“You don’t fucking listen.” The growl just sent another wave of warmth through. His fingers pulled out of me, and before I could fight for him, perfect circles around my clit brought out another long moan. As I reached out for him, I felt Michael’s lips against my cheek again. “Don’t beg for me to fuck you. Beg for someone who’ll treat you right.”
His lips smothered another mewl of desire as he plunged inside me again. He was kissing me, and suddenly, I wasn’t so sure this wasn’t all a dream. Without control of my body, all I could do was raise a single hand to cup his cheek, to try to pull him in. With him inside me, with him teasing me, nothing had changed. He still tasted so angry, so sweet. He was all of my favourite flavours, and as my high approached, he left me breathless all the same.
I hardly recognized he’d left by the time he pulled away. The fog grew thicker with every touch, and when I finally felt him settle between my thighs, I thought I’d slip away all together. An icy blade sliced my panties open at my hip, and then, all I could really feel was his impossibly hot breath on my thigh. Rough hands ran up and down my side, and when he grazed the soaked bandage on my side, it was like Michael shifted into something else.
Back to the boy who used to protect me.
Back to the boy who used to lo—
I was sure I screamed out when I felt that first tender kiss against my clit,knewI cried out when he spread me open. His fingers were in me again and the other hand moved to dig into my hip, stopping me from twisting away as he pulled my clit between his teeth. Every touch brought me to my edge, and as he alternated between his fingers and his tongue inside me, I thought I’d die on his table, die before I ever knew what it was to feel him buried inside me.
His name came out in a slurry, a mixture of drugs and endorphins rendering my tongue completely useless. Every whimper brought a growl against my clit, and I could almost feel the way his grip tightened against my hip. Michael rubbed at my clit feverishly as he left trails of kisses along my thighs, as he bit at my tender flesh, as he lapped at my excitement, and finally, I felt my body relax. Finally, I felt the world begin to slip away. As his fingers brushed over my g-spot, my world washed with colour. With his fingers inside me, I came harder than I ever had before, harder than I did the last time he touched me. Though, as my moans filled the room, the last thing I would hear were those quiet words hummed in my ear.
“I’m sorry, Birdie,” Michael whispered. “I’m so fucking sorry.”