Page 52 of Treasuring Michael
“Come for me, baby. Come on. Let me feel it.”
Pushing my ass back while he’s jerking me makes me come undone and I explode on the bench seat. I feel my hole contract around Michael and he bites down on my shoulder, his grunts muffled against my skin as he announces his own orgasm.
We catch our breaths, my spent cock dripping my release while Michael’s grows soft inside me.
He kisses my neck, nuzzling against me. “Now, I’m counting down the minutes.” Chuckling, I hold still while Michael pulls out of me. “Come on, let me get you cleaned up. There’s a shower in there.”
Nodding, I go to stand, but Michael stops me, a hand on my lower back. He pushes me down until my chest is back on the bench seat. “What are you doing?” I ask.
“I want to see my come leak out of you.” He slides his fingers into me slowly, pushing it back inside. “God, that looks fucking obscene. Hold still.”
Before I can ask what for, I feel his tongue replace his fingers and I moan loudly. I want to try to keep the sounds in, but his licking his release from my ass is both filthy and feels like heaven.
“Can you come for me again?” Michael asks as he laps at me.
Going without sex for twenty-four years must have had me backed up because my dick is hard again. He licks at me, humming his approval against my hole. God, the thought of him tasting himself while he’s tonguing me feels too good for words. “Yes, baby. Yes. Fingers. Use your fingers and kiss me.”
“No, you’ll take my dick again.”
Again, Michael surges up and slides into me on one stroke. This time, I don’t try to keep my cry in. I’m sore and sensitive, but damn, Michael feels exquisite. He’s relentless as he hammers into me, pulling me up to kiss him. I taste his come on his mouth and almost lose it.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I chant against his lips, loving the feel of his fingers digging into my flesh.
“Baby … feels so good.” We kiss again, our mouths messy against each other as we try to keep our lips connected while he fucks me thoroughly.
When Michael moves his hand to my throat and squeezes, I come hard. I don’t expect it, it just explodes out of me. Not as much as the first time but enough to know we have to really clean the bench seat.
“I’m coming, Damon. God … baby …” Michael stills behind me, pushing in as far as he can go.
This time, we topple forward, landing right in my release. Glad this jet has a shower.
We breath heavily, Michael’s arms tighten around me. “I’m sorry about that,” he says his breath coming out hard.
“It’s okay. We gotta get showered. Gotta … get changed.”
Michael pulls out of me and I turn to face him so he doesn’t start eating me out again. I won’t be able to leave him if he does me that good again.
Brushing some of the stray hairs back from my face, he says, “I’m going to miss you. So much.”
Trying not to get down and cry after such a wonderful experience, I reach for his hand and kiss it. “You’re going to sneak in my window, so you won’t miss me too much.” I try to make light of what seems like a goodbye and Michael actually smiles a genuine smile.
“I will. Two days from now. I’ll give you a day to rest since I just fucked you so hard. You need to rest my hole,” he tells me sternly, rubbing against my rim.
Barking a laugh, I kiss him quickly. “Yeah, it’s your hole. Now come on. Let’s shower before the flight attendant comes back here.”
“Just a second.” Michael reaches down and slides my thong off my legs. Then he brings them to his nose and sniffs audibly. My mouth drops open when he says, “I’ll need these for the next two days.”
While I’m still staring at him in disbelief at him sniffing my panties, he pulls me off the seat and marches me into the bathroom. After he starts the shower, he goes back into the cabin and drags over my suitcase. When he squeezes it into the bathroom, he slides his hands inside, pulls out my boring briefs, a pair of loose jeans and an oversized shirt. I stare at them in disdain, not loving that after two weeks of being free, I have to go back to being the Damon that’s been teased, repressed, and ridiculed. I don’t want to be that guy anymore.
So I wouldn’t be tempted to wear the clothes we bought at the mall out of spite, Michael and I agreed to send them on to Canada so they’ll be there when I move in. He said he talked to Quin and he would take the packages and put them in his room so I can unpack them when I arrive. I’m so excited about unboxing those.
Michael sees my face and gives me a sad smile, then gets in the shower and holds me. “Two weeks, baby. Two weeks, then we’ll be together and you can be you again. Can you hold on for two weeks?”
I nod, sad that I have to, but I can do it.
“I’m going to be honest,” he says in a serious voice, looking me in the eye. “It’s torture letting you go back now that I know how they treat you. The only reason I don’t walk in and slit their throats while they sleep is because I don’t want you involved in any way.” My breath catches and my heart rate speeds up. I need to remember Michael is a killer. I’m not afraid he’ll harm me, but I don’t want the deaths of James, Fallon, and Conrad on my conscience.
“I know,” I murmur.