Smut prompt #40 leading into #50 for 2018 ol' man myers, please?
Love me some ol’ man Myers.
#40: “I’m not wearing any panties.” And #50: “Ride me.”
It was a busy day, you running around trying to get a million and one things done on your day off. It wasn’t a particularly hot, in fact it was a rainy day but the humid air made your hair stick to your forehead. Finally finishing folding the last shirt you threw it into the hamper, grabbing the handles and turning to go put the laundry away in your bedroom. You were taken aback as you took your first step into the room, there Michael sat at the edge of your bed, maskless trying to work a kink out of his shoulder. You’ve been meaning to ask him how he always gets into your house with out your knowledge but you knew he probably would never reveal his tricks. Asshole.
“You want some help?” You asked. Setting down the hamper next to the dresser before walking over to Micheal. He let out a grunt that sounded about as close to a yes without really saying so. You shook your head before sinking your knees into the bed and coming up behind him. Your kneed and rub his irritated shoulder, humming to yourself as you do. He was always so tense, even when he slept but you guess that’s what happens when you sleep in hospital beds for a good majority of your life.
Finally feeling the muscle relax after quite some time, you kiss the back of his neck before sliding off the bed determined to get the rest of your work done. But like usual, Michael had different plans. Snatching up your arm and pulling you back, wedging you between his massive legs. You rolled your eyes knowing there was no way you were gonna get anything done unless Michael wanted you to. Staring down at him you smiled, raising your digits to his jawline where you rubbed circles on his cheeks that were littered with grey facial hair.
Micheal leaned forward pressing a kiss to your collarbone, his hands coming up your waist pulling you closer to him. There were rare moments when Micheal sought out affection, most of the time you had to coax him into it but this was clearly a rare moment that you had every intention to savor. You could feel how his clothes were still wet from the rain and laughed to yourself how you would have to start another load of laundry. As he peppered more kisses across your exposed chest his hands ran down your back, over your butt and landed on the your thighs.
“I’m not wearing any panties.” You purred in his ear, his shoulders tensing under your confession. Intrusive hands trail up the back of your thighs looking to find if what you said was truthful. Finally reaching the bottom of your dress he groped at the globes of your ass, bringing you closer and slamming you down on top of his lap.
“Ride me.” His gruff and unused voice demanded. In his youth he definitely would have teased you more, made you a panting mess before he fucked you into oblivion. But these days he just wants you seeing stars, screaming while he takes you mercilessly and you certainly weren’t complaining. It didn’t take you long to tug the zipper of his coveralls all the way down to crotch, fishing out his lengthy cock and lining it up with your entrance. But Micheal seemed to have no patience to spare, pulling you harshly down on top of his length which in turn knocked the wind out of you.
A breathy moan trickling out and into the humid air as Micheal grabbed a hold of your pretty little waist. Lifting you up before bring you back down looking for the perfect rhythm to get you shaking in pleasure, that was always the end goal for Michael. You bounce on his cock, timing it just right so that you’re lining it up nicely with his thrusts, only inhanceing the shock waves shooting through you.
“Fuck… Micheal!” You cried out, resting your head in the crook of his neck. Muffling your moans into his coveralls but your mouth was so close to his ear that he could still hear every little noise that came out of you. This only fueled Micheal more, thrusting into your core harder than before. You desperately tried to keep up with The Shape’s pace but he was on a mission and he’ll be damned if he lets anything slow him down.
He loves watching you fall apart right in front of him, how you so desperately try to keep up but he knows your limits and intends to bypass them. The pressure was began to pile up and your clit was hit his pelvis just right. Along with sound of skin hitting skin and Michael’s heavy breathing were pushing you off the edge. You were now holding on to him so tightly you could feel his own heartbeat in his chest, fingers griping his silver hair trying to hold on to anything as everything became too much.
With another powerful thrust your vision filled with white, body clenching around the cock that was buried deep in you but Micheal kept fucking you through your orgasm. You screamed out his name which made his hairs stand up straight, craning his neck to get a better look at your face as you came from his cock. This in turn threw Michael over the edge. Your body shook as Michael’s seed shot threw you, painting you insides with nothing but him. He lowered you careful back down to the hilt of his length as you both caught your breath, observing your afterglow with interest. He never, ever, got tired of seeing you like this. So it should come as no surprise when he quickly flipped you onto your back with every intention to have you withering in pure ecstasy more than the last.
