desc: after a date with michael, things get heated in the limo on the ride home.
content: MDNI. smut, oral (m!receiving), fingering, p in v, public setting (?), risky sex, mature era, praise, breeding
Michael looked good, dressed in an all black suit, sleek and glossy hair with a smooth finish. He wanted tonight to be perfect, wanting to be able to get his mind off all the tabloids and stress from the press. He wore his favorite cologne- Tom Ford Black Orchid- making sure his suit was ironed and ready to go once you finished getting dressed.
He’d went as far as buying you new heels for the date, black stilettos that matched the expensive black gown you wore. The dress had a long slit in the side, showing off your thigh but not enough to be vulgar or sexual.
However, he always thought it looked sexual. But tonight he didn’t care, he got to spend the night with his wife, why would he care? It kind of baffled you when he set the dress on your shared bedspread, requesting you wear that one tonight, especially to an expensive place like he’d chosen.
The restaurant was nice, a dimly lit space with candles on tables and people gently speaking around them. Michael sat across from you, his hands softly fiddling with his napkin as he glanced around. He wasn’t the best in social spaces, but with you by his side, it made everything a tad bit easier.
He seemed to have calmed himself down by the time the waiter arrived, pen in hand, ready to write down whatever Michael told him. Your brows softly furrowed when he ordered the most expensive champagne on the menu paired with two flutes, enough to calm his nerves and get him through the rest of the dinner.
Once the waiter walked away, you softly smiled at him, your eyes glinting with happiness, “I’m glad we were able to get out tonight.” You mentioned, knowing his schedule had been very packed recently. It hadn’t put a strain on your marriage, if anything the tiny amount of time you spent together brought you closer.
“Me too.” He replied, his voice gentle and steady, his dark eyes flashing with a subtle hint of hunger. “You look absolutely gorgeous, if I may say so myself.”
His joke made a soft breath leave your lips, mirroring a laugh but not quite. You knew why he said that, he’d practically styled you tonight, putting the fabrics on he wanted. The ones he’d take off later.
“You have good taste.” You hum softly, your foot sliding up his leg under the table, caressing skin through his pants.
His breath hitches as he feels the pressure of your heel on his inner thigh. “Baby, what..” He trails off, staring at you with wide eyes and flushed cheeks.
“I’m not stupid, Mike..” You start, leaning closer, your elbows squeezing on the table in a way that makes your breasts shift and show more cleavage, “I’ve seen you eyeing me all night, in the limo, before we left…”
His hand tightens around the napkin, his pulse spiking. His breath seemed to get heavier every inch you get closer to his clothed cock. His eyes glanced down at your breasts, the sight not helping the ache forming between his legs.
“You’re not bein’ fair.” He grits out, trying to shove your foot away before his eyes snap up, meeting yours again.
The waiter approaches, setting down the flutes and the champagne. Michael’s heart is now practically beating out of his chest, the pressure of your foot on his crotch is making his mind go wild with thoughts of leaving dinner now and fucking you in the limo.
After dinner, which was straight torture for him, he rushed back to the car. He nearly finished in his suit pants while eating, your foot wouldn’t let up. He gripped your wrist, tugging you straight through the groups of cameras and questions, his eyes full of lustful determination.
Once you got in the limo, you set your black clutch beside you, crossing one leg over the other. The slit in your dress widened, showing more of your thigh, which made Michael shift, hand immediately going to grip at your skin.
“Wanna explain what that was?” He asks, hand slowly moving your legs to spread them, giving access to where he desperately craved to be.
You let your legs slightly fall open, his hand gliding up further and further under your dress. His skin was smooth, grip not too tight.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about..” You giggle softly, his hand sliding up your inner thigh, fingers teasing the edge of your lace panties. They were damp, already turned on just by what occurred at dinner.
He smirks, rubbing his fingers through your folds, looking at the way your lips part as if you were going to let out a moan. Bill Whitfield, Michael’s bodyguard and the man who drove you two today, glanced back, oblivious to what was going on beneath your dress.
“Bill, would you mind rolling up the partition?” Michael’s voice comes out smooth, his fingers gliding up to rub your clit through your panties.
Bill doesn’t question it, just simply clicks the button, giving the both of you pure privacy. You bite hard onto your lip, trying to be quiet as Michael’s fingers move up to toy with the waistband of that lace.
“Michael, what if someone sees us?” You whine, gripping onto his wrist as his hand dips further into your panties, feeling your slick.
His lips curl into a devious smirk, fingers softly applying more pressure to your clit to watch you squirm and struggle to stay silent, “All the windows are tinted in the back, baby. If anyone would see anything, it’d be through the front.” He reasons, nodding to the partition that now blocked Bill’s and anyone else’s view of you two, “That keeps them from seeing a thing.”
You let out a shaky moan, head tipping back as his fingers drag circles over your little bundle of nerves. “Michael, oh fuck..”
He leans over, pressing his lips to your jaw, trailing them down to your neck. His movements were slow and steady, dragging out soft whines from your throat.
His fingers slip lower, his middle finger teasing your entrance. He could feel the bead of arousal threatening to slip out, his finger gathering it and bringing it up to rub against your clit.
“What do you want from me, sweetheart?” He murmurs, his middle finger going back to tease your entrance, not quite pushing in yet just resting there.
Your head lulls back, hand tightening around his wrist. God, he was such a tease, getting back at you for what happened at the table. “Fuck me..” The words came out barely audible, more of a breath and something spoken.
His smirk deepens, slowly pushing a finger into your heat. He groans softly at the feeling of your cunt wrapping around his skin, your juices soaking his palm already.
“Drippin’ already and i’ve barely touched you..” He hums, slowly curling his finger to hit just the right spot. When your moan escapes, slightly loud, he cuts you off with a soft suck of his teeth, “Gotta be quiet, baby.. Don’t want Bill hearin’ do we?”
His finger quickens its pace, his eyes locked on the way your body writhes beneath his hand. He knew you wanted this, he knew that from the moment you sat down and took that first sip of champagne. He got lose when he drank, more risky, and he was drunk enough to know he was going to fuck you in this limo tonight.
His ring finger slides just as deep, curling at a faster pace now, wanting to draw out your orgasm. You suck your bottom lip, biting rougher to try and muffle your sounds.
“There you go, just feel..” He whispers, the sound of your slick filling the back of the limo as his fingers tap right up against that spot that makes your walls clench around his digits.
Your hand moves from his wrist to tightly grip his thigh, your legs trembling as you spread them wider. “Michael, I can’t..” You pant, heat spreading further down, your core clenching as your orgasm approaches, “I’m gonna come, oh shit!”
He speed up his curling, feeling your walls fluttering around his fingers as your juices drip down onto his palm, “There it is, there’s my girl..”
He slowly slides his fingers out, spreading his legs. There was enough room in the back of the limo for you to slide onto the floor comfortably, hands bracing on his thighs. He unbuttons his pants, lifting his hips to tug them down enough to free his hardness.
It was big, bigger than average, thick and veiny. His tip glistened already, pre-cum starting to drip down the tip just the tiniest bit. He could feel his cock throbbing for relief, he’d been hard and leaking since he got into the limo, needing something to relieve him.
You softly lean back on your heels, softly smiling down as you grip him at the base, offering just a few small strokes. “God, look at that pretty cock..”
His brows furrow, a soft groan erupting from his chest, “Don’t tease, you’ve done enough of that tonight.”
You lean forward, pressing softly kisses against his girth, his eyes fluttering shut at the sensation of your lips. His fingers comb through your hair, not tugging, just there- resting on the top of your head.
Your tongue softly juts out, licking a stripe from his base to the tip, tasting the sweet pre-cum beginning to flow down his shaft. You hum softly, savoring that sweetness on your tongue.
His breathing picks up, watching you with quiet intensity, waiting for you to wrap your lips around him and take his cock into your throat.
“C’mon, please, baby..” He pants, his hands gripping the edge of the seat tightly, “I need you.. Need that mouth on me.”
You smile softly, kissing directly against his tip, your lips gloss with his essence. You dart your tongue out, swirling around the most sensitive part of his shaft, watching as his face turns up in pure pleasure- brows furrowed, lips part in an O shape, head tilted back.
Your lips stretch around his cock, warmth engulfing him. His fingers tighten in your hair, guiding you to go further down onto him. He groans, the sound unexpected and shaky. His hips threaten to buck up, to push himself deeper into that heat of your mouth, wanting more- needing more.
“Oh, just like that, take it deeper.” He pleads, his eyes rolling back into his skull as you softly suck, your cheeks hollowing around him.
Your head begins to bob, dragging your mouth up and down his length, craving more and more of him. You speed up, drool beginning to drip down your chin and onto his pants, making a mess. He loved when you sucked him like this, your face getting messy along with his cock.
It turned him on so badly.
A guttural grunt left him as he stops holding back, his hand holding your head in place as his hips snap up to push his cock deeper into your mouth. You moan around him, eyes rolling back as spit foams around his thickness, your mouth used completely at his disposal.
“Oh this fuckin’.. Mmph!” He groans, hips picking up their pace. He didn’t even care about being quiet, all he cared about was spilling down your throat, leaving you breathless with makeup running.
He tugs back enough, letting you catch your breath, slapping his tip right against your plump lips. You looked a mess, lip stick smeared, chin sopping, eyes teary. He hums in satisfaction, rubbing the length of his hardness against your lips, cherishing that look on your face.
He slides back into your mouth, a shaky breath leaving him. His hips buck, his tip nudging the back of your throat, a gag making your throat constrict around him tip, the feeling causing his fingers to clamp around your locks.
“Oh god, gonna make me cum in that pretty mouth..” He pants, his hips beginning their rut against your chin.
You moan, the sound muffled once more, sending a wave of pleasure through him. The vibration alone almost sent him over the edge, his cock twitching against your tongue. He nods, pleading without words, not wanting you to stop.
He holds your head, finally spilling down your throat, the warmth coating the back of your tongue, the substance beseeching to be swallowed.
He pulls out, watching as your throat bobs, his come getting sent straight to your stomach. The sight makes his lashes flutter, his stomach curling with warmth once more.
You whine, looking up at him with need, your pussy soaked and aching for him. “Please..” That was the only thing you could get out, your voice hoarse from him face fucking you.
He smirks, tugging you up, spinning you to have your back against his chest. His hands slide under your thighs, spreading them perfectly, your glistening cunt face the partition. He pants against your ear, one hand sliding beneath you as he tugs your lace to the side, cool air hitting your slick.
A soft moan leaves your lips, his spit covered cock poking at your entrance. His hand goes to the base of himself, softly alining it, “Lean back, relax..” He whispers, pressing a soft kiss to the shell of your ear.
You comply, back resting right against his chest. He slowly lifts his hips beneath you, finally stretching you out. I shaky breath leaves you, hand gripping onto his thigh. He slowly moves, dragging himself in and out of you, hands tightening around your thighs.
It felt so good, feeling him deep inside you, practically in your stomach. “Mike..” You whimper, head resting back against his shoulder, “Oh, this is so bad..”
He chuckles softly, the sound rich beside your face, “Don’t act like you don’t love it.”
He was right, you did love it. Whenever you’d have sex anywhere you could get caught, it sent a thrill through you, a kind of excitement nothing could match. Your heart raced, skin flushed. He reacted the same, his thrusts always sloppier, more rushed as his adrenaline spiked.
His leans back, moving his hips faster against you, shoving himself deeper into your cunt. He let out a soft groan, gritting his teeth as he tried to stay quiet. “So fuckin’ deep.” He hissed, hips snapping up in a fast, repetitive motion.
You could feel the heat spreading lower, more slick forming around his cock, dripping down onto his balls. Your chest heaves, walls clenching, pulling him further in. “Michael, it’s too.. Oh, god.” You couldn’t even finish your sentence, completely drunk off the feeling of him fucking you like this.
The only sounds in the back of the limo were his heavy breaths mixing with yours, the sounds of your skin slapping against each other, slick leaking everywhere. His pants were damp at the zipper, partially from your spit and partially from your juices flowing onto him.
His hand moves, arm wrapping around your waist as he gets rougher, slamming into you with an intensity that makes your body tremble. “So tight f’me. Gonna make me come in that pretty pussy.” He pants, pressing a sloppy, wet kiss to your shoulder, “Gonna breed my beautiful girl.”
His words come out slurred, not from the alcohol consumed tonight, but from how good it felt to have you wrapped around him after all that teasing. His hips stuttered, a throaty groan erupting from him.
“Make me come baby..” He pleads, needing to feel you clench around him.
You frantically nod, silently begging him for more. The heat spreads further, your stomach coiling as your orgasm approaches. “Mike!” Your voice comes out a lewd squeak, his hand clamping up over your mouth.
He holds your waist tighter, slamming up into you faster, harder. You moan against his hand, eyes rolling back as he tips his head back, feeling your walls fluttering around his hardness. He twitched inside you at the feeling, his cock aching for release.
“Just like that.. Oh, fuck.” He pants, his hips not slowing down, fucking you straight through your orgasm.
He bites his lip, feeling your juices flow down his cock, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. He was gone, completely consumed by the feeling of your body trembling against him. He thrusts himself deeper, his tip hitting that sensitive spot inside you over and over, tiny squeals leaving you.
It didn’t take long for him to come, a few more sloppy thrusts, harder than before, and he was spilling inside you. Buried to the hilt, his cock throbbing and twitching as his warm release fills your walls.
He smirks, offering one last stroke inside your walls, his chest heaving against your back. The limo comes to a halt, his cock sliding from you with a lewd pop, his hand carefully sliding your panties back into place. “Fuck, such a good girl.” He laughs, helping you slide back onto the seat beside him.
He doesn’t bother cleaning himself, he just places his cock back inside his pants, both your releases painting his skin.
“Mr. Jackson, we’re here.” Bill announces, opening the door at the right time, both of you fully covered and situated. He winks at Bill, taking your hand and leading you up his driveway.
AN: this is a result of me listening to partition by beyoncé while remembering the interview michaels bodyguard gave about him making out in the back of his limos.
