Don't Stop | Michael Clifford

Chapter 44

"El, wake up, wake up, wake up!" I hear Michael say as he starts jumping in the bed, with a leg on each side of me. I groan tiredly, trying to push him off. "It's Christmas morning!"

"Mikey, you're twenty-two," I say, finally pushing him off.

"So?" he laughs, taking his head down to press his nose to mine. "You know I'm still a kid at heart." I laugh a bit, pushing at his chest as I sit up.

"And I love you for that," I say cupping his face.

"So, come on! Mum made waffles and scrambled eggs." I just nod, slightly pushing him off, taking a hand through my hair. Before I can even react, Michael has already grabbed me by my waist, lifting me off the bed. I squeak as he places me down on the floor again.

"At least let me get dressed," I laugh, him smirking.

"What if I like this on you?" he says, looking down at my body. I was in his oversized shirt, no bra and my underpants. I laugh a bit, playfully slapping his chest.

"I know you do, but I still would like to be dressed when I'm around your parents." Michael laughs, kissing my cheek, then going to nibble my ear a bit.

"And you know I would you to do the opposite when you're around me," he whispers in my ear with a hoarse voice, his hand going under my shirt to rub my waist. My breath gets heavy as my hands fist his shirt.

"Michael," I say, pulling away. He knows that I don't want to have sex while his parents are in the house, and he's taking advantage of that by turning me on all the time. "Don't, please." He smirks, kissing my cheek before running downstairs. "Damn you Clifford." I quickly get dressed before going downstairs where Michael is already going around the Christmas tree to see what presents are his. I love Christmas here, because it's sunny. I mean, I've never once thought about walking around with shorts on around Christmas time.

"Good morning Eleanor!" Karen chips, Michael finally looking up from the presents. I laugh at him as I sit down on the chair, Michael joining beside me, although he keeps looking at the presents. "Michael, let's eat breakfast first, okay?" He sighs, he's really acting like a little kid. I can't help but to bite my lip when I look at him. I then get an idea, he had been turning me on constantly and on purpose since we got here. I lay my hand in his thigh and I see him look at me from the corner of my eye. I start rubbing it as he shifts uncomfortably in his seat. I just take my hand closer to his crotch, rubbing it again. He clears his throat loudly. "Honey, are you okay?"

"Ye-" Michael starts, his voice starting in a high pitch before he clears his throat again. "Yeah, I'm fine." I feel him getting hard under my hand as his breath gets heavier.

"You sure? You seem a bit pale," Karen says and I finally remove my hand from his thigh, having both hands on the table.

"Yeah, you sure you're okay babe?" I say, feeling his forehead. "We don't want you getting ill on Christmas morning." He just nods, trying to smile while slightly glaring at me.

"I'm fine, I promise," he says, and I see him shift in his seat again. He then takes his mouth to my ear. "You think that's funny, huh? I'm gonna get back at you."

"You started," I say, smirking at him. "You've turned me on so fucking many times."

"At least it's not noticeable," he says, and I just smirk at him, kissing his lips, before turning to my food. By the time we're finish eating, Michael's pants aren't as tight anymore, but he excuses himself to go upstairs. At first I think he's going to the bathroom, but he quickly returns with a pair of sweatpants on. I'm sitting on the floor, Michael sitting behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist. He rested his chin on my shoulder, and surprisingly, he did nothing to try and turn me on. I guess he just wants to get his presents.