Don't Tell A Soul

The whole ride back to his flat was torcher. You could feel the sexual tension in the air and it kept getting worse as the minutes pass. I kept imaging Michael's hands on my skin, and the way he tasted on my lips. I wanted to know what he tasted like in other places as well. What would it be like if I just..

I bite my lip to keep from moaning just at the thought of what I was thinking about doing. I make my gaze shoot towards the window, pretending to be looking at something but really I was contemplating on acting on my thoughts.

I glance over to Michael and his gaze if focused on the road ahead of him. I could've been fooled to think that he wasn't really bothering until I saw how tightly he held onto the steering wheel. I smirk a little, and lick my lips moving to the inner consul to be closer to him.

I let my hot breath trickles down his face and I kiss on his neck. Michael clenches his jaw and adjusts his grip on the wheel. I kiss down his neck and start to lower myself. "What're you doing?" Michael breaths, smirking at me.

"I'll guess you'll have to find out." I whisper, and unzip the zipper on his jeans. Even from him sitting down, his member still springs out as prominent as ever. This time I moan at the sights of him and pump him with my hands. I carefully run my hands, up and down his shaft purposefully making him feel every single bit of it.

Soon I take him in my mouth, and bob my head up and down. Michael moans and steps harder on the gas pedal, me giving him a new reason to be get to his bed. I pump him with what my hands can't reach and continue to swirl my tongue around his tip, going back down and coming back up again.

"Oh.. mmm." Michael groans this time. "Stop."

I bob one last time, lick his tip and unlatch my mouth from him with a pop, slurping him up like a popsicle. When I raise my head up I see we're at his house and I feel a strange feeling in my stomach. A strange feeling that I was loving. Michael wastes no time climbing out of his car, and coming to my side to come and get me.

He had stuffed himself back in his pants, but his jeans were so tight I could see the bulge. "You're going to pay for that you know." Michael says in a husky tone.

Michael lifts me up and kisses me down my neck, placing me down on the ground and walking us backwards into his house. We keep our lips together all the way into the house, breaking apart when we needed air although at the time we really could care less about breathing.

I'm then lifted up onto the counter where Michael proceeds to take off my shirt throwing it on the floor and hoping on the counter top with me. He hovers over me in the dark and nibbles on my ear making me feel his hardy on my leg. He leaves little trails of kisses down my stomach making me moan, and knock a bottle off onto the floor. Thankfully for us, it wasn't glass.

"Let's go to my room shall we?" He grins and pulls me by my arm to his bedroom. I didn't have enough time to evaluate his room as I am thrown on the bed with a devilish looking Mikey. "I'm wasting no time, my dear." He winks and yanks down my shorts.

All the heat and moistures that I've been holding in since the park come running out as I'm exposed to the air. My cheeks redden as I realize that Michael is looking at my vagina. I try to close my legs, but he spreads them far apart, only making it harder for me. "Such a beautiful pussy." He mumbles.

He raises up to kiss me, takes his shirt off and runs his thumb over my clit. I moan instantly, and grip the sheets. Michael runs his finger up and down my slit teasing at the entrance. Eventually, he dips his finger into me making me gasp for air. "You like that?"
I nod, knowing that I couldn't trust my voice.

"What about that?" He mimics, pushing another finger into me curling them towards him and finding my G-spot every time.

I curl my toes in pleasure, but nothing could compare to when he puts his mouth on me. His tongue licks up my slit and linger on my clit making it hard for me to stay somewhat quiet. Then he puts his fingers back in me, and sucks at the same time.

At this point I'm losing control of myself. My hands grips his perfect locks in order to maintain some sort of stability and my inner thighs have begun to shake. "Michael.." I moan, grinding my hips into his face in order to create more friction. "I'm so close."

"Don't let go." He mumbles against me, making me almost come undone. Michael pulls away, and takes off the rest of his clothes. He joins me back on the bed, where I lay on my back with my legs closed because it added pressure that kept me going.

"Come here princess." Michael holds out his arms to me. I raise up and go towards him. He bends me over the bed and runs his member over me, collecting the wetness as a lubricant. Slowly he pushes into making me bite my lip, and throw my head forward being unable to have the strength to hold it up.

He rocks in and out of me, his palms firmly placed on the top part of my back and small of my back. Eventually he picks up the pace and is almost slamming into me, making me cry out in pleasure, not caring who heard anymore.

This only seemed to turn Michael on more as he continuously rammed into me at a faster pace each time. "I'm coming." Michael pants, and the brace on my back gets tighter.
A couple thrusts later and we both come undone. He rides out our highs and falls down on the bed. Needless to say, I was pretty tired after all of that, so I decided to lay next to him covering myself in the blankets to an extent.

I lay there and stare at the ceiling almost drifting off to sleep. I hear shuffling from Michael's part of the bed, but I don't both to look. "Want some?" He asks, and I have no choice but to look.

He held a shot glass full of vodka. "Sure." I take it from him and that's all she wrote.

~~~*~~~
My eyes flutter open and I squint as the sun seems so much more brighter than usual. As everything comes into to focus, I realize I'm in unfamiliar surroundings. I stay still as cautiously look around the room looking at the pictures on the walls. As I'm doing this, I hear light breaths beside me.

I turn over on my side and see a shirtless Michael sleepy soundly beside me. I couldn't ignore the constant pounding in my head, but I tried to look past it because one dreadful thought was swarming in my mind. The question was answered when I looked under the duvet to see the both of us naked with our legs intertwined.

I turn back over, knowing how bad it hurt my head to do so. "Shit, shit." I swear under my breath. I sigh and look back over to him sleep. How could I be such a heartless fool who cheats on their boyfriend. "Shit. Damn it." I swear some more. But the truth is, no matter how hard I swore or how many times I said it, I cheated on Max and nothing that I can do will change it. So with that...

"Shit, shit, shit!" I swear again, a little louder apparently, because it woke up Michael.

"Hey." He wears a crooked smile. "Why are you swearing over there?"

"Did we.. you know?"

"Fuck? Yeah." Michael laughs, but then grimaces in pain.

"Are we hungover?"

"We sure are. You drank me under the table, Perth."

"I don't know how you can be laughing at a time like this. I have a boyfriend, Michael." I scold him.

"You must not love him like you say you do." He shrugs, and looks at his alarm clock. "School."

I groan and crawl out of his bed not caring that I looked like trash or that I was naked because I mean he's already seen more than I wanted him too. "Where's my shirt?" Michael just shrugs and chucks on of his at me. I look at the chipped of logo of the Sex Pistols and put it on, finding a pair of his jeans and a really long belt that fit around my waist. I turn back around and Michael gives me a funny look. "My shorts are dirty now, and this shirt doesn't match them." I explain while tucking the shirt into the jeans.

"Michael we really shouldn't have done this. This can't happen ever again. Ever. Max is going to kill me." I run my fingers through my hair and pace.

"If no one knows then it's not really cheating." He suggests. I start to shake my head, but then it starts to make sense. I look up at him and beg him with my eyes not to say anything. "Don't worry. I won't tell a soul." He say with his hands up in defense.

I find my Docs and throw my hair up in a messy bun, exiting the room to look for my shirt. Luke and Calum stand in the kitchen laughing until I come out. Luke smirks and Calum holds my shirt. "Looking for something?"

I bite my cheek and grab it from him. "The walk of shame, eh?"

I roll my eyes. "We've got school. Look I know you guys hate me for whatever reason, I don't know. But don't try to say that I'm a slut that sleeps around with everyone because I'm not."
Luke smiles this time, biting his lip ring. "We don't hate you, Perth. We just don't know you and I don't do well around people I don't know."

"I know how you could get to know us more." Calum chimes in. "Join th-"

"No." I shake my head.

"Come on, Marley!" They exclaim. "All you're doing is getting people to join the gang."

"And I can see why you need help since you've been trying for months and can't get me to join." I sarcastically shrug.

"Would you at least take it into consideration?" Luke asks.

"Done. No." I respond.

"Really just think about it."

I roll my eyes. "I'll be in the car."I walk out and almost fall flat on my faceas I remember that Max will be having lunch with me today, and Michael will be there.

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