The Birthday Present
August 29, 2003
He sank into the soft cushions of the limo. His head was spinning as if he had just left one of his rides. Closing his eyes for a second, he still saw the bright rainbow of laser lights and hear the driving bass reverberating deep down inside. The party was still going when he finally decided it was time to head home. It had been such a wondrous day. He initially had been hesitant about putting on any kind of celebration for his 45th birthday. Bashir’s documentary had once again sent investigators after him like an angry storm of hornets. What hubris to have believed himself invincible after all this time. The gods sure had descended from Mount Olympus to knock their golden boy on his ass once again for daring to believe himself one of them. Fate had indeed proven that pure evil existed and that it was dead on his tracks, nipping at his heels.
Sneddon must be in high heaven, having once again found ammunition, no matter how ridiculous and frivolous the accusations were. At first he had thought it all to be some kind of bad joke, but the matter just refused to go away. Part of him wanted to just run and hide, lay low and hope the lies would run their course and vanish into the land all nightmares resided in. Well, no such luck. There were too many people out there, foaming at the mouth at the idea of finally being able to bury him for good. And for what? All he had ever done was love his fellow brothers and sisters. He wanted to help people and make a difference by opening his heart and his home to those in need. Maybe a little too much. One of his main talents seemed to be welcoming traitors into his life. Somewhere above his head was this flashing sign: Grifter Target. He had always believed in the good in people; that deep down there was this beautiful kernel to all humans if he just gave people a chance to free this part and let it shine. Evil was a concept that could be vanquished if he tried to help to overcome it. If he loved hard enough, surely he would be able to turn the most villainous person back onto the right path. Everything was possible if he just tried and believed in the good inherent in everyone.
“Mike, when will you ever wake up? You need to stop living in a fucking dream world. Good does not exist- and if it does it is not the norm. The norm is that people are fucked up and evil. They will take you in, screw with you, then blame you for being a sucker. YOU are the exception, you have to realize that or your rosy colored glasses will shatter one day and not just blind you but kill you by driving their shards into your brain.”
Yikes, she was so graphic at times. Lisa. What in the hell had made him think of her? Probably feeling slightly sarcastic and tired- and just a little bit drunk. Or maybe it was all about pondering people betraying him. Her newly released record sure was an eye-opener. He always had known she had the talent, he just had not counted on her anger to come flying like poisonous darts right smack at him. And did she really have to be on every talk show, pretending to not want to talk about him by talking about him and their marriage? What had she called him in one of her songs, “the lovely victim?” How funny. If only she knew how wrong she was. He was not blaming it all on her. He knew he had been too stubborn and too afraid to be hurt again. He knew that she wanted him to marry her again, but he just could not bring himself to promote her from mistress to wife. There had been a time when he had trusted her blindly, but that time had come and passed. She really had hung in there for quite a long time, much longer than he had anticipated, actually. But when she had asked him to take that leap of faith, he found he had left his parachute behind and was unwilling to jump holding on to her.
So, she followed through on her threats and moved on for real by becoming the newest feather in her most recent husband’s cap. Always so afraid that people would think he, Michael, had been using her, how had she missed that she was the latest, living, breathing collector’s item in her husband’s Elvis collection? Well, Michael had always known that crappy marriage she had jumped in wasn’t going to work. She could throw herself in all the fancy clothes she wanted, hang all over Cage in a million tabloid pictures looking like she wanted to fuck him right there on that stupid motor cycle, and he still knew that marriage would take a nose dive.
Like the ring she had thrown into the ocean. He still got a good chuckle out of that one. The only thing he had a hard time with was how she had managed to drag her children into that farce of a marriage. Well, maybe she thought her newest Daddy would be a great daddy for them. Oh, the irony of it all.
She had called him before her wonderful, white fairy tale wedding.
“Mike, please tell me not to do this, and I won’t.”
“Lisa Marie, I am sure if you think this wedding is a good idea, then you thought it through and it will be fine.”
It had cost him all his acting skills to keep his tone cold and business like. He heard she was vulnerable and possibly inebriated. Inside, his anger had burned red hot: how dare she call him to help her out of this new mess? Wasn’t she Miss Strong, Miss “I Don’t Give a Fuck?” Well, then let her call it off all by herself. He had no horse in that race. Never mind that he had smashed yet another phone when he heard she had actually gone through with it. No, he was done caring about her and her annoying attention grabbing behaviors.
Well, he had been right. Nick Cage filed for divorce 108 days after the wedding. How odd that the exact number of days her marriage had lasted stuck in his head. 108 days and 108 nights. 108 opportunities to erase the memories of his kisses and his touches from her body and soul by fucking her new man. Did Cage make her scream and moan like Michael had? Could he keep her up nights at a time taking her from one high to another? Could he make her wet and ready with just a look? Did she swear that her heart was forever his as she clung to him minutes after being left breathless from another earthshattering climax? Would she follow him around the world, proving to everyone that she loved him?
Damn it all to hell! When had his thoughts become so totally side tracked? It was his birthday- the start of another year of his life, and he was not about to waste any time on his past. He had learned the hard way he could not control the past- he could only go forward. Today had been about him and about his fans. This is how it should be: he needed to focus on his most ardent and solid source of support: the unwavering love of his fans. He has spent the day announcing new projects, dressed in glittering white, like the new, driven snow, before changing into the black outfit, ready for the party. His fans had cheered “Fuck Bashir!” Yes, fuck the little bastard indeed! All his sick documentary had done was expose Bashir for the liar he was. Michael was no fool and had his own footage. So, the little journalist with the funny accent had thought he could mess with him! Good luck!
The shout, the screams, the sincere expressions of love and devotion had once again strengthened Michael in his resolve to fight. Yes, maybe it was possible and this mess would indeed straighten itself out. If not, he was prepared to go into battle this time. He would not roll over and listen to the advice of people pleading with him to settle. This time, he would prove he was innocent. The settlement had been a horrible idea. It had left him guilty in the minds of too many people. So, if this was not going away, he was ready to take it on, and he had the love of his fans to see him through.
Of course, right now, he could use another type of love to help him through the rest of this night. He wondered if he should have kept some of the numbers from girls trying to get in touch with him all through the day. His security team always was presented with myriads of phone numbers and they handed them to Michael like confetti. No, he was not about to sink that low. He was horny as hell, but he was not about to engage in some random sexual encounter with a fan. His luck, it would be a reporter in disguise, her little purse containing a camera, filming him getting funky with her. On the other hand, maybe that would prove once and for all that his sexual taste was for grown woman, not men, or boys. But sadly, it had become harder and harder to trust anyone, so random sex was out of the question. Michael chuckled thinking that indeed “it” becoming harder and harder was a problem at times. As a matter of fact he reached down to adjust himself to get more comfortable. Well, like so many instances before, his trusted arsenal of movies and magazines would probably be his companion tonight. At least that way, his privacy was ensured.
Upon finally arriving back at the main house, he immediately went to check on the children. The only other source of strength surpassing the love of his fans: his three little angels. He went from bed to bed, admiring their deep slumber. He had spent many a nights sitting in their rooms, watching them sleep, gazing at their little chests rising and falling from the deep breaths they took, watched their little faces flushed from dreams, their precious mouths open. What he would not give to be able to sleep like that! The last time he remembered resting in such deep oblivion was also the last time he had made love to Lisa. He had pulled out of her after making love repeatedly and the last thing he recalled with clarity was her snuggling close to him, her warmth surrounding him as he almost passed out from exhaustion.
Not again! She really needed to stay the hell out of his thoughts. Especially, since once again his pants had become tight.
Michael wet upstairs to his suite. Entering, he opened the remaining buttons on his black shirt, loosening the top button of the black pants and headed over to his bar to pour himself another drink. He knew he was tipsy already, but hey, he only turned 45 once, right?
Happy fucking birthday, you lonely son of a bitch!
The glass was raised in toast to himself. Instead of lingering downstairs, he decided to go upstairs and hit the sack. Maybe the alcohol would help as he really did not feel like calling on any chemical sleep aids tonight. If he wanted to find some relief as planned, he could always watch one of his movies on the bedroom tv. Suddenly, he realized the plan to watch some porn flick and jack off seemed like such a sad and lonely way to spend the night. He remembered one girl at the party tonight- she was slender, her hair straight and long with color reminding him of dark honey, and pretty blue eyes. She had a fairly nice ass and small, but shapely breasts. If only he only could remember her name… He knew Bill stuck a bunch of numbers in his pants pocket; surely, this little cutie was among them. When he had first spotted her, she had reminded him of her.
No, no, no…this really had to stop!
Entering his bedroom, he turned the main light on, trying to find the little scraps of paper, and attempting to sort through them, reading names. Surely, a name would spark a memory. Heck, maybe he should just pick one and see what his lucky gods had in store for him in some sort of sex birthday lottery.
Hello, gorgeous, I am sure you have a name, but really, I don’t care, and you just won the chance to be fucked by the King of Pop. Here is your confidentiality agreement. And do you have a doctor’s note attesting to your health?
He chuckled at his own sick sense of humor. The names all seemed to be written in Egyptian hieroglyphics- make that very small hieroglyphics. Getting older really sucked. This idea started to become less and less attractive. He was too tired to wonder where his reading glasses went. Plus,Grandpa, if you can’t make out the names and numbers, maybe you should just take your old, tired ass to bed and forget about it.
Suddenly, everything went dark. He was pretty sure he had not passed out, since it still felt like he was standing upright, the papers in his hand. What the hell? Was this some brown-out? It was a little late for that. Usually power consumption was down this late at night anyway, so a brown-out would be pretty odd. Plus, Neverland had its own backup generators that would kick in. Ok, so maybe the light fixture just malfunctioned. Great- now he had to stumble around like a fool, finding his phone. Or maybe he should worry about finding a flashlight instead. Decisions, decisions…
A small noise made him freeze instantly. All of a sudden, he realized he sensed another presence in the room. Behind him…there was someone behind him. Oh shit! Had someone broken into the house, intending to take him hostage? All his life, he had feared just such a situation. What about the kids- maybe if he did not put up a fight, they would leave the children alone, just being happy to take the main prize. It was silly though- he just had come through the security parameter- his teams were on alert because it was his birthday and fans always tried to get in. So how did this person get through?
“Who is there? You better turn the light on, I’m not playing. Do it now, or I will….”
“Shhhht…”
He froze. He had not been wrong. Someone was indeed in the room. He felt the person come up behind him.
“Don’t turn. It’s ok. I am not gonna hurt you. Just stand still and it will all be ok.”
The whispered voice was so low he had trouble making it out, but suddenly was pretty sure it was a woman. What the hell? So, maybe she was not a kidnapper at all, more like a fan. Which may or may not be good news. Most fans were really great, but some were slightly unhinged.
She stepped up behind him and her body pressed into him seductively. Oh, and it was definitely a female, unless it was a small man with perky breasts and a non-existent penis. Michael felt her heat and from what he could tell, she was not wearing a whole lot of clothing. Or definitely not enough for a kidnapper. Hm…this was beginning to be interesting. She raised herself on her tip toes, her breast gliding along his back. Small hands reached around him, running first up the side of his abs and then back down toward his pants. Her hips made a small swiveling movement and her fingers travelled in tantalizing circular motion down his thighs and then every so slowly back up to his crotch. The first pass-over was almost accidental. Her hands brushed his manhood which immediately jumped to life. Great, he was turned on by some lunatic who had broken into his house. He really was desperate. She brought her hands back again and palmed his ass before she returned one hand to his package, grabbing it with firm fingers this time.
His indrawn breath was sharp and he felt blood rushing downward, filling him.
“What the fuck…Who are you?”
“Shht. I’m your birthday present. Happy Birthday, big boy.”
He felt her get up on her tip toes, her face approaching his neck. He was bathed in her hot breath before her equally warm and slick tongue darted out, drawing circles on his neck. Her mouth started to kiss and nip on his skin, causing shudders to race through him. Her hand kept up its massage on his dick and balls, and his body responded by arching his hips forward, increasing the pressure and friction.
His birthday present, hum? No doubt, one of his buddies, or even Elisabeth had come up with this idea. Well, who was he to turn away what seemed to be a perfectly good present? He didn’t want to be rude, after all.
He inhaled again, and became aware of her scent surrounding him like a cloud. There was something oddly familiar about the fragrance, but since all his blood had started to pool below his waist, he did not think he could afford time to worry about it.
She removed her hands from him, but continued to kiss his neck, alternately nuzzling him with little pecks, open mouthed kisses, and little bites. He could not remember the last time he had been so ready to shoot his load just from being kissed and massaged. He moaned against the loss of her hand, when something cool and silky covered his eyes. Was she kidding? She had brought some kind of scarf she used as a blind fold? What kinky girl had been sent his way? But sure, why not? He was all for party games on his birthday. Even though he felt like pinning her with his tail right now…
Once she tied the soft material behind his head and was sure he was not able to peek from under it, he heard her walking around him. She stood before him now, her body once again close, her heat radiating all around her. Suddenly, he heard soft sensual music and realized she had turned on his sound system. Someone had provided his little present with very accurate information about his house. He felt her swaying to the music and he reached out, placing his hands on her waist. As he had half expected, his fingers encountered smooth, naked flesh. Her waist was little, her belly flat, her hips nice and rounded. Again, his muscle memory seemed to trick him, informing him that he knew these forms, but he once more disregarded the information. His fingers found soft, lacy material around her hips, and he realized she wore some lacy panties covering her crotch and her wonderfully rounded ass. After he let his hands journey to those two full globes behind her, he travelled up the sway of her hips again, following the curve of her waist, up her chest. Again, his fingers found lace, this time around her breasts.
“If you are here for the reason I think you are, why are you still wearing clothes?” His voice was low and teasing now.
He heard a sensual, deep laughter. She reached up and pulled down his head, a finger tracing his lips. He opened his mouth and sucked on her digit, letting his tongue surround the small finger. She pulled him lower and he encountered soft, swelling lips in short peck. Her tongue electrified him when she traced his lips, and he tried to engage her in a deep kiss, only to find his efforts thwarted by her pulling back. Instead of kissing his mouth, she first kissed his cheek, his jaw, and then traced moist path to his ear.
“Patience is a virtue” she whispered under her breath. He struggled to place where he had heard that voice before, but her tone was too low and disguised by her whisper, so he could not be sure if he really knew the little temptress. Before he could form any more coherent thoughts, she started to use her tongue to trace the outline of his ear, dipping into the small shell, before going lower, sucking and biting on his ear lobe. He felt little currents race from his ear into his gut and straight to his cock which continued to strain against the black shiny fabric of the pants that suddenly felt five sizes too small.
“You might want to cut that out. I’m seriously about to cum, lady.”
Again, she laughed in a throaty, deep way that send more shivers right to his core. Her hands rested on his shoulder now and she slowly engaged her fingers in the task of opening his shirt all the way. Helpful, unwitting accomplice that he had been earlier, she did not have to work too hard before she could pull his shirt off. She helped him out of the garment, and then let her hands glide under the black t-shirt that remained. Her soft fingers traced his ribs and his abs, applying light pressure, her touch being chased by goose bumps. She reached around him and caressed his back, her fingers increasing the pressure now in massaging circles. His head fell back. She could not possibly have an idea how wonderful her hands felt on him. His skin was burning, her hands, while warm, felt cool against him. Her touch both relaxed and incited him. Had he been tired only a little while earlier? All his nerves were on alert and awake now, waiting what his little unexpected visitor would do next. The next suspected move was that she might raise the shirt, ridding him of its protection. Surprise was once again on her side, when she let her fingers come to rest on the v-neck for a second, before gripping two pieces of fabric at his neck and ripping the shirt in two.
“What the fuck? That was new, you know.”
“Opps- sorry,” came the hushed reply.
Well, he guessed he could make do with the thirty other new black shirts he had acquired. She immediately went forward and her mouth descended on his nipples which had started to constrict from the exposure to the cool air around him. Her soft, full lips closed on each rigid tip at a time, sucking and licking it until the peaks were diamond hard, causing him to moan and sigh in delight. When he doubted if he could take the sweet torture any longer, she switched to the other side. His hands were busy as well, roaming along her firm, toned thighs before reaching around and kneading her ass boldly, no doubt leaving his finger imprints on her skin. He finally started to bring his fingers to her front, wanting to feel her softness, test her heat that he felt to be fire- hot through her lingerie. Before he could dip into her well, she bit his nipple sharply and reached for his wrists, bringing them behind him, holding them there.
“Ouch! What? Let me touch you,” he whined.
“Patience!” she hissed back.
Whoever she was, she was a pushy little broad.
Next, her fingers travelled south, and he sent a prayer to heaven that she intended to fee him from the constriction of his pants. His little guest obviously was a mind reader and her fingers swiftly unzipped him, lowering his pants, making him slightly more comfortable. He wore briefs tonight, and she wasted no time, letting her fingers trace the top waist band before just deftly pulling them off. He felt slight embarrassment, not being entirely comfortable having been rendered naked and exposed to this stranger while he was blindfolded and at her mercy. Still, there was something sensual and naughty about this situation. It was an erotic dream come true, and he was not about to interrupt the obvious mission she was on. That would have been very inconsiderate and he wanted to be polite to his guest, after all.
She sank to her knees and he felt his penis jump toward her. She had not touched him yet, and he thought he would explode from anticipation. He heard her soft yet slightly labored breathing and felt her hands on his thighs now, tracing a path upward to where he really needed some attention. One small palm come up to rest on his abs as the other hand gripped his hard shaft. The blindfold really had become rather unnecessary as his eyes closed in the face of this sweet agony. She let her fingers glide up and down, moving the soft skin along hot steel several times, each time alternating fast with slow strokes. A shiver raked through him when her fingers brushed the sensitive tip that had become adorned by small drops of silky liquid, providing further lubrication to her administrations.
His hands once again became engaged and he rested them on her head, feeling and exploring the texture of her hair before the storm brewing inside caused him to fist them in the silky tresses, holding on for dear life. She reacted by sighing against him in a deep guttural sound and by reaching her free hand around to his ass to pull him closer. He felt her hot breath a second before her tongue started to trace the veins on his dick. The hot, slick, yet raspy feeling almost did him in, and he wanted nothing more than to have her mouth surround him. Any second now… the sweet anticipation was about to induce a heart attack. How crazy would it be to perish from being antsy to get a blow job? He fought the urge to just give in and erupt with every fiber of his being. I would be too embarrassing to ejaculate on this stranger before she even got a chance to take him into her mouth. Plus, he was sure she had more surprises in store.
Again, she read his thoughts and finally her hot, wet mouth engulfed him, her full lips applying just the right pressure, her teeth grazing his length. His moans filled the room now. When his hips shot forward, her fingers grabbed his ass and she brought him close to her, not pulling back as he almost had expected. This girl was not shy, and she was skilled and enthusiastic about blowing on his birthday candle. He sped up the pace, feeling the tingling and burning pushing him to the edge. The invisible spiral tightened inside and he started to fuck her mouth in earnest now. He could tell he pushed her, but she took as much of him as she could. When he felt himself hitting her throat she reacted with a purring sound, teasing and stimulating him even more. She was just like…
Suddenly, her mouth parted from his member, leaving him cold and confused. She kissed her way up his torso and chest to his mouth and longed to kiss her lips that he was sure would be swollen and moist. Suddenly, the loss of vision became unbearable and he needed to see this woman.
Obviously, she had different plans, as she pushed him lightly, urging him to walk backwards toward his bed. He took the couple of steps needed, and tumbled backwards onto the cool silk of his red satin comforter. He felt her come up beside him. She was kissing his chest now, biting and sucking his nipples, sending small surges of fire back down to his groin. He felt her straddling him now, felt the heat at the juncture of her legs, as well as the moisture of her panties. His little present was as excited and turned on as he was. She moved and he heard something falling onto the floor. When she bent forward, she reached for his hands and guided them toward her. Before he knew what she was up to this time, his hands made contact with two soft globes adored by rigid diamond peaks. How nice of her to finally join him in disrobing. He kneaded her breasts and heard her sigh and moan in response. She held her small palms over his large hands, keeping them both engaged in the caress.
Leaning forward, she kissed his lips, but again, did not let him engage her in an open fresh kiss. He started to wonder if she was a hooker, and for a minute panicked about her giving him some dangerous disease. No, surely, whoever had sent her here had made sure she had been checked out. Still, why would she not kiss him? Well, he had heard that professional ladies of the night never kissed, so maybe that was it.
Distracted by his thoughts, he had not noticed she had raised his hands up above his head, forcing him leave her beautiful breasts that seemed to fit his palms as if the belonged.
“Trust me…” She whispered as she took one of his writs and tied something around them. It felt like the material he used to wind around his hands these days.
Trust her? She had invaded his inner sanctum, had blindfolded him, and was now tying him to the bars on his headboard. Obviously she had slipped him something that had caused him to lose his mind as he cooperated fully instead of struggling against the bonds. As a matter of fact, his current predicament only served to whip his arousal into a higher state, making his penis engorge even more. And as far as having been drugged, he knew he was too alert for that, so he really only had his own out of control desires to blame for going along with her.
Once she had completed her task and both wrists were tied to the bed, she ran her fingers down the straining muscles of his arms. She massaged his shoulders and then traced his sides, making sure she took time to massage his chest and tease his nipples once more.
“I want to see you. Let me see you.”
In response, her mouth descended on his nipples once again, this time her kisses and her bites were a bit rougher, making him gasp.
“Little cat! Will you be careful!”
He heard her giggle and she changed pace and softly licked his puckered peaks like the feline he just had accused her of being. Once more, her mouth traveled north, kissing his neck in open mouthed kisses, letting her tongue play in the little dip of his neck, licking the sweat that had formed and lingering there as if feeling his pulse. She then approached his lips once more and traced them yet again with her tongue, before softly biting his bottom lip. He raised his head slightly and he took the opportunity to capture her lip which was full and luscious. It was so soft yet firm, tasting like cherries and peaches. His tongue invaded her mouth and she met it eagerly, engaging him in an erotic dance. As soon as she allowed herself to be kissed by him fully, the truth hit him like a ton of bricks.
Of course! Son of a bitch!
Still kissing him, she reached behind him and opened the knots on the blind fold. He blinked, the surrounding darkness now seeming almost bright and illuminating. He had been right! She lifted her head and the blue of her eyes startled him as it had so many times before. She gave him a crooked smile, her tongue darting out, licking her swollen lips, before tossing her hair back. He felt the gesture reflected in the jumping of his dick that grew to twice the size once the identity of his present fully registered. No wonder everything about her from her scent to the feeling of her body to the way she sucked his dick had felt so familiar!
“Happy Birthday, Mike.”
“What the hell, Lisa?”
“Surprise!”
“No shit.”
“Want me to leave?”
“Heck no. Might as well stay now.” If she left he might have to come out of those restraints, chase her little ass down and give her a reason to stay. But he was reluctant to let her in on how much he needed and wanted her to stay. Play it casual, now, Mike. At least she is back for now. He was able to get a hit of his drug.
“I thought so.” That smile again. He felt like strangling her, right after fucking her senseless.
Wasting no more time, she reached down and started to pump him, while she leaned forward and kissed and sucked his neck. The tension continued to build and the internal tornado started to form again. His head rolled back and he forgot any lingering objections to having his almost naked ex-wife on top of him again. Surely there were worse ways to spend a birthday. He was so engaged in trying not to cum that he almost did not notice when she slid down his body like a little snake and used her mouth to drive him to the brink of insanity once more. His lower body arched off the bed violently, straining toward her, not getting enough of her moist heat round him and her tongue providing the added rough strokes she knew would drive him wild. Oh, the bliss and the agony of having a lover who knows you inside and out! She kept an iron grip on his shaft, while her free hand started to rub and play with his balls, rolling and applying pressure at just the right frequency and with just the right force to push him into the raging ocean of his desire.
“Oh fuck, oh shit, Lisa, baby. If you keep it up, I’m gonna cum. Please…” He was no longer sure if he begged her to stop or begged her to continue. His hands gripped the ties holding him prisoner as if he was afraid the impending cyclone would blow him off the bed.
Lisa’s eyes opened and she established contact. He saw in her expression that she had no intention of surrendering her party favor, and he took that as his signal to stop fighting against the force of nature about to break free. His testes tightened like a vice before everything broke loose and he felt his cum start to propel with incredible force from inside down his hot shaft and toward her. She pumped him a couple of more times, before he tensed up, her name a scream on his lips. He tried to pull out, but Lisa now reached around and kept his ass in place, greedily milking him dry, licking him clean gently when he finally stopped convulsing inside her mouth.
Michael’s blood roared in his ears like crashing waves and he felt his pulse pounding in every cell of his body. His breath came in gasps and his head had fallen back, as he tried to see once again through the snow storm flying before him. Lisa kissed his stomach and then up his chest, snuggling against him.
His throat felt dry, and he had to lick his lips and swallow before being able to form words. Questions about her intentions burned on the tip of his tongue, but then he saw her get up from the bed, looking down on him. Surely she was not leaving now?
“What do you want, Michael? What are you telling me with those beautiful eyes of yours?”
A million questions and another billion requests came to mind, but right now, they all seemed insignificant.
“Take off you panties.”
Well, right now her still being clothed seemed the most urgent matter to address. Questions regarding the reason for her presence or her method of entry were secondary concerns and could definitely wait.
A smile appeared on the lips that knew how to drive him crazy. She had been smart to avoid kissing him earlier. As soon as he had tasted her, had felt the way her tongue met his in fierce yet seductive struggle, her secret had been out. No one ever had or ever would kiss him like her. And she understood that power full well. He had thought himself in love before falling for her, but the intensity of his craving for this woman standing here before him was beyond any mundane words of love or hate.
An index finger found its way into her mouth and she licked it like a treat, before letting her hands glide down her body. Her wet finger was used to pinch her nipple and he felt the squeeze and associated tingling ache in his own chest. Slowly, her other hand snaked down her abs, making sure she let her fingers dance over her taunt muscles before she reached the lacy red piece of lingerie. The fiery red provided a beautiful contrast with her tan belly. She traced the top of the underwear, and his eyes were glued to her every movement. Finally both hands succeeded in pulling the scrap of temptation off her in a slow drag driving him crazy. He wanted her naked like yesterday.
“How wet are you?”
She stepped over the panties and approached the bed again, climbing on the mattress, coming to rest in a kneeling positions next to him, her legs opened in a wide V before him. She was such a horrible tease. And so crazily gifted at driving him nuts. Her hand once again played with her breast while the other one approached her lower curls.
“Wet?” She asked with a half-smile, her eyes heavily lidded now.
“Yeah. How wet, Lise?”
Two fingers dipped into her honey pot and his mouth dropped open. Slowly, then with increasing speed she allowed them to glide in and out and her head fell back, her eyes closing. When she withdrew them, she reached forward and traced his mouth as his tongue lapped up the evidence of her arousal. The penis resting in its nest of curls came back to life at the taste that was uniquely her. He wanted to pick her up and throw her on her back, tasting her honey more thoroughly. Shit, he was tied up. Well, there was another way.
“I want to eat you, Lisa. Put that sweet pussy where I can reach it.”
“Well, it is your birthday, so I guess, it’s ok you get some sweets.”
She scooted up and raised herself right over his face, her legs to either side of his him. Her hands held on to his headboard and he thought he would faint as she lowered herself onto his waiting mouth. He kissed her opening and realized he had totally underestimated the extent of her arousal. She was swollen and dripping wet and he discovered he was parched for her dew. He greedily licked the opening that had started to quiver above him. He backed off a bit and kissed her gently, blowing on the pouting nub that had appeared in between the pedals of her sex, calling for attention. Lisa moaned and threw her head back, her arms rigid against the board, bracing herself. He let his tongue dart out to greet her pearl with several strong strokes, causing her to emit softie mewing sounds. He felt the thighs next to him quiver from the impact of her efforts to ride the wave of her desire.
“Fuck, Mike... fucking hell… oh my God. You are driving me insane.”
Nice to know that he was still capable of returning the favor. For one second he remembered that her body had been with other people since they had split and he felt driven by irrational anger to erase the memory of every single other man from her mind. He intended for her to not even be capable of recalling her own name when he was done. He put his mouth on her fully now, sucking and kissing her, having her pelvis rub itself against him as she was whimpering and shaking. He knew she was so close, but he intended to keep her suspended by the strong bonds of her desire a little while longer.
“Untie me, Lisa.”
She stilled all movement. Confused she opened her eyes, and it took a moment for her to focus on him.
“What?” Her voice sounded strained and hoarse.
“If you want me to make you cum, you better untie me. Now!” His voice was a command and her eyes widened in response. She reached behind and untied him. He rewarded her by lightly licking her from her clitoris to the opening of her love canal several times and was thrilled to hear her moan once again. As soon as he was free his hands came to rest on her waist that seemed to have been made for his grip.
“Put your hands back up on the board and keep them there.”
She obeyed and he started to lick and suckle her harder and more aggressively. His tongue teased her by tracking the slick opening several times very lightly, feeling her undulate against him, needing more.
“Mike, please…”
“What? What do you want, Lisa? Do you want this?”
He plunged his tongue into her, fucking her with it, licking her ripped walls, feeling her tighten around him. She gasped and moaned as he pulled her ass toward his face, his fingers digging into her soft cheeks again roughly. He felt her trembling once more and again backed off, leaving her before she could cum.
“Michael…” Her voice was a whimper. He looked up and saw her head was thrown back. Beats of sweat has started to form on her forehead and her chest.
“That’s right. Say my name. I want you to only remember my name. I want you to forget all those other losers you just had to go and fuck- or marry. Could they make you tremble like this Lise? Did they make you cry out like that?”
With the last word he drove two fingers deeply into her as he descended on her clitoris, sucking it into his mouth, before gently nipping at it.
She did scream that time as her hip shot forward and she started to sob.
“Michael, I can’t … Please.. oh God…so good.”
“Tell me, Lisa, tell me if they could do this for you?”
He was possessed by the insane urge to both punish and please her. He felt her firm, hot behind under his hand, and, continuing to pump and rotate his fingers inside of her, letting his tongue and mouth descend onto her dripping pussy once more, he used his free hand to spank her sharply twice, the harsh sound being almost drowned out by her hoarse cry. He felt himself being flooded by her juices.
“Fucking, hell, no, Mike, hell no, only you….only you...” She became incoherent as she muffled her cries by biting her arm to keep from saying more.
For a second her body became rigid before she exploded. Once again, he felt her whole body starting to shake and this time he kept his mouth fastened to her softness, forcing her to tumble over the edge and into madness. She screamed several times as her body convulsed around him and he greedily drank the waters of her release. Suddenly, he realized that he had missed her heady essence, had gone crazy imagining her like this with anybody else. Her upper body arched backward, her breast were pushed out, nipples straining and hard. Her long hair brushed his thighs and he watched her face contorted in absolute rapture.
The display of utter and total sexual abandonment took his breath away and he realized that his penis was painful in its tumescent state, calling for his turn. Good to know that Lisa could still shorten his refractory period in ways that defied his age. Lisa finally opened her eyes drowsily and she started to climb off Michael. He stopped her in mid-motion with her back to him and urged her forward. She understood immediately and went on all fours, arching her back, offering herself up to him once again.
“Take me, Mike. I am all yours tonight. You can do what you want. All yours...”
Her words drove him crazy and he intended to take her up on her offer. Gripping hold of his penis, he stroked it several times before bringing it to the glistening, pouting folds. Lisa looked behind and her face looked flushed, her eyes bright as if high on the most powerful drug. Michael rubbed the sensitive tip of his weapon up and down her sex before holding it still at her opening for a second. He felt the muscles at her entrance jumping, attempting to pull him into their depths. For one crazy moment he feared what it would be like to lose himself in her again. He craved her wet, tight, hotness like nothing else on this planet and feared he might be lost if he ventured into his personal hell once again. His body however, did not seem half as worried as his mind, as he surged forward and into heaven. She felt like a hot, slick, soft yet constricting quilt around him. He had not been able to suppress a grunt, burying himself into her to the hilt. Feeling himself hit her cervix, he proudly noticed her gasp, figuring that indeed her other lovers must not have impacted her too much.
He had planned to take her nice and slow, but as soon as he gripped her waist and withdrew half way, he realized that his plan was nonsense. Instead, his pace increased, and he was encouraged by her holding her own, pushing back against him, grinding her pelvis to his every time they made contact. They both moaned and sighed, Michael heard himself crying out and grunting several times. He felt sweat trickle down his face and chest, and thought his chest would explode from the effort of his heart to pump blood to his organs as his lungs labored to keep the oxygen supply even halfway adequate. One hand left Lisa’s waist and fisted into her hair, pulling back lightly and she moaned. The pace as well as the fervor of his thrusts increased and he felt her dipping forward onto her elbows. The change in angle almost drove him crazy and he thought he was going to explode right then and there. Lisa tightened around him like a vice and he felt the telltale convulsions around him, accompanied by new hoarse moans as she ground against him. With enormous effort he clenched his teeth, willing himself to slow down and keep the high going for a little while longer. Her orgasm provided him with both the chance to take it a little easy and the challenge to keep from cuming himself. No, he wanted this to last.
When Lisa became quiet again, he withdrew slowly, causing her to shiver and moan. He bent forward and kissed her shoulder as he felt what could be mistaken for love, but probably was just lust, rush through him.
“Turn around baby. We’re not done.”
She gazed up at him, her eyes hooded, her hair a sexy mess, her face adorned by a blushing hue that also had spread over her chest. He had almost forgotten how her climaxes painted her in a rosy glow.
“I didn’t think you were. I remember how you roll, Mike.” That cocky smile again. He bent forward and captured the pouting lips, his tongue giving her another preview of how he intended to take her. She rolled under him, and he moved his mouth from her lips to her chest, biting her nipples now, repaying her for the earlier torture. Her legs lifted and locked around him, and he followed the open invitation in one swift thrust, causing them both to moan. The small break had re-established his control and this time, he was able to apply the slow drag and pull he was going for earlier. Lisa tried to urge him on, but he was intent on letting the tension build before he finally sped up the pace once more. He took Lisa’s arms and raised them above her head, holding her wrists, as he raised himself on his knees to be able to have more leverage for his harder jabs and rotating thrusts. Instead of hiding behind closed lids, they both held eye contact and he noticed her pupils enlarge right before the next orgasm hit. For a second he felt as if he was staring right into her soul and he imagined being privy to secrets she really had intended to hide from him.
“Mike, I will always, always be yours,” she whispered as her breathing calmed down. Michael could not help but kiss her and he felt intense tenderness rising from a place he had considered dried up and dead.
Quick, turn this back into a fuck – making love will just not do!
He sped up again and changed her angle one more time, turning her lover body to the side while lifting her top leg. Part of her ass was offered to him once more, and as he pumped into her and heard her breathing quicken, he again spanked that adorable behind in time with his thrusts.
“That’s what you need, princess. You have been a bad, bad, girl. And bad girls have to pay.”
“Yes, oh, yes, punish me, Mike, oh baby….oh fuck!”
He felt her tighten around him and she cried out more obscenities intermingled with his name. This time, he was not able to withstand her pull. His own tidal wave could not be stemmed and he felt every feeling in his body converge into this one point of pure, white light before his whole world exploded in a cacophony of bright neon colors around him. He heard himself cry out her name as he continued to drive into her while his hot jets spurted into her welcoming womb.
When he was totally spent and not entirely sure if he was alive or dead, he fell next to her heaving body. He pulled her close and waited as both their heart rates and breathing recovered slowly. Minutes passed and he started to get chilly from the sweat on his body that was now cooling under the swirling ceiling fan. He reached over and protectively pulled a sheet over them as Lisa snuggled closed into him.
His hand reached out and brushed her moist hair from her shoulders before placing little kisses on the nape of her neck and her back. His arm fell over her, and she reached up and held his hand. The little gesture gave his heart a squeeze.
Michael cleared his throat. He reached over and poured a glass of water from the pitcher he always kept on his night stand, holding it out for Lisa to take a sip, before he drank. She sat up weakly, drank, and then fell back into the sheets.
“Well, that was a surprise. How did you get in?”
She laughed her deep, sexy laughter. “I have connections.”
“How did you get into the house?”
“You never asked for your keys back. And you obviously don’t believe in changing the locks.”
Hm, true. Wonder why he never did either of those things.
Silence again. He felt himself drifting off to sleep, tempted by the soft, secure, fog of content slumber calling him in what felt like the first time in eons.
“Lise?”
“Yeah?”
“Will you stay tonight?”
“Hm…for a bit.”
The feeling of sadness was surely misplaced. The temptation to ask about the meaning of this encounter was there, but so was the fear of the answer.
“Mike?”
“Yeah?”
“Happy Birthday.”
He kissed her shoulder again, drowsily. “Thanks. I like how you deliver birthday wishes.”
“It’s an exclusive service.”
“I should hope so.”
“And Mike?”
“Yeah?”
“I will always love you, you know that right? I mean, no matter what you hear or what I say out there.”
Sleep threatened to overtake him, which was fine, since he did not know what to reply, really. Surely not the truth that he would never love anyone the way he loved her. He pulled her closer and kissed her skin again before drifting off into the deepest sleep in years.
“Daddy, Daddy!”
No. It was too early. Surely the kids weren’t up yet? The sun shone into his face, causing him to pull the covers over his face.
“Daddy, silly! Wake up. It’s almost noon and you said you would tell us about the party!” They were jumping on the bed, making the mattress feel like a boat in the ocean.
Noon?
Memories started to infiltrate the haze he had been basking in.
Oh no! Lisa! The kids could not find her here. What were they to think?
He looked next to him and froze.
“Daddy- why are you sleeping with that next to you?”
Tears rose as he reached out for the object his daughter held out to him.
In his hand he held the most perfect sunflower.
He saw a piece of paper on his pillow and picked it up, unfolding it slowly.
“Always only you.- Eternally, L.”
Fighting the intoxicating mixture of sadness and hope, Michael rose, ready to face the day, and his future, head on.
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