BEHIND THE CURTAINS
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“ahh… michael… fuck!”
michael had you on your back in the middle of the big hotel bed, silk sheets twisted under your bare deep-brown skin, one of your legs hooked high over his shoulder while he stroked into you slow and deep. the kind of early-morning pace that felt like he was trying to ruin you before breakfast. every time he bottomed out you felt it in your stomach. your nails were digging little half-moon marks into his back. your hair—which was neatly pressed and curled was now a soft mess against the pillow. the only sounds in the suite were the quiet wet slide of him moving inside you and the soft broken noises you kept trying (and failing) to keep down.
his mouth was at your throat, voice low and wrecked. “look at you, tink. taking me so good this early…”
you were about to cum by now, i mean how could you not—michael was giving it to you reallll good. you could feel the pleasure tighten, hot pressure building up on and in your pussy—thighs starting to shake, breath hitching, mouth agape-
and then he just… stopped.
pulled all the way out with a soft wet sound, kissed the center of your chest once like an apology he didn’t mean, and rolled off the bed in one smooth motion.
you blinked up at the ceiling, empty and throbbing, legs still open.
“michael?”
he didn’t answer. he was already at the window, bare-ass naked except for the smile spreading across his face as he parted the heavy curtains with two fingers and peeked out—only revealing his head.
the second the glass reflected the morning light the screams from the street below exploded. hundreds of fans. cameras. signs. the whole block had somehow found the hotel again.
michael lifted one hand and gave a tiny, shy little wave. that soft, almost bashful smile beaming along with the sound hehe sound coming from his lips. the crowd lost its mind. you sat up so fast the sheet barely covered anything, naked breasts shaking.
“are you serious right now?”
he didn’t even look back. just kept smiling down at them like he hadn’t been balls-deep in you thirty seconds ago.
“they’re so sweet,” he says, voice all soft and fond. “listen to them…”
you scrambled off the bed, snatching the top sheet and wrapping it around your body like a toga, heart slamming. the second you were on your feet the reality of the situation hit: you were completely naked underneath this thin white fabric, still wet and open from him, and the only thing between you and a very public disaster was a half-drawn hotel curtain and michael’s questionable sense of timing.
you marched over and grabbed a fistful of the heavy drape, yanking it shut so hard the rings rattled.
the room dropped back into soft shadow.
michael finally turned, that same little smile still on his face, eyes bright.
“morning, baby” he cooed, like this was normal.
you stared at him.
“you pulled out,” you stated slowly, “in the middle of me—i was—to go wave at people?” you were dumbfounded, you could wrap your head around the fact that he would stop that magical process of making love to go wave at a bunch of strangers.
he had the nerve to look a little proud. “i heard them calling—you know i can’t ignore my fans. i just wanted to say hi.”
“hi?”
“mmhm.”
but he was in the middle of saying hi to this pussy…you clutched the sheet to your chest now, tightly against your chest due to the irritation building in your stomach. your pulse was still hammering between your legs where he’d left you empty and aching. the annoyance was real—hot and sharp—but so was the residual heat of how good he’d felt two minutes ago.
“michael. i am naked. dripping. from you. and you just left me mid-stroke to go be cute for the sidewalk.”
he stepped closer, completely unbothered by his own nakedness, cock still half-hard and shiny from being inside you. his hands found your waist over the sheet, thumbs stroking slow circles.
“you looked so pretty, though” he murmured. “eyes all wide. mouth open. i almost came just from that.”
“that is not helping your case, michael.”
“i checked the angle,” he added, like that made it better. “they couldn’t see past my shoulder. promise.”
you opened your mouth, closed it, then pointed a finger at his chest. “you are sooo lucky i love you.”
his smile stretched wider. “i know.”
he walked you backward until the backs of your knees hit the mattress again. the sheet started slipping. he helped it along, tugging the fabric down until it pooled at your hips, leaving your breasts bare to the cool air and his gaze. his eyes dropped, soft and hungry all at once.
“still mad?” he asked, voice dropping lower.
“extremely.”
“good.” he kissed the corner of your mouth, then lower, along your jaw. “stay mad. it makes your voice do that little thing.”
you tried to hold onto the annoyance, you really did. but then his mouth closed over one nipple and sucked slow, and the sound that left you was pure contradiction. his hand slid between your legs, two fingers gliding through the mess he’d left, finding you still soaked and sensitive.
“jesus, baby…” he breathed against your skin. “you’re still so open for me.”
you huffed, stilled slightly annoyed. “because somebody started something and then abandoned it for a damn meet-and-greet.”
he laughed, soft and warm, and the vibration went straight through you. then he was guiding you back onto the bed, crawling over you, settling between your thighs like he’d never left. the head of his cock nudged against your entrance, teasing, not pushing in yet.
you glared up at him, even as your hips tried to chase the pressure. “if you stop again to go wave at somebody i’m putting you out of this room.”
“okay, baby geez.” he kissed you deep, slow, tasting like last night and this morning and pure mischief. when he finally pushed back inside it was one long, smooth thrust that stole the air right out of your lungs.
you both exhaled at the same time.
michael dropped his forehead to yours, eyes half-lidded, that little smile still playing at the edges of his mouth even as he started moving—deeper this time, more deliberate, like he was making up for the interruption with interest.
“there she is,” he whispered. “my girl. taking me so good after i was mean to her…”
“y-yeah—mmm—very mean.” you wrapped your legs around him and dug your nails into his back in retaliation.
he groaned, hips snapping a little harder. the bed creaked. outside, the fans were still screaming, the sound muted now by the closed curtains but still present, like distant weather. michael seemed to hear it too, because he leaned down and put his mouth right against your ear while he fucked you steady and deep.
“they have no idea,” he murmured. “none of them. they’re standing out there yelling my name… and the whole time i’m in here buried in the only person who actually gets to have me like this.”
the words went straight to your clit. you clenched around him hard enough that his rhythm stuttered. he cursed softly, one hand sliding down to grip your thigh and push it higher so he could grind even deeper. every stroke dragged against that perfect spot inside you. the wet sounds of it filled the quiet suite.
“mmm- baby don’t stop!”you were already so close again from earlier. it didn’t take long. michael felt it building—felt the way your walls started fluttering—and he reached between your bodies to rub tight, perfect circles over your clit with his thumb.
“come on,” he breathed. “give it to me. i left you hanging earlier… let me fix it.”
the orgasm hit hard and sudden, rolling through you in deep waves. your back arched, a high broken sound tearing out of your throat before you could muffle it against his shoulder. michael kept thrusting through it, soft praises spilling against your neck, riding every pulse until you were shaking and oversensitive.
he didn’t stop.
he just slowed, kissed you through the aftershocks, then started building again—longer strokes, deeper angle, the kind of pace that said he was nowhere near finished. you felt him thickening inside you, the controlled way his breath was starting to hitch.
“again,” he says against your mouth, smiling. “properly this time.”
you laughed, breathless and still a little annoyed and completely gone for him “you’re ridiculous.”
“you love it.”
“unfortunately.”
he laughed, warm and quiet, and the vibration went straight through you. then he was guiding you into a different direction, but this time he lay down first, stretching out on his back against the pillows, cock hard and waiting against his stomach. he looked up at you with that soft, mischievous smile and patted his thighs.
“come here, honey” he murmured quietly. “ride me. make up for the fact that i was mean to you.”
you stared at him for a second, still annoyed, still throbbing. then you climbed on, straddling his hips, the sheet falling completely away. your deep-brown skin glowed in the soft morning light leaking around the edges of the curtains. michael’s hands settled on your waist, thumbs stroking the soft curve of your hips as you reached down, guided him to your entrance, and sank down slowly.
the stretch pulled a long, broken moan straight out of your throat.
“ahh—fuck—!”
michael’s head tipped back against the pillows, a low sound leaving him as you took him all the way. his fingers tightened on your hips.
“there she is,” he whispered, voice already wrecked. “my girl… taking every inch…”
you braced your hands on his chest and started to move—slow at first, rolling your hips the way you knew drove him crazy. every downward sink dragged another moan out of you, soft and high and completely shameless. the wet sound of you taking him filled the quiet suite. your hair fell forward around your face. michael reached up and brushed it back so he could watch every expression.
“oh my god… michael…” you moaned, voice already shaky as you found a rhythm, lifting almost all the way off before sliding back down deep. “you feel so good—”
“that’s it,” he breathed, eyes dark and locked on where your bodies met. “use me. take what you need.”
you did. your moans grew louder the longer you rode him—breathy little gasps every time the head of his cock dragged over that perfect spot, longer broken sounds when you ground down and circled your hips. your nails dug lightly into his chest. your thighs flexed with every rise and fall. michael’s hands stayed on your waist, guiding but never taking over, letting you set the pace while he watched you fall apart above him.
“look at you,” he murmured, almost in awe. “moaning for me like that… after i left you hanging…”
“shut up,” you managed, but the words turned into another high, needy moan when he thrust up to meet you. “ahh fuck! right there!”
he did it again. and again. matching your rhythm, hips rolling up every time you sank down so he hit even deeper. the dual motion pulled louder sounds out of you—soft at first, then full and shameless, the kind that echoed a little in the big hotel room. outside, the fans were still screaming, muted by the closed curtains. michael seemed to hear it too, because he sat up halfway, one arm wrapping around your back so he could pull you closer while you kept riding him.
“they have no idea,” he whispered against your throat, voice rough. “none of them. they’re out there yelling my name… and the whole time you’re up here moaning like this.”
the words went straight through you. you clenched around him hard and a sharp, shaky cry left your mouth as you bounced a little faster, chasing the building pressure. michael’s hand slid between your bodies, thumb finding your clit and rubbing tight, perfect circles in time with every roll of your hips.
“don’t stop… please don’t stop—” you moaned, forehead dropping to his shoulder as the pleasure sharpened. “michael… i’m so close—”
“i know, baby. i feel you. let me hear it.”
you came hard—back arching, a long broken moan tearing out of your throat as your walls fluttered and pulsed around him. michael held you through it, still rolling his hips up into you, soft praises spilling against your skin while you shook and moaned and rode out every wave.
you stayed there for a long moment after, still seated on him, both of you breathing hard. michael’s hands stroked slow patterns over your thighs and hips, soft kisses pressed to whatever part of you he could reach. outside, the fans were still going. michael lifted his head just enough to glance toward the closed curtains, that same soft, mischievous smile ghosting across his face.
you reached down and lightly smacked his chest without looking, the motion pulling a weak little aftershock moan out of you.
“don’t even think about it.”
he laughed against your skin, warm and happy and completely unrepentant. “wouldn’t dream of it, baby.”
you eventually eased off him and collapsed onto the sheets beside him. he immediately gathered you against his chest, one arm wrapped around you, the other playing idly with the ends of your hair. every so often a soft residual sound still slipped out of you when his fingers brushed too close to somewhere sensitive.
after a while he spoke again, voice quiet and a little shy around the edges the way it sometimes got when the playfulness settled.
“sorry i stopped earlier, tink” but his devious smile said otherwise.
you tipped your head back to look at him, still a little breathless. “no you’re not.”
the smile returned, soft and guilty and perfect.
“…okay. not really.” he laughed, a high pitched hehe filling the room again.
you kissed your teeth. “asshole”
he moved his head, wanting to kiss you but you just dodged his gesture making him pout.
“mama.” he says before trying again only getting the same result as you pressed a hand to his naked chest, keeping him at a distance. “let me kiss you.”
you shook your head, hand still on his chest. “nu uh you want to play games and I’m not here for it.” you scolded only making michael pout more.
you stared at him for a long second and he stared at you back. it was almost like a evil idea clouded his brain the way his face lit up in a devilish way.
“michael what are y- eeekk!”
right then and there, michael had climbed on top of you, caging your wrist on both sides of your head—legs weighted against yours not letting you sit up. you were completely resisted at his mercy. then he placed one big kiss on your cheek, then forehead, then finally your lips. each kiss punctuated with a smooooch! sound. you moaned to the kiss, body once tense from the impact was now relaxed and melting into michael’s love.
once he pulled away, he looked into your eyes. “i love you, tink.” you could never stay mad at michael. not when he’s giving you this toothy grin, smile lines widening over the curvature of his face.
“i love you too, baby….but if you ever do that again, i’ll kill you.” you were only half serious but your face said it all.
michael chuckled. “okay, mama.”
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