Page 17 of Michael's Awakening
Chapter Seven
Gabriel
Michael did crazy things to my brain. One minute, he was cocky and charming, and the next minute he was in a state of deep contemplation and seriousness. Every time I tried to lean in for a kiss, he’d pull away or shift his attention to another part of my body. Which was fine, I guess.
The particular attention he was paying to the painfully hardened bulge in my pants was more than fine. In fact, I wanted, no,neededmore of that kind of attention.
You are such a slut. I inwardly rolled my eyes at the sassy bitch in my head. I was twenty-one years old, amazingly gorgeous, and fabulous in every way. So, if I wanted to be a damn slut, I would be.
When Michael grabbed my hands and stopped me from touching him, I didn’t know what to think. The ‘no kissing’ and then the ‘no touching’ all put together had caused a crazy thought to stir in my head: that maybe he was straight. Like he was trying to experiment with me, but was then battling with himself about it.
I had slept with supposed straight guys before, so it wouldn’t have been a big surprise if he was. Curiosity was a fickle thing. And I wasn’t exactly in the closet, so most guys knew.
The faraway look that appeared in Michael’s eyes, though, caused me to think that maybe it was something else that held him back.
Before I knew it, my hands were pushed above my head, and Michael was grinding against me. All thoughts of doubt vanished once I felt the impressive swelling in his pants. Oh, yes, he was definitely into me. After gazing into my eyes for what seemed like a lifetime, Michaels’s lips finally crushed against mine in a heated kiss.
He growled deep in his chest as he cupped the back of my neck and devoured my mouth.
Our tongues danced a frenzied tango as we both tried to deepen the kiss. Both of us were overcome with a fevered passion of lust and I wanted more. Much more. Tearing my mouth away from his, I sucked in a deep breath as his lips moved and nipped at the sensitive area below my jaw. Arousal poured from every pore in my body and all I wanted was for Michael to fuck me like a wild beast.
My hands were still above my head and I wiggled trying to get them free. I wanted to touch him and run my fingers through his sexy, raven-black hair. His grip tightened around my wrists and halted my attempt to escape.
Michael’s mouth explored my neck until he found my weak spot. He brushed his lips against the area right below my ear, which caused goose bumps to spread all over my body. I moaned and lifted my left leg, wrapping it around his waist as he continued to grind against me.
“Fuck me, Michael.” I was breathless and on the verge of spontaneously combusting. If I didn’t get this man inside of me within the next five minutes, I felt like I was going to go insane. Or die. Probably both. In that order.
With a feral growl, he brought down the arm that was pinning me against the wall and grabbed my waist, lifting me up to where I could wrap both legs around him. My hands were finally free so I took full advantage of the situation by running them through his short hair and grabbed the back of his head, pulling his lips back to mine for a deep kiss.
He grabbed my ass as he drove himself harder against me.
Keeping his strong hands firmly planted on my ass, Michael stepped back from the wall with me still wrapped around his waist.
“Bedroom. Now.” His deep, husky voice sent shivers down my spine.
“Through that door,” I whispered on a moan as I rolled my body against his and nodded toward my bedroom.
Carrying me effortlessly, Michael found the room with no problem and proceeded to toss me down on the bed. Lying on my back, I gazed up at him as he leaned over me, a seductive look in his haunting green eyes. I reached to take off his shirt and he grabbed my hands– again, really?– and pinned them above my head.
“I wanna touch you.” Did my voice sound whiny?
“Not until I touch you first, Princess.” He smiled down at me before placing a kiss on my exposed throat.
The slight stubble on his jaw prickled my skin as he trailed his lips from my throat and down to my collar bone. He found the zipper on the top of my shirt and used his teeth to unzip it. His eyes were fixated on me the entire time and it was probably one of the sexiest things I had ever seen in my life. After my shirt was unzipped, it fell open and exposed my bare chest.
Michael licked, freakinglicked, his lips as he stared hungrily down at me. The ache in my balls increased to a whole other level at seeing his wet tongue slide across his luscious lips. He rubbed his free hand up my chest as he straddled me, and took my shirt off completely. My arms were only free a short second as he slipped me out of my shirt, and then his hand clamped back down on my wrists, holding them together and still above my head.
I raised my hips and rubbed my hard dick against his ass, groaning at the way he felt against me. If I couldn’t touch him with my hands, by God I was going to touch him with any part of me I could.
He gave me a cocky grin before he let my arms loose and snaked down my body. His hot breath moved down my chest and I squirmed when he took one of my nipples into his warm, wet mouth, sending sparks straight to my balls.
“Mmm, yes.” I bit down on my lip and lifted my hips, wanting to feel him against me.
Michael smirked and then kissed down to my stomach before flicking my belly button ring with his tongue.
Lord have mercyon me.
“Fuck… this is sexy.” He flicked the ring again with his tongue, and I groaned.
