Can’t Make a Hoe a Househusband, Pt. 2
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Chapter Seven: Liar
You finally have the conversation with Michael that you’ve been meaning to have in the exact way you never wanted to have it.
“Mmm, stop.”
“Stop it.”
“Darling, please.”
You grinned at the way Michael’s lip twitched every time you hovered your fingertip over his beard. It was cute, and if it got you to hear more of that sleepy, sexy rasp of his at the ungodly hour it was, all the better.
After he kissed you stupid the first time you woke up, you’d snuggled down for another few hours. Now, it was still way too early in your opinion, but you couldn’t resist when you saw the way his lip had curled when you had attempted to gently trace his cheek bones.
You pouted when he grabbed your hand and brought your fingertips to his lips for some soft kisses. His eyes were shut but he had a smirk on his face.
Rubbing the side of your face against his chest, you whined low as he held your hand in front of your face in his own, and the other around your waist squeezed you once before his grip relaxed.
“You’re restless.” he commented.
“You make me restless.” you whispered into his collarbone.
When he stayed silent, you tilted your head to look up at his peaceful, yet softly smiling face. Truly letting your restlessness get to you, you shoved his hand away, which made him open his eyes just as you climbed on top of him. He hummed as he leaned his head back, eyes closed again, as he hands stroked the skin of your sides.
Your nipples hardened in the cold air of the morning, and you lifted your hands to play with your tits. Your hot core pressed to his abs, you moved your hips.
That caught Michael’s attention.
“You gonna get my stomach all wet?” He chuckled.
You huffed and leaned over him, letting the hardened peaks of your nipples brush against his own chest as his fingers spread over your ass, “I remember when you wanted me to get your dick wet.” you teased.
Michael grinned, and dragged his hands up to your hips before he abruptly shoved you back so his morning wood poked against your lips, “Be a good girl,” he said lazily, “and sit in Daddy’s lap.”
You rolled your eyes as you lifted your hips and reached behind you. Playfully, you tugged on his balls before you wrapped your hand around his thickened hilt. You looked back down at Michael and saw the way his lips had parted, and had lost its grin. Knowing you had him, you lifted your hips more, and he held your waist as you slowly sunk down every inch of him.
You hissed and sucked in a breath as your puffy, swollen entrance spread for him. You bit your lip when you felt his cock get slicked by what was no doubt his leftover cum from just a few hours ago. At that sensation, the smug smile returned to his face. You slapped his chest lightly, but didn’t say anything to him.
Instead, you pushed your hips forward and then lowered them before you pulled them back and lifted them. The hot drag of you riding him, moving forward and back as you lifted and dropped your hips made you feel every ridge around his cock as your pussy gripped him.
Michael’s breath was shaky as you rode him like that. Your swollen walls held him so tightly you could feel the rim of the head of his cock getting rubbed and squeezed as it got near and away from your entrance.
With his eyes shut, you took the opportunity to drop your head back, and let your hands wander. They went the same route they usually went when you were alone. You skimmed your collarbones with your fingertips and heavy exhaled as you dragged your own touch down your sternum, between your tits.
Pushing your hips down, you circled your hips as you kept him buried inside of you. He filled you so well, you could feel exactly how hot and how hard he was between your walls. You fit him like a glove, and every time you pushed down a bit harder, you felt his cock kiss the deepest part of you. The bit of pain it gave you had you twisting your nipples. Needing more, you licked your fingertips wet and rubbed the tips of the engorged flesh.
Lifting your hips, you slowly lifted yourself an inch before bearing back down on him. Your fingertips dragged around the curve of your breasts before one hand closed around your tit. Before your other could make it down your clit, a much larger hand pressed to your pelvis.
“God, you’re gorgeous.” Michael rasped.
Your eyes snapped open and you brushed your hair back as you blushed.
“No, no, darling,” Michael softly cooed, one of his hands lifted to your cheek, “let me watch.”
He pressed his thumb to your lower lip and lightly pulled on it. Ignoring it, you turned your head and kissed his palm. Looking down at him with his palm against your jaw, you kept riding him slowly and thoroughly as he looked up at you in complete peace and awe. His hand circled your lower stomach, right above where your slit was split with him.
“Let me watch.” he repeated.
Looking away from him, cheeks blazing and your skin on fire from his gaze, you touched yourself.
“Baby,” you sighed as your finger tip touched your engorged clit and rolled it as his fingers stroked the sensitive skin between your thigh and pelvis, “oh, I feel it.” you whispered.
A pressure had built towards the top of your cunt, and you could feel a twin sensation right behind your clit too. The more Michael’s cock pressed to it, the more sensitive it became and the harder you rocked against it.
Michael moaned lowly, “I feel it, darling,” he said softly as his hands went to your hips, “take what you need.”
Your head dropped back as you whimpered and kept grinding in his lap. The pressure point he was pressing inside of you swelled with your pleasure, a fact that made your moans louder. The touch of his tip against it must have felt otherworldly to Michael was well, because he started to get a little restless underneath you.
His fingers flexed against your waist as you pressed on your clit. Lifting one hand, your whole body jolted when he cupped one of your tits and squeezed it. Your cunt contracted around him and you both moaned loudly. With your knees on each side of his waist, you controlled the pace.
But Michael could still control the position.
You gasped loudly when he suddenly sat up so you were chest to chest, and his knees spread and bent underneath you. The change in position made you sink down until he was pressed firmly to your g-spot. Every movement of your hips made you gasp and moan while your body shook.
Michael panted against your neck as his arms wrapped around your waist and across your back to cradle the back of your head. He couldn’t stop moving as he held you close and rocked with you in his lap. He kissed your collarbones as he muttered into your skin.
“My heavenly girl.”
“M’sorry, I couldn’t take it, darling, barely can now.”
“So beautiful.”
“Made for me.”
You whimpered at his soft words as your eyes teared up. The pressure and the praise inside of you felt shaken bottle ready to explode. When Michael felt your body tremble in his arms, he cooed at you through your release.
“Just let go, baby.”
“I got you, m’here.”
“Let go for me.”
You whimpered as he gently sucked on one of your nipples, but quickly released it with a loud hiss when you tightened around him hard. Your fingers gripped his shoulders and dug into the crevices between his sculpted muscles as your orgasm was dragged out.
“There you are, love.”
He sighed when he felt the gentle burst of your g-spot finally letting you cum. You both felt the way the pressure inside of you dissipated as your cum leaked down Michael’s shaft and balls. Instead of the hard gushing your wilder sex made you squirt like, this was a slow, gentle flow that had you holding Michael closer to you as you were eased into bliss. You could feel yourself shaking as your whole body tensed.
“Shhh,” he cooed as he lowered himself back on to the mattress, “you’re so good.”
Michael kissed your forehead as you snuggled under his chin. Partially on top of him, he stayed inside of you. At the feeling of his rigid, hard cock filling your fluttering walls, you tried to move, but found his firm grip around you stopped you from moving.
“No, darling, no,” he softy told you as he kissed your temple, “It’ll still be here when you wake.” he teased softly.
With an amused huff, you let your heavy eyes roll shut as you drifted back to sleep.
-
Something was rocking.
You inhaled sharply when you felt the movement of the bed and a pressure between your legs. Your eyes snapped open as you woke and realized Michael was behind you, his arm curved under your side and his hand splayed on your tummy. A glance down at yourself made you realize the red tip of his cock peeked out from between your thighs. The tip glistened with his precum and left streaks between your thighs.
“Oh fuck, you’re awake, finally.” he groaned as he roughly bit the skin behind your ear.
“Michael!” you yelped as the hand that curved under your side squeezed one of your tits and the other on top of you pulled your knee up to your ribs.
He made a satisfied sound as he hooked his arm underneath your knee to keep you open. You shivered as the sheets were kicked away and the cool air in the room brushed against your exposed, sloppy pussy. You could feel how covered in cum you were, and how you were still pretty wet.
“Been waiting,” he grumbled as he moved his hips impatiently, his swollen tip catching on your entrance a few times before it pushed off your mound, “put me inside, baby.” he beckoned you.
You panted and shivered as you reached for his cock and pushed it against your entrance. It took two thrusts, but he finally sunk into you and filled you with strong, choppy thrusts. You weren’t sure how long he’d been so horny, but it had been long enough for him to lose his patience and composure.
“You still half asleep, darling?” He growled into your skin as he pushed into you, “Delirious on my dick?”
You giggled dreamily as you felt lightheaded from being shook and overstimulated when half asleep.
“How long-”
“Long,” Michael groaned as he pushed himself inside of you and moved his hips, grinding into your sex, “woke up still in this sweet cunt,” at his sharp thrust, you squealed, “was fucking you all nice, had you moaning in your sleep,” he gasped as he licked your neck and told you about what he’d done to you, “but then you rolled off of me and rolled over.”
You licked your lips as he impatiently fucked you.
“Had me between your thighs like a teenager who couldn’t find your hole.”
You chuckled, until he slapped your tit.
“Ooh, fuck, I like the way that looked.” he said into your ear and slapped your swollen boob again.
You leaned your head back against his collarbone, letting him fuck you sideways, literally, his balls slapping against your ass and thighs while his hand slapped at your tits. A chorus of moans slipped past your swollen lips as he continued using your body to give you both pleasure.
It felt like your pussy hadn’t recovered at all from last night, and before you knew it, you right at the edge again. You could feel the electricity coursing through you, pure arousal that promised to steer you to pleasure if your man kept it up.
Which you knew he would.
“Need- uh, fuck.” Michael’s hips snapped against your ass, but he growled frustrated, “Need deeper.”
You giggled at his horny brain dead rage until you were suddenly pulled on top of Michael. Your back still to his front, he shoved your legs open, making you yelp as he filled you deeper from the position. But that wasn’t the deepest he could go.
“Down, down,” he grumbled as he shoved his legs between your knees and pushed them open as he shoved your back forward to have you sit up on his cock backwards, “hands here.”
Michael groaned as he grabbed your arms and shoved them behind you so you gripped the bed post behind you. With your feet barely planted on either side of hips, your body was shaking, but your hands gripped the bed post firmly to anchor you. He was so deep, your body was slanted with him deeply inside of you.
“Ohhh!” you screeched as his hips snapped up into yours.
Your mouth dropped open as a chorus of curses and gasps left your lips. You could feel your tits bouncing as your hands began to cramp from how hard and awkwardly you held the bed post. With every creak and shake of the bed, your knuckles rubbed against the wall. Your thighs shook uncontrollably as Michael held your hips up all on his own. You were barely squatted over him anymore, your legs straightened from pleasure that made your muscles tighten as he held up your weight and his knees kept your own spread.
You’d never been so thankful to have such a fit lover.
“Come on,” he growled, “give it to me, cum on me.”
You gasped as the dam inside of you broke, and you fell forward on to your hands between Michael’s legs as you came. Falling forward, your legs tensed and bent a bit, lifting you off of Michael’s cock almost painfully as your pussy tensed around nothing. You cried out as you squirted, much harder and wilder than just a few hours before. Your partially straightened legs shook and you cried out again when Michael slapped them. Looking between your arms and legs, you could see how his abs and cock glistened from your ejaculation.
“Fu-ah!” you cried out as you were unexpectedly turned on to your back, “Oh!”
You screeched and pulled Michael’s hair as his groaning mouth latched on to your cunt and savagely sucked on your dripping lips.
“Oh! No, no, no.” you chanted and whined.
Michael pulled off your pussy with a ‘pop’ and shoved two fingers inside of you and curled them. Shallowly thrusting and waving his fingers back and forth inside of you, you screamed as your gushing came back full force and you squirted all over your lover and the bed again. Your body thrashed on the sheets, your legs spread in the air on each side of your body, shaking. You sobbed as your back arched.
“Perfect little pussy.” Michael growled as he pulled his fingers out of you and slapped your pussy hard before he pushed his body between your legs, “Cum on me, I cum on you.”
The hot sound of his cum covered hand jerking his big dick off made you look down and you whimpered at the sight. His cock was impossibly thick and hard in his hand, it didn’t change direction at all as he rapidly stroked himself between your legs. The hot red tip seemed to pulse with the heartbeat that must’ve fallen into his cock the first time you squirted that morning. Watching as the slit on his tip opened, you looked up at him and opened your mouth as you pushed yourself up on your elbows, curling your body in.
“Ohhhhh, yes.” Michael groaned as his cum shot out on to your body.
The hot splashes of his cum covered you in ribbons of white across your chest and tummy, but some still managed to reach your mouth and you moaned as the dollops of cum settled on your cum.
“Look so good covered in me.” Michael growled as his eyes rolled back and his hand tightened around the hilt of his cock.
He panted as he leaned back on his knees. With your legs still spread, you pushed yourself up on to your hands from your elbows, and showed him as you played with his cum in your mouth.
He chuckled darkly and stroked his spent cock, “Dirty little bitch.”
You swallowed him and grinned.
“Come here.” Michael laughed, wrapping his arms around your waist to hoist you up as he kneeled across the bed and climbed off of it, “Let’s go clean up.”
“Round three?” you asked as you nipped his earlobe and ignored the tremble in your limbs wrapped around him.
“Round three.” he agreed as he carried you to the bathroom.
-
“Ohhhhhhhhhh.” you groaned for the first time not due to sex.
You laid on the couch and stared at the ceiling for almost an hour while Michael answered some sort of phone call, probably with work. You really just wanted your entertainment. The soreness between your legs felt good, but your hips ached a bit still from the way he’d held you open in the bathroom. Now, you were just restless and bored.
“I thought I was coming out to a much different scene.” Michael joked as he walked into the room and lifted your legs so he could have them across his lap as he sat.
“No, just being whiney.” You muttered.
You looked at Michael as he petted your leg absentmindedly. He sat there, like he didn’t look delicious in his long sleeve white sweater and dark wash jeans. It was so unfair how effortlessly he seemed to exist as living temptation.
Michael nonchalantly reached for your hand and held it in his as he scrolled through his phone.
You didn’t want to jump him just yet. You kinda liked ‘Michael watching’, as you dubbed it, now that you were devoted to actually knowing him. You guessed you could openly gawk now. Pulling at the large hoodie you had on, you realized something.
“Are we going out?” you asked.
Michael looked at you and shook his head, “Well, yes, duh.”
“No, like are we physically going anywhere today, stupid.” you laughed, “Like out to eat or anything?”
“Yeah, later.” he answered quietly.
You tilted your head as you took him in suspiciously, “Why you say it like that?”
“Like what?” he grumbled.
“Like that.” you pushed your foot against his chest as you giggled at the guilty look on his face.
“I don’t-”
“Ooooooo,” you cooed, “is Michael Italiano taking me, little old me, on a date?” You giggled as your own cheeks flushed, “I’m finally gonna get wined and dined?”
“Oh, shut up.” he laughed, “You didn’t wanna be wined and dined when we first met, remember? I remember you being very one track minded, in fact.”
“Shhhhh,” you closed your eyes so seeing him wouldn’t make you laugh, “I remember none of that.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” he pulled on your fingers as you jokingly pulled your hand from his, “If you must know, yes, I have a date planned.”
Your eyes opened and you swung yourself up into a seated position and looked at him. You both took each other in as you started nervously giggling.
“Well then,” you swung your legs off of his lap and stood up, “I need clothes, like real clothes, my clothes.”
“Says who?”
“Says me, mister.” you sassed, “And I think I want a ride. I’m not feeling up to the walk of shame.”
“But it’s fun watching the scandalized faces of the people as they pass you on the street.”
“They’ve seen much worse,” you sighed, “who hasn’t in this city?”
Michael laughed before he stood with you. You thought he was going to walk towards the door, but instead he just pulled you to him.
“Yes, they have.” he said softly as he looked at you, “But you don’t have to worry cause the date is at your hotel room.”
“Oh,” you nodded, “it’s that kind of date.”
“No it’s not.” Michael exasperatedly answered you and dropped his hands from your waist, “You’re ruining it.”
“We’re not even on the date!”
“Still ruining it.” he called over his shoulder as he grabbed his keys.
The ride to the hotel was short, but it was nice that you easily went down to the lower level, got in his car and hit the road. The car was sleek, and the tints were dark. That was a tidbit of info that you tucked away for a later date.
Can’t put out on the first date, you thought to yourself jokingly.
Before you knew it, you were in another underground garage, but this one was for the hotel. You passed the gold and green sign for the hotel at the main entrance and bit your lip when you saw Michael’s last name across the bottom of it.
Michael was unfazed next to you, he easily drove and parked the car with one hand. His other hand held yours. You spied at look at your connected hands before quickly looking away. It felt so childish, the way your stomach turned into a snow globe all shaken up.
I could get used to it, you teased yourself, it’s not so bad, lo- feeling this way...
You looked at Michael as he pulled into the parking spot, his attention completely away from you at the moment. It gave you the chance to finally, consciously, accept that he felt the same way you did.
“What?” He asked as he caught you staring.
“Nothing.”
“What?” He laughed as he put the car in park and grabbed your chin with his fingers, “Tell me, please.”
You melted into the gentle touch of his fingertips and smiled softly at him, “I like the way you say please.”
Michael’s eyes darkened before he seemed to think better of it, and instead rolled his eyes and pushed the car door open, “Shut up.”
“Wait, do I get manners from you now? For real?” You yelled so he could hear you as you scrambled to open your own door.
“Occasionally.” He told you as he reached for your hand.
“Occasionally? Like how occasional?”
Michael looked at you and chuckled before he lifted your hand and kissed your knuckles. He dropped your hand and wrapped his arm around your shoulders, “Come on, silly.”
-
When you got to your door, you looked at the key card entrance and reached into the small pocket of the hoodie over the breast. Teasingly, because Michael stood between you and where you’d just walked from the elevator, you lifted the hoodie to reach into the oversized hoodie pocket. Your key card was deep in the pocket, so your whole ass was out in the hallway.
“Babe-” he hissed as he took a step closer to you and looked over his shoulder.
“Relax.” you giggled as you let the material of the hoodie drop from your grip and his hands tugged the material back down into place.
When you were about to push the card into the reader, the door opened, taking you off guard.
“Good morning,” A man around your age greeted you, dressed in the hotel uniform, “can I help you?”
“Uh, yeah- this is my room.”
He smiled at you and chuckled, “Right, it is.” You ignored the quick scan up and down he gave you, “Apologies Miss, but we have been instructed to not allow you to see the set up, so please feel free to come back later.”
“That’s alright,” Michael spoke from behind you, “she’s just going to grab some of her own clothes from the suitcase.”
Your cheeks heated as Michael called attention to the way you were dressed, completely in his clothes. Stupid alpha male possessiveness, you grumbled to yourself internally. The worker didn’t meet your eye, and instead just nodded briskly before he turned on his heel. You shot a look at Michael before you walked into the room.
“Here you are, miss.” the hotel worker placed your suitcase on the table in the parlor room before quickly walking into the main part of the suite and shut the door behind him.
You raised an eyebrow as you took in the way the curtains were drawn across the French doors to the rest of the suite and the small door at the other end of the parlor that led to the balcony.
“No peeking, you.” Michael teased as he watched you look around.
You turned your body towards your suitcase but looked sideways at Michael, who leaned against the corridor wall on the edge of the room. Holding his gaze, you pulled his hoodie up and over your head. You watched as his lips parted before he chuckled and shook his head.
You watched him slowly check out your body, before you looked back at your suitcase and unzipped it. You flipped the top off, still in nothing but your panties as Michael watched. Reaching in, you pulled out a satin bra and pushed the straps up your arms. Cupping the cups, you pushed up your tits in them and looked innocently back at Michael.
“Do you mind?” You tilted your head and motioned to the straps that hung off your sides in the back, unclipped.
He said nothing, but obediently closed the distance between you. You resisted the urge to lean back against him when the warmth of his body could be felt so close to your own. His finger tips ghosted up your lower back, raising goosebumps in their wake. He pulled on the edges of your bra opening before pulling them together, the soft click of the hooks locking together making you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. You almost shivered when the cold of the room settled around you when he stepped back to where he was standing before.
You didn’t look back at him after that, and instead focused entirely on actually getting dressed under his gaze. Grabbing a lacy baby pink romper, you stepped into it and pulled it up your body, finally covering yourself up. When you turned towards him and dropped your sandals to the ground in front of you, he didn’t even flinch at the loud clap.
He didn’t even look like he’d looked away at all.
You stepped into your sandals and almost tripped, making him chuckle. You stuck your tongue out at him as you cursed yourself in your head for breaking the moment. Even though it threatened to get heavy, and you really couldn’t indulge at the moment with hotel workers on the other side of a window and some curtains, but it still felt good and dangerous.
“Come.” he said softly, and held out his hand to you, “I know where we can go in the meantime.”
You took his hand and let him lead you out of your suite and back into the hallway. At first, you thought he was taking you to the elevator, but knew you guessed wrong when he passed it and kept walking.
“Where-”
“You’ll see.” he teased.
“Oh, I get it,” you squeezed his hand, “you know all the secret spots here, don’t you?”
He nodded, silent for a moment before he shared with you, “It was my favorite as a kid, this hotel.” he nodded as you looked at him, “This was the first building we had acquired, so it was my father’s sole focus for some time.” He looked around the hallway for a moment, “Spent a lot of time here.”
“I didn’t even realize that this was yours until- Oh, wow.”
Michael had brought you into a dreamy, completely empty, cafe. It was similar to the lobby, in that it was encased in windows, giving a gorgeous view of the city below. There were plants everywhere, giving it a hidden garden feel. You let go of Michael’s hand as you stepped inside and looked around. Jokingly, you spun and giggled at him as he followed you in. But then you spun around for real, as you realized there was a mural on the sole wall of a garden. The whole set up was whimsical.
“It’s beautiful.”
“Yeah,” he agreed as you sat at an intricate picnic table towards the corner of the room, “and no one seems to ever find it, or at least they never did when I came here.”
“I thought there was just more rooms on the other side of the floor.” You looked around in awe again, “I love all the floral stuff.”
“Well, that’s good,” he sighed as he sat across from you, “now you know the secret room.”
You giggled when he winked at you.
“So, you spent a lot of time at your father’s properties?”
Michael thought for a moment before diving head first into the many memories he had as a child, following his father from property to property. You quickly realized that he didn’t sound too old, nor too young in any of them. It seemed that he was a bit older, almost a teenager when they moved to Monaco. That realization struck you.
“That must’ve been hard.” you bit your lip as you spoke out loud, cutting him off.
“What?” He asked, his head tilted confusedly.
“Being that age and starting over in a place like this.” you shrugged, and leaned your chin on your hand, “I was born here, and sometimes I feel like I don’t belong.”
Michael looked at you for a moment before he shrugged, “Yeah, nah, I mean, it wasn’t, like a cake walk, or anything like that. But staying in Australia myself didn’t sound any more fun.”
When he didn’t laugh or smile, your brain put two and two together, “He gave you that option?”
“Yeah,” this time he laughed as he nodded, the bitter enraged you, “he told me I could come with him or I could stay there, the choice was entirely up to me.”
You schooled your face, you didn’t need to rage and point out how much of an asshole his father was. You both already knew.
“So, he’s got a whole childhood to make up for.” You spoke carefully, “And now he is?”
“Yeah,” he nodded, “he is trying. I got to be fair to him, he is.” He scratched his beard as he collected his thoughts, “I kinda freaked on him after you left. I was fed up, and just- yeah, it was a bad night.
Michael looked at you and you relentlessly teased him as you noticed the blush on his cheeks. He took it in stride, and instead of banter, he made your heart melt.
“M’proud of you.” you added shyly.
“M’better because of you.” he replied softly, looking out the wall of windows, “You make me better.”
You grinned and nodded, “Well, for what it’s worth, you’ve always been good to me.”
“Oh, I know.” he gloated as you rolled your eyes.
“Thank you,” you remembered what you’d been wanting to acknowledge, “thank you by the way, for the room, and the stay.”
Michael’s face scrunched, “What?”
You looked at him as you elaborated, “My friend, she was here and pretended to be me to get a key, great security by the way,” Michael scoffed, “and she said that the receptionist told her that Mr. Italiano was footing the bill.”
Michael sucked his teeth, “When I called, they said that you wouldn’t allow anyone to cover your bill and that they wouldn’t put your room under my card.”
Your mouth dropped open, “Did your father dupe us both?”
Michael nodded, “Sounds like it.”
“Oh my god,” you dramatically groaned, “does this mean I have his approval?” Michael laughed, “Like I’m in.”
“I’ve been in.”
You boo’d at his weak joke, “Shut up, seriously, I was such a bitch to him, and he still, like- wait.” you paused, “Did he tell you? We ran into each other-”
“Yeah,” he nodded and looked down, away from you, “he called me right after he ran into you in the lobby. When you first got back.”
The silence and stillness that flooded the room as he gave you that look took all the wind in your sails. That dread that you had felt when you first arrived reared it’s ugly head, but this time, you could do something about it.
You reached across the table and put your hand over his, “I’m sorry that’s the way you found out I was home. I wish I’d been less cowardly and told you myself.”
In a move that was becoming the norm, Michael lifted your knuckles to his lips, “All that matters is that you’re here now.”
“Oh,” you drawled, “well, actually, I wanted to just tell you-”
Michael’s ring tone cut through the cozy air between you, taking away your moment. You leaned back in your chair as he answered. The call was short.
“Come on, you.” He stood and held his hand out to you, “You ready to go?”
“M’ready.” You grinned as you took his hand, “Are you ready?” you pulled your hand away playfully and stepped around him to lead him back to the room.
He grinned and smacked your ass as you walked around him.
-
Walking into the suite, you weren’t sure what to expect. Your steps faltered as you took in the room that was basically the same way you left it.
“Outside.” Michael sighed as his hands went to your lower back to scoot you along to the balcony doors.
You teasingly leaned forward to peek out, and your breath was stolen from you. You were speechless.
The hotel staff, and Michael, had completely transformed your balcony from a normal, spacious stone balcony to a botanical oasis.
There were arrangements of flowers everywhere, but all in places that made sense. They lined the edges of the balcony like a curtain, and hung from the ceiling of the pergola, a long, flat bouquet covered the center of the table. It was a lot, but so tastefully done that it made the balcony look like something out of an enchanted forest, rather than a florist shop explosion.
You took a few steps out, and eyed the food on the table. It was all light, snack foods and all the ones that you loved. You couldn’t even recall when you’d shared your favorites with him, but you could recall numerous snack times at your apartment between… bonding sessions.
Your cheeks heated as you turned towards him, “Michael,” you gently gushed, trying not to look at him too intensely with your glassy eyes, “this is so beautiful.”
“Like it?” He asked shyly as he leaned away from you.
You shook your head and reached for his hand, pulling him against you. With your fingers intertwined in one hand, you reached up and cupped his cheek with the other. You looked up at him with a smile as you got close enough to whisper to him.
“I love it.”
Kissing Michael was something you would never tire of, and the way he held your waist, you knew it was different for him too. You poured your gratitude into where your lips met and gently pressed against his. It was a light, soft kiss, that filled you with warmth and made you want to shake all the nerves in your body out.
It was peaceful.
You both sat at the table and talked as you picked at the dishes on the table. You moaned from the taste until Michael shot you a warning look, and you quickly swore up and down that you hadn’t meant it like that. You both laughed at each other as you shared actual conversation.
Michael was funny.
Not just in the banter he shared with you, but in his everyday life. It felt your chest expanded with each laugh he stole from you and every tidbit and memory he shared with you.
Time passed so easily. It wasn’t until the sky darkened dramatically that either one of you felt interrupted. Words died off your lips as you both looked out towards the uncovered the part of the balcony. You both watched as the sky opened and the rain started.
You laughed as you looked at the rain that splashed on the part of the deck that wasn’t covered. Your scenic view was getting washed away faster than you could enjoy it, and it was hilarious to you that Michael would make things perfect, just for the universe to fuck it up.
“This is very on brand for us.” You laughed as he looked incredulously at the rain that was falling so hard and fast that you could barely see it, “Do you not see how funny this is?”
“I blame you,” he shook his head with a smile on his face, “this is your fault.”
“What!” You squeaked, “How?”
“I don’t know, just is.” He shrugged.
You waved your hand at him, and looked down at the puddles forming on the balcony, “I think we’re about to be washed away.”
“Yeah.” Michael nodded, “Let me move some stuff inside.”
Grabbing some trays, Michael looked shockingly domestic. You sat there with your knees up and your feet on the edge of your seat as he picked things up and disappeared into the suite. A sense of warmth filled you at how normal this show of affection felt, how deserved. How it all just fit.
Sighing at the empty table, you finally rose to your feet and went towards the door of the balcony. Swinging yourself around it, you came face to face with Michael on the far side of the suite with your phone in his hand.
“What the fuck is this?”
You froze at Michael’s tone and felt your heart stop at the lit up screen of your phone in his hand. Even from across the room, you recognized the colors of the airline you had planned to use. Your boarding pass was on the screen.
This wasn’t how it was supposed to be.
“Michael-”
“What the fuck is this?” He raised his voice at you, breaking you from your stupor.
“It’s a boarding pass.” you answered sarcastically, walking towards him, “But-”
“That’s all you have to say? I find this on your phone and that’s it? It’s a boarding pass?” He hissed and looked at you like you were an idiot.
You felt the rage build inside of you, “Were you looking through my phone?” You stalked forward and swiped your phone from his hand.
“No!” he erupted, “I went to check the time and the notification for your ‘upcoming departure’ was on the screen.”
“So you just clicked on a screen that wasn’t yours? How did you even-” you gasped, “you know my password?”
“You’ve literally been in my arms when you’ve answered texts, duh, I’ve seen you unlock it.”
“Michael!”
“That’s what you’re upset about?” Michael pushed himself to his feet and paced back and forth in front of the table, babbling to himself, “Unbelievable, so unbelievable, so fucking ridiculous...”
“How-”
“You’re fucking leaving, again! and you want to talk about me looking at a plane ticket on your phone?” He paced towards the door, putting space between you both, “Why do I even fucking bother?”
“I’m-” You huffed and crossed your arms, leaned against a bannister you took in the growing space between you both, “Oh, that’s great, you’re just gonna leave?”
“Me?” Michael’s eyes widened as he suddenly turned toward you, “That’s what you want to ask me right now?”
“It’s a ticket, Michael, it’s not that fucking serious, I can’t-” you groaned before you continued, “I’m not, I wasn’t-”
“YOU’RE the one who went to another fucking country!”
He finally snapped and you recoiled before you rose to his tone. This had been a long time coming.
“You didn’t ask me to stay!” You screamed back.
“You didn’t want to stay! You, never once, never once did you tell me you wanted to stay, and you didn’t call, you didn’t text, you didn’t visit!” he threw his arms out to gesture to everything around you, to all his efforts, “So what am I supposed to do? Yeah, sure, I’ll fuck off, I’ll wait another few months for you to have another meltdown and come home?”
“You never even told me you wanted me! You still haven’t.” you yelled back, “Do you know how unfair that is? Yeah, so you give me a date,” you gestured around the balcony for him, “but what have you truly given me?”
“I’ve given myself to you, you fucking moron.” he gestured with his hands before burying his face in them.
“But you never say that unless it’s mean!” You yelled as tears filled your eyes, “You’re so quick to think the worse of me, to not even give me a chance. Even now-”
“You take your chances away.” He clarified to you, “Not me, you. You run and you run, and you never fucking think of who you’re hurting.”
All the hurt opened up inside of you. How could he not give you a moment to explain?
“That’s rich,” you scoffed, “That’s so wonderful coming from you, asshole extraordinaire who fell for his fuck buddy.” You shook your head, “Everything about you is a fucking cliche.”
“Oh, don’t even- so are you! Little miss girlboss who needs to follow her dreams and leave the only good thing she fucking had-”
“Fuck you!”
“Fuck you!”
“I wish I’d never met you!” you yelled before you collapsed back into a chair with your head in your hands.
Michael squared his shoulders and lowered his voice, “What would you do if I walked out that door?”
“I-”
“What would you do?”
Run after you, tell you the flip side, tell you how much you mean to me, hug you, just hold you.
Even with all those thoughts, you shrugged and sucked your teeth, “Go back to Germany.” you bit out with as much venom as you could.
“Ugh!” Michael went instantly back to rage, “You are so fucking selfish!”
“Me?” you screeched, “What are you?”
“I’m trying my fucking best!” Michael yelled back, “And you just want to ruin it all, again, and for what? For what? What the fuck was all of this? This was really just a vacation for you, huh?”
“You, you’re- You can’t seriously think that.” you scoffed.
“I don’t know anything when it comes to you and me!”
“Yes you do!” you took a breath before carefully placing your hands on his crossed arms, “Yes you do,” you repeated more gently as you pulled on them, “you know how I feel about you.”
“Then why run?”
“M’not running, Michael, I’m just-”
“Fucking running!” he finished your sentence as he exploded again and pulled away from you, “Why don’t you want me? How can you-”
“You really are so wrapped up in your own head, you won’t even let me-”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” he waved his hand at you dismissively, “m’the one reading the fucking boarding pass wrong, got it.”
“Your communication is shit! You never listen, and you never let me just talk.”
“Okay, so let’s talk!” Michael spread his arms and dropped them with a harsh slap against his own sides, “Tell me you don’t want me.” you backed up as Michael walked toward you. “Tell me you don’t want this,” he gestured between the two of you, “if you’re gonna spend the night arguing bullshit with me, you might as well make it a good lie.”
You wiped a stray tear that ran down your cheek, Michael chuckled.
“Baby,” he cooed condescendingly, “I don’t want your crocodile tears.”
“What do you want?”
“You.” He told you instantly, “I just want you. And I want you to stop making this so fucking difficult.”
“I’m not-“
“Do you want me?” He cut you off as he put his hands on his hips and leaned forward to look at you on your eye level.
You let out a short sob before you finally looked up at him determined, “I’ve never wanted anything more.”
“There’s my girl.” He breathed out as he pulled you towards him and pressed his forehead to yours.
In a moment of weakness, you hopped up and kissed him with everything you had. His hands held you up as you wrapped yourself around him. He tried to pull away, but when his lips pulled from yours and a soft sob left your swollen lips, his mouth was instantly back against yours. He swallowed your whimpers as he kissed you.
Holding you tightly against himself, he walked you backwards, and you already knew what was going to happen. You felt your toes curl as your thighs teasingly squeezed him. You moaned when he pulled your hair to get access to your neck and moaned louder when he lifted a leg and pressed his knee to your pussy as he crawled on to the bed.
With the soft cushioning of the bed under you, you smiled as you shimmied up the bed, your lips touching but not kissing as you teased each other. When you reached the pillows, he grabbed your jaw and kissed you hard.
Reaching down, you pulled his shirt up so you could slide your palm against his solid, defined abs and slip your hand right into his pants. Wrapping a hand around him, you felt your eyebrows furrow as you realized how soft he was.
Opening your eyes, you saw him looking at you, and with a single stroke of your cheek, he backed away. Your hand was pulled from out of his pants and fell to the bed as you stared at him wide eyed as he climbed off the bed.
A chill ran down your spine. What is that? You didn’t know rejection, not from Michael, never from Michael.
He took a few steps back and leaned against the wall, looking down at his feet. “Are we gonna fuck every time we have a problem?”
“Michael-” you swallowed.
“Would I have even woken up next to you?” He huffed a laugh, but you could see the way his eyes shined, “You can’t expect that to work every time.”
“I didn’t. Michael,” you crawled closer to the edge of the bed, “the flight-”
“Are you cancelling it?”
“Michael-“
He bitterly chuckled as he shook his head, “You know what, do what you want.”
Your head tilted to look up at him, slightly shocked that he wasn’t fighting you. But that shock morphed to dread as he suddenly turned his back to you and moved towards the doorway of the parlor. You scrambled off the bed on shaky legs to stop him. But he was still so mad, you could see it in the way his shoulders were squared and his back straight.
You hadn’t even caught your breath yet, “Michael,” you sighed, “plea-”
“I don’t wanna do this anymore,” He told you, “I’m not gonna keep following you. We’re endgame, baby-” he turned towards you, eyes still to the ground as he gestures between the two of you, “no country borders or anything you think or do or try is going to end that. I think you’re smart enough to know that.”
“Michael, just-”
“Shut up.”
Your breath caught as your world slowed.
“Here’s what’s gonna happen.” Michael paused and ran his hand through his hair, his body turned sideways away from you, “I’m going to leave this hotel room,” you pursed your lips, and told yourself not to cry, “and you’re gonna run off to Germany or wherever the fuck you lie to yourself, and when you’re ready for this- until you’re ready for this- I want you to stay the fuck away. Don’t call me.” He put his hands on his hips, as his head hung heavily forward, “I mean it, don’t come back to Monaco. I don’t want you like this.”
Your heart sank in your chest at his words. The sunken dread in your bones bubbled back up, and you couldn’t conjure a single word to say to him as he stood in front of you, telling you how he was going to be the one leaving this time.
Just tell him, tell him the truth.
“You can run from me, but you can’t escape us. I know you know that.” He took nodded at the ground before turning his back to you, “And I mean it, don’t come to me before. Just fuck off.” he called over his shoulder.
Your eyes widened as he walked towards the door, stopping just shy off the short hallway to it. Your heart cracked in two as he finally looked over his shoulder to look at you one last time before turning back towards the door.
“I’ll see you.”
The second the door slammed shut, you gasped for air.
