to sleep. My phone lit up under the covers and I swiped my thumb across the screen to answer the text. Michael had been messaging me all night, complaining about how he hadn't seen me all day, he missed me, and that his stomach was growling from hunger.
To: Baabe
Go order pizza. Or get some nandos
From: Baabe
but that would take too long!
Rolling my eyes, my fingers hovered over the keypad to type a reply, but a second suddenly came through.
From: Baabe.
I'm actually craving something different tonight.
Something sweet.. Like you.
I blinked, embarrasment slowly tinging my cheeks a warm red. Scoffing, I clicked my phone off and turned to my side. Michael could seriously go from adorable to perverted in three seconds flat and the suddenl change always gave me whiplash. I snuggled into my pillow, deciding to ignore the rest of his texts to punish him. But when I heard my phone vibrating a couple minutes later, I knew my will power was shit.
From: Baabe.
Princess, are you still awake?
From: Baabe.
I was only kidding ^^
To: Baabe.
Why arent you asleep?
From: Baabe.
I wanted to talk to you. I miss you. Plus, I told you I'm craving something sweet.
I squinted my eyes at the text. I knew it meant something dirty, but I didn't know what he was trying to get across by repeatedly saying it.
There was a soft rapping at my glass doors. I froze under the covers, listening carefully. We didnt have any trees nearby so it couldnt be a branch. Was the wind blowing leavs at my window? I heard the sound again, harder this time and done to the beat of a playful tune. My phone vibrated in my hands. It couldnt be.
From: Baabe.
Juliet~ Romeos getting cold out on your balcony!
Oh, but it was. I threw off my covers off and flew to my window, pulling the curtains back to come face to face with my boyfriend.
"What are you doing here?!" I whispered, mouth open in disbelief. He ignored my question, instead, flashing a bright smile that slanted his eyes into tiny crescents.I flipped the locks and pushed the glass side, stepping back to let him through.
"Well, hello beautiful," He murmured softly, eyes dark and mischievous.
I went aorund him and closed the window as quietly as I could. "Are you crazy? Michael you can't just-"
Hands grabbed my waist and pushed me up against the glass. I saw a hint of smirk before his plush lips pressed against my own. Instinctively, my body relaxed against him, fingers already curling into the fabric of his shirt.
No. Wait!
"Michael!" I hissed in the dark. It took every ounce of my being to push him away. "What the fuck?! My parents are sleeping down the hall!"
His laugh was void of any guilt or remorse, as if he found my outburst to be nothing more than a joke. I felt heat rising to my cheeks again as he lowered his lips to my ear. "Then I guess you're gonna have to be real quiet."
I barely had any chance to think before I was pulled off the glass doors and tugged towards my bed. Michael gave me a chast ekiss, smirked, and then pushed me back. He crawled on top and I leaned up to meet his lips. Holding my face in his hands, he slowed down his movements to open his mouth slightly. I felt his hot breath as I mimicked his action, and tilted my head to the side. His tongue circled around mine, and with a moan, Michael crashed our lips together, making me fall back into the bed as we played a game of dominance.
My hands found their way around his neck, needing him closer to my body, tingling with exitement. The fear of my parents in the next room was a dull roar at the back of my mind. All I wanted at this point was Michael and only Michael.
I felt him shift his weight over me, trailing his fingers in a tantalizingly slow pace down my chest. Over my stomach and just above the waistband of my shorts. He tugged on my bottom lip playfully and buried his face into my neck.
"May I?" Michael asked in a low voice, hot breath hitting against my skin. I gulped and dumbly nodded my head, unable to respond. His teeth bit down and I gasped in a soft whimper. Michael's mouth wet the area around the bite and he sucked, marking me as his own. His fingers finally hooked under my shorts and panties, pulling them down at th same time. Giving one last lick around my wound, he leaned back to fully get my shorts off, tossing them to the side. His eyes flickered up, a taunting grin at his lips.
"Can you be quiet?"
My heart stuttered from his unwavering gaze. I hated this part. I hated him. Michael always teased me- making me answer embarrassing questions that slashed at my pride.
"Y-yes" I said through clenched teeth.
His eyebrow cocked up at my tone. Hooking his hands under my legs, he dragged me down toward the foot of my bed, kneeling down between me.
"I don't know. I think only good girls can be quiet."
I sat upon my elbows to watch him trail butterfly kisses up my thighs. He stopped, just a mere inch away from where I needed his lips to be. "Are you gonna be a good girl?"
A whine escaped my throat. "Please." I didn't care that I was sounding desperate. I'd say anything Michael wanted to hear if that mean he'd hurry the fuck up. "I'll be a good girl. I'll be quiet."
Grinning in satisfaction from my submissive obedience, he wasted no time in bending down and pushing his tongue into me. A moan caught in my throat and I fought to hold it back. Michael's eyes flickered up and watched as I bit my lip. He wound his hands around my legs, blunt nails digging into the flesh of my inner thighs as he buried his face into me, tongue shoving in and out deeper and deeper. My eyes shut close tightly at the feeling, breath leaving shakily from my lungs as I tried not to make a sound.
Michael released one of my legs and used his fingers to spread me wider. He pressed his tongue hard against my entrance and licked up. I wanted to moan out loud. Fuck, his tongue felt so good. Tears pricked at my eyes at the tension built inside me with no way out. He continued his actions, sliding up higher each time he pushed against my clit.
I gasped out sharply, clamping a hand over my mouth soon after. Michael laughed.
"You might want to bite down on a pillow fore this."
I flushed at his words but reached up for a pillow anyway. Laying down on my back again, I rested the pillow on my stomach, placing an edge between my teeth. Michael smiled innocently up at me, as if I didn't have my legs hanging off his shoulders while he ate me out in the middle of the night with my parents in the other room. This fucker.
He held one of my legs firmly and used the other hand to run a finger up my entrance. Michael continued this- up, down, up, down pressing a little harder each time- until he brushed over that spot again. My whole body jolted and he smirked.
"There we go."
Michael placed his whole mouth over the area and sucked. A half moan escaped my lips, but I bit down and clawed at the pillow to muffle my voice. I whimpered as his tongue began to flick over it repeatedly, my back arching up into the air. This was torture. How could he expect me to be quiet when he was doing such sinful things with his tongue?
I gasped out loud. Forget the tongue. At that second, Michael had slid a finger into me and curled upwards. Suddenly he pulled away to kiss my inner thigh, lips wet and glistening from my juices as he slipped his finger out and added another.
"Michael," I moaned. It was so hard to be quiet while there was a boy between my legs that had two fingers in me.
He shushed me, voice shaking with small laughter. "Should I stop? I'll have to stop if you get any louder."
I whined and fisted his hair, pulling his mouth back onto me. He happily obliged by sucking my clit again while his fingers worked my inner walls. My chest rose and fell with heavy breaths in an attempt to avoid moaning, but I had no control over my almost scream as a third finger slid into me.
Fuck fuck fuck, god I was so full but it felt so good! My thighs clamped around him and squeezed without my doing. Michael set the speed, pushing in and out of me as his tongue flicked tortuously I felt my hips roll up, trying to get him to go deeper and harder as a string of breathless profanity left my lips.
"Michael!" I cried out desperately. I couldnt do this anymore. I was stupid to think I could stay quiet. This was Michael. Michael-fucking-tongue-of-a-god-Clifford. "S-stop, stop! I cant." I pushed him away, laughing slightly at his pout.
. "Don't make that face. Do you really like eating me out that much?"
Instead of answering he tried to dive back in, but I took the pillow and hit him over the head with it.
"No. Band," I scolded, but I knew I wasnt very threatening being sprawled out on the bed, cheeks flushed, and heart still violently hammering in my chest.
Michael stood up and towered over me. "Every good girl needs a bad boy." And there was that stupid smirk again. He licked his lips. "So..." I heard the unmistakable sound of a zipper and gulped. "You got me hard as hell over here, and I think this is a good position."
"Michael! My bed!"
He furrowed his eyebrows.
"It'd be too loud, my parents would definitely wake up."
Michael blinked, understandance slowly hitting him. Suddenly, his arms were around my waist and I was picked up. I immediately clung to him, legs wrapped around his torso as he set me on the floor. Thank god for carpets.
"Oh my god am I really doing this?" Covering my eyes with the back of my hand, I started to laugh quietly. He shifted between my legs and I heard the sound of plastic ripping. When I peeked below, he was already rolling the condom on, pants down to his knees.
"Was that in your pocket? You planned this all along, didn't you?"
Michael held his cock in his hands as he pulled his pants off the rest of the way, flashing me a crooked smile.
"Sneak into my house, fuck your bitch, leave, am I right?"
"Aw babe, you have it all wrong." He positioned his hands on my thighs, tip of his cock prodding into me slightly, and leaned down to catch my lips i a soft kiss. "I'm all up for cuddling afterwards, too."
Michael lowered his body and I felt him enter, streching my entrance and slowly filling me up in the most delicious way. My mouth fell open slightly as I gripped at his shoulders, eyes fluttering shit from pleasure. I heard him hum in approval.
"You make the prettiest faces when I fuck you"
He rolled his hips back and snapped them foreward. Michael liked it deep. He liked to feel his entire length inside of me and the quiet slap of skin as our bodies met eachother. Michael's actions were slow but powerful, as if he was trying to ride out the pleasure for as long as he could.
I breathe out in short, shallow breaths with each thrust, doing my best to keep my moans at little whimpers.
"Wish you didn't have to be so quiet," Michael whispered. I shuddered as his words tickled my ear. He got down on his elbows, hands curling up under my shoulders as he continued to roll into me. "I'd have you screaming right now if I could."
He had me trapped underneath him, softly crying out from pleasure, and all I could do was repeat his name over and over again. Michael groaned, lifting up just enough to stare into my eyes.
"Look at me," he ordered in a dark voice. "Look at me as I fuck you"
God he was so hot when he became like this. I gasped, holding back a yell as he rammed into me at an angle deeper than before. Was he trying to get us caught?
"Michael!" I whimpered desperately. My thoughts were a mess and my voice was getting louder.
"Michael, please!"
He seemed to understand as he reached up to cup my cheek, thumb grazing over my bottom lip.
"Shhh, be a good girl. You can take it."
"But I'm not a good girl!"
"You're not?" His voice went up condescendingly as he gave a toothy grin, eyes gleaming in a devilish way. "Oh then I guess that means I can fuck you like a bitch."
Michael suddenly got up, clamped a hand over my mouth, and pulled one of my legs over his shoulder. The bottom half of my body and he pounded into me, almost panifully so, but the overwhelming spike of pleaseure made me think nothing of it. A scream that had been supressed for so long escaped my throat, but it was muffled under Michael's palm. He swore sharply between every pant and groan, thrusting becoming erratic and losing rhythm all together. My back arched up and I saw a burning white behind my eyes. I heard Michael spit out one last curse as my walls contracted around him, his fingers dug into my thigh as he came.
The room was filled with his worn out panting and my little whimpers. He slowly pulled out of me, I keened from sensitivity. Michael chuckled and sat back, lazily taking the condom off and tying it at the end.
"You alright?" He asked breathlessly.
My eyes stayed shut and all I could do way lay there, gasping for air.
Michael slipped his boxers back on but threw his jeans at the side of my bed. I watched him through half-lidded eyes as he pulled my panties back up and into place, smiling the whole time. Without a word, he picked me up and walked me to my bed.
"You're not leaving, are you?" I asked quietly, rolling onto my side and tugging on his shirt.
"I'll stay for a little while longer, but I can't fall asleep here." He leaned down and kissed my forehead. "You wouldn't want your parentswalking in and seeing-"
A door opened in the hallway and we both scrambled away from eachother. Michael dove and hid at the side of my bed while I hurriedly jumped under my covers. There were footsteps and I prayed to god whoever it was just wanted a glass of water.
I heard two knocks, and my door tentively creaked open. Crap, I forgot to close my eyes.
"Oh, You're awake," My father said, covering his mouth to cough. "Did you have a nightmare? I heard a lot of noise and I thought I heard you crying."
"I..." Fuck you Michael Clifford. "Yeah, I had a nightmare. Its okay, I'm awake now. Thanks for checking on me, Dad."
My father squinted his eyes at me. "You look like a mess. And you're sweating."
I was gonna punch Michael in the face. "Oh, I am?" I said, innocently placing the back of my hand against my forehead. "Well, you know how nightmares are. It all just felt so real."
He pushed the door open and took a step into my room. "Why is it so hot in here? And whats that smell?"
"I feel fine," I said quickly. "I think you're coming down with a fever, Dad. And your nose isn't working properly because its stuffed up, right?" Did my voice just quiver? God, I hope he didn't catch that.
"You should get some rest before your cold gets worse.
My father tilted his head to the side as he stared at me. Did he know? Was I talking too much?
"Oh... I guess you're right."
I tried not to sigh too obviously. My heart was violently beating against my chest.
"Good night, Dad." I needed him out of here before he could ask anymore questions.
He grunted in reply, shuffling back towards the door. With one hand on the knob, he looked back at me, and I gave him a small wave. Shaking his head, he closed the door and went back to his room.
"...Is he gone?" Michael whispered.
My mouth set in a harsh line and I rolled off the bed. He was lying on the floor, and even if his hands were covering his mouth, the little cresents his eyes turned into was a tell-tale sign he was smiling.
"Get out." I kicked him in the stomach, but not hard enough to actually hurt him. He put his hands up in defense as I got down to smack him repeatedly on the shoulder. "Get out, get out, get, out, get out!"
Michael swiped his pants up off the floor and laughed as I continued hitting him until I chased him back to my window.
"Okay! I get it! Look, I'm leaving!"
He caught my wrist before I could land another one on his chest.
Michael tugged me forward and I stumbled into him, one hand grabbing my ass and pressing me closer. I gasped out in surprise and he attacked my open mouth.
Michael moaned as our tongues met each other again. I really fucking hated him. I really fucking hated myself for feeling dissapointed when he released my lips too soon.
"Thanks for satisfying my hunger." He winked, flashing that smile that I had grown so accustomed to, and turned to climb over my balcony and scale down the side of my house.
I stepped out and watched him jump to the ground safely, rolling my eyes and sliding the glass shut when he blew me a kiss.
