To Have and To Hold- Chapter 16

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July 15, 1997; London – Carlton Tower Hotel

Michael watched the numbers count up to the penthouse floor.  Was the counter broken?  Why was it going so slow? Or was something wrong with this damn elevator?  He bit his lip, then noticed he was tapping his foot quite noticeably.

“Stop fidgeting,” Lisa whispered into his ear with a giggle, and the heat of her breath somehow made him even harder.  

 Gosh, this was so not comfortable! Bad enough she had snuggled up all close to him as soon as they entered the cabin and had somehow managed to stand half in front of him, with the swell of her firm bootie pressed against him.  And he knew what was under that skirt.  Certainly not panties- because they were in the pocket of his jacket.

Rolling his eyes, studying the pattern of the cabin ceiling, he ignored her and tried to think of cold showers, puppies, flowers…anything to make this ride more bearable. Of course, the sky-high adrenaline levels after the show as well as the insane ride from Wembley to the hotel had him all hot and bothered.  The short stop to interact with fans had cooled him off a bit- and the guilt over shortchanging them this time in his mad-dash to get Lisa back to their suite, also took some of the air out of him, but nothing mattered once Lisa was in close proximity once again.  Good thing they had sent the nanny and the kids ahead of them.

“Chill, Mike. They’re gonna catch on…,” She had turned her head again, trying to whisper inconspicuously.

God! What was she talking about?  As if anyone didn’t already know what was going on.  The comment of, “No escape efforts this time, ok, Mike- and we’ll get you up there in record time,” and the barely suppressed grin by Carlos actually did stop his plan to ask security to take another elevator.  With clenched teeth he tried to be respectful and not give them the second heart attack in the same day after the earlier escapade. 

Man, what in the world was going on?  Was he a sex addict now? If, so he better keep that on the down low as he did not desire any treatment. Michael chuckled at his little joke.  But really, he seriously had been acting as if he were a teen not able to control is hormones.  Ever since he and Lisa had decided to take that dip into the refreshing lava bath, they had not been able to keep their hands, mouths, eyes, or thoughts off each other. And to think, he was probably crazier about her right now than at any other time in their relationship. 

Things had been pretty wild on their honeymoon, but this was different.  He had thought he’d lost her. In more ways than one.  And while so much was still in question, he knew he should never have fought that crazy desire and passion for her.  Hell, what he really should have done was ripping up those stupid divorce papers.  After all, he knew damn well she was playing her silly games.  Calling her bluff had cost him so much.  But the lessons, while painful, also had enriched him in some odd way. Not least of which was his son. Still…

Of course, the past couple of days had been pure heaven. Somehow, the never-ending sexual tension had kept him from having to discuss any difficult topics- and Lisa had not been pressing for that talk.  Not that they had much extra time between making love and keeping the families happy. Riley and Ben kept him engaged, and Lisa was kind enough to entertain his father and mother.  When he checked in with Prince, it was usually done while Lisa was busy with her children, and he tried to not bring up his baby boy, as difficult as that had been.  On the very edge of his awareness was the understanding that all those things had to be tackled- but this sexual fog certainly provided a nice island hidden away from the real word and all the connected drama.  Maybe that was one explanation why he simply could not think of anything other than when he'd have his next hit of Lisa.

Today, he thought he had been pretty good to go when they left for the show.  Lisa and he had made love until late into the morning, and he was sure everything was under control while he got ready to meet her in her suite.  The kids were bouncy, even though their nanny had taken them to a local park before lunch.  Ben cajoled him into playing Nintendo with him and he was nice and relaxed. Then Lisa finally appeared, and he about dropped his controller. Ben squealed happily as his mother inadvertently helped him to score.

Damn, woman!

“What is THAT? Excuse me, dear sweet Miss Librarian, have you seen Miss Presley somewhere? And why did you steal her pearl choker? That’s just wrong.” He giggled as his eyes ran over her conservative outfit that looked strangely seductive on her. 

Lisa must have gotten her agendas mixed up: she looked as if she was off for a day at the office, or in court. Typical for her, she had known exactly how to add those little details she knew would drive him mad.  Unless it was coincidental. Like snow in December. The suite was black and kept simple. But of course, the skirt hugged her little ass just right and the top dipped down to her cleavage nicely. Her hair was swept up with a clip leaving her elegant, kissable neck emphasized by the pearl choker he had bought her when they were married.  For some reason, while jewelry on his woman always got him going, there was something about Lisa in pearls, heals, and nothing else that got his sexual Ferrari going from zero to five thousand in no time flat.  Rocket speed.  She topped the look of with her nerdy black eyeglasses and very simple black shoes which drew his eyes to her toned, tan calves, imagining them wrapped around his waist as he fucked her hard against a wall.  Or feeling the muscles tense as he lifted those legs up and over his shoulder, giving it to her nice and deep, hearing her scream his name.  Back to thoughts of cold showers and puppy dogs… 

“What’s your problem, Jackson? Not dressed up enough for you?” With a wicked grin, Lisa winked in that naughty way he adored. No doubt, she had read the glint as his eyes caressed her curves.  He was so used to seeing her in clothing he had chosen for her. But hey, this letting her pick out stuff she wanted to wear when out with him was way more fun, suddenly. It was like getting little surprises on Christmas morning.  He was salivating thinking about unwrapping her later.

“Hardly. I think you are overdressed- that skirt and jacket have to go…,” he laughed lowly, making sure the kids were out of earshot.

“But baby- then my black thong would show…and my bra …oh, oops, I think I forgot my bra… Or do I have a bra and forgot my thong…” she seemed to ponder the question, while he suddenly suffered from dry mouth. Did the room just get hotter? 

“You better be joking.”

“Or what?”

“Or you’re angling for another spanking.”

“Oh, I’m never joking about some things, Mike.” Lisa’s voice was dripping dark honey, and her eyes pulled him in, promising pleasures he was not sure he could wait for.

“Mommy- what are you joking about?” Riley had come running up, and Lisa cleared her throat.

“Oh nothing baby. I was just saying I’m not joking that you guys will have to go to bed straight after the concert.”

“Mommy! Michael and I started a game, and I wanna finish it when we get back.”  Ben complained, joining the conversation.

I know how you feel, Ben. Mommy and I also started a game…

“Well, Michael will have to finish his game another time. I’m sure he will want to go to bed when we get back, right?”

Bingo! Bed being optional, though.

Trying to keep an innocent face, Lisa looked back at him, smirking when she was sure the kids couldn’t see her face. She was such an evil little temptress!

“Your Mom is right, Ben. But we can always pick it back up later, ok?  Give me something to look forward to after all that work tonight.”  He shot Lisa a glance, enjoying the sudden pink hue in her cheeks. 

Oh, baby girl knew exactly what he was talking about.

Already, he was barely able to contain his anticipation and excitement to be alone with Lisa once again.  His head seemed lost in some red, passionate fog- and he hoped he’d never have to leave that cocoon again. The real world was way overrated.

“Mike- we gotta get going. The car is ready.” Carlos stuck his head into the suite, making the real world crash down. Spoils sport!

Lisa rolled her eyes and instructed the kids to stick to their nanny.  He was well aware of her constant dislike of the mayhem of hotel exits.  She never quite appreciated his wonderfully detailed escape plans, so, for today, he had kept things simple.

“I assume we’re going out back? And I expect there are five or six decoy plans, right?” 

Ha, Princess, ye of little faith! I will show you how much things have changed tonight!

Only too well did he remember her indignant rage at being brought into the back entry in Australia. Back then, he had thought her objections were ridiculous.  Even though, truth be told, he had to admit the ugly fact that indeed, he had not wanted to have anyone find out about his constant weakness where Lisa was concerned. 

How much things had changed since that dark night Down Under.  Actually, how ironic his life was at times. Indeed, it had seemed as if everything had been topsy- turvey.  His friend became his wife, and the woman he thought of as his wife, became his lover again- only to leave him alone and scared the next day.  Now, finally, after almost losing her to their stubbornness and then to the crazy machinations of that cult that almost killed her, he was bound and determined to straighten everything back out.  Starting with an accessory choice he had made that night. 

“Nope.  We’re leaving out front.”

Lisa’s eyes narrowed. “Yes, I know you and the team are. But what about the kids and me?”

Michael reached for her hand. “We means all of us.” 

“But…” Her eyes were one big question mark. Oh, how sweet it was to surprise her. Well, he was only getting started.

Silly girl. She should know he’d trick her in all the right ways. Like no one else…

Her hand still in his, he raised it to his lips, kissing it. “But what? You’re with me, girl. And I ain’t gonna pretend otherwise.”

“Are you sure? Michael…I…”  Was the woman with her rapid-fire vocabulary suddenly speechless?  And she seemed thoroughly touched.  She was such a sap! Were her eyes really filling with tears?  The moment was intense and honest, and he felt a bit choked up himself. Suddenly her eyes lowered to his hand still holding hers.  Turning her wrist, she brought his hand up closer to her face.

“Oh, shit….” Her eyes fell on the ring.  Good, she finally had noticed it. About time.

“You remember this?”

“Do I…” She shook her head, looking confused and touched at the same time. “Why, Michael? What in the world…?”

Michael turned and instructed Carlos to go ahead and take the kids and the nanny downstairs first.  Reluctantly, he relinquished her hand while Lisa kissed the kids and instructed the nanny where to meet them.

He then asked Carlos to give them a minute.

“Mike, we’re gonna be late. Traffic’s gonna be real bad, I hear.”

“Well, you know what? It’s not like it’s gonna start without me, right?”

“Guess not, boss.” Carlos shrugged his shoulders and gently closed the door behind him.

As soon as they were alone, Lisa turned as if suddenly not sure she wanted her questions answered.  It still hurt to see how gun-shy she had become.  The tough bravado of the past had lost some of its power and at times her defenses did not suffice to hide how downright timid and very, very careful she had become .

She got burned…and I had been the one throwing the torch at her. 

Swallowing, he pushed the guilty feelings aside. No, guilt was useless.  He would make it up to her- and hopefully prove  how solid he wanted them to be before…

Before you drop the next bomb?

No…before he could fill her in on exactly all the details of how he envisioned their new life.

Lisa cut short his inner conflict, “He’s right, Mike. We’re gonna be late. Let me just grab my purse and we can talk later.”

Now what?  He hadn’t even said anything yet. How come she already looked as if storm clouds were about to dump the floods of hell on her?  Especially, when he thought she’d be thrilled to see him wear the symbol of what they had thought to be everlasting love.  A circle, ongoing…never broken, but with definite up and downslopes.

Michael reached for her hand again, pulling her around to him. “Hey…” His fingers touched her cheeks, then raised her face up so she would face him.  “I just wanna explain…”

Lisa swallowed hard.  He knew she would be surprised to see his wedding band, their wedding band, but he had no idea it would affect her this strongly.  Well, good. She needed to understand how dead serious he was about this…this new beginning.  She was not a bootie-call, and this was not supposed to be a onetime fuck-marathon. 

“I don’t get you, at times, Michael.  I mean…wow…I don’t wanna read into things, but this…” she motioned to the ring, her fingers touching it tentatively, as if she was afraid it would dissolve into thin air, or leave blisters. Like their marriage. 

“I love you.  You.  It’s always only been you…here...” he brought her hand up to his heart. 

“This ring means everything to me.  Still. I want you…I need you to understand that.  I take wearing it very, very seriously. My…my situation is a bit complicated right now…so I’m gonna wear it on the right hand. But, you know, in most places in the world that means I’m married anyway…to the woman who gave me this ring. And so, I got you in my heart on the left side, and got this symbol of our love on the right.  And whenever you see it…you will know…you’ll know how I feel.  ‘Bout what was once- and what will be again… And that I love you…so much.”

This time, Lisa could not hide the tear, despite her attempt at a little laugh. “It’s a little complicated, Mike?  Well, you just made it a whole lotta complicated. This…wow… it’s …I’m ...”

“Happy? In Love?” He gave her a goofy grin and she responded with a real laugh this time.

“Stunned…and…happy,” she took a deep breath, “… and in love.”

The words hung in the room.  Drops of pure light suspended by the illuminating glow of the star that at times seemed distant and elusive, but never completely disappeared from their universe.   Once the words were self-evident and were almost carelessly spoken several times a day. Yet, just like rare currency, now, they once again had to decide when it was prudent to share the wealth.  The only thing was- being too lascivious could leave them emotionally bankrupt just as being too conservative could leave them alone and desolate.  Neither had expressed the now treasured and carefully tended sentiments outside the bedroom.  Of course, their sexual union was always a physical expression of love, but it felt so good to say it out loud once again. 

The door opened, and Carlos surreptitiously fake-coughed before peeking in.

“Mike…we really, really gotta get a move on.”

Lisa reached for his hand and silently followed Carlos. Michael caught up with her and stopped her, kissing her, catching Carlos’ exasperated gesture. There had to be time for this.  She was not coming second anymore.

“Don’t you roll your eyes at me. I’m your boss.”  Michael whispered to him as they hurried down the hall.

“Yes, boss…yes you are…”  Carlos replied pushing the elevator button, with a barely suppressed smile.

Gosh, I just can’t please anyone today…

On the elevator ride down, Michael’s eyes fell on Lisa’s ass.  Almost audibly, his thoughts came to a screeching halt and took a totally different direction.  Suddenly, he remembered what she had causally teased him with earlier as his mind replayed her words.

Forgot to wear panties or bra?

Had she been serious? Was she really not wearing panties?  As if reading his thoughts, Lisa suddenly, and totally not accidentally, dropped her room key and bent over to pick it up.  He almost laughed. That evil little woman! Michael cleared his throat, and Lisa turned, looking at him, catching his eyes glued to her round globes. When she straightened back out, she took two steps back, and now the firm, warm, soft booty was right against him.

Holy shit. 

Guess her mind had taken a detour from more serious thoughts as well. 

Carlos turned, and asked if they were alright.  Michael, with a slightly squeaky voice, assured him he was peachy, while the evil little temptress in front of him nodded emphatically.  Yeah, she looked as if she was about to join a convent or something- her expression all pure and serious.  Too bad he had to wonder if under the outfit which was slightly above a nun-habit lay a very naked behind.  And more.

As soon as Carlos’ back was to them, Lisa reached behind and, with well-trained sniper-like precision, brought her hand between her ass and his immediately budding bulge.  That’s it-she was a sexual sniper. He had to impart that new knowledge on her later.

“Lisa…stop it…” he hissed into her ear, bending forward.  Of course, he had the option to step one tiny step back, but his body took over and instead went the other direction, pressing against her more.  Lisa shot him a little glance over her shoulder looking oh so innocent. It was difficult to decide whether to strangle her or screw her. Before she turned, she licked her lips as her fingers massaged him at the same time through the fabric of his pants. 

Holy Shit! If only this didn’t feel so fucking amazing!

Michael’s breathing accelerated, and he felt his face becoming flushed.  Obviously, the air conditioning was not working in here.  Or, it was all her fault.  Yeah, that was it.  Lisa was simply too much! This was certainly not the first time she had engaged in crazy games right in front of his staff, but given how she had been holding back any displays of affections in the presence of his parents and her kids, he was still a tad bit surprised at the now brazen attack.   And turned on as all get-out.

They arrived at the Lobby, and Carlos stepped out.  Lisa withdrew her hand while blowing him a kiss, and got ready to exit the elevator. Oh, hell no! She was not gonna start something and then leave him hanging. Or standing up straight..Not much was hanging right now with his cock at attention and his balls drawn up tightly. So, before his rational brain could kick in, he grabbed her while at the same time stepping forward to hit the button closing the door. Carlos turned back with his mouth open, and looked as if he was ready to jump back in, when Michael raised his hand.

“It’s ok. I forgot something. Stay here. Be right back.”

“Mike…really….” The rest of the protest went unheard as the doors slid closed and Michael hit the floor number he knew held the conference rooms.  He had to have a serious meeting with this little…terrorist at this side.

“What are you doing, crazy man?” Lisa laughed heartily when she noticed his exasperated face.

“Me? Are you kidding?” Michael took two large steps toward her, forcing her against the back  wall of the cabin.

“What? What’cha gonna do, Mike?”  Those abyss-like eyes tempted him from below her lashes.

His arms came around her and his hands found the round temptation of her ass, squeezing her, making her yelp as he brought her against him roughly.

“I wanna check out what you got under that skirt.  I wouldn’t want you to fall or something and be caught sans coverage.  Bad press, you know…” His voice was hot and deep, his mouth so close to her sweet lips, he could taste her minty breath.

“You’re so kind…and so amazingly considerate…little pervert.” Lisa wiggled against him, driving him crazy.

“Me? I’m not the one running around naked. Or announcing that I’m naked. I wasn’t thinking about kindness, Princess, more along the lines of punishing that sweet ass if you really don’t have panties on.”

“Oh, promises, promises!” Those eyes yelled at him to take what he wanted- and who was he to hold back?

Michael cut off any further words as his lips greedily tasted the glistening lips and his tongue immediately swept in, surrounding hers, stroking, dancing, teasing, seducing. Lisa moaned and pulled him closer by the lapel of his jacket. Michael ran his fingers down the fabric of her skirt and then, after he arrived at her thighs, he started to gather the fabric, raising her skirt ever so slowly. 

“Michael, you gonna mess my skirt up- stop it,” Lisa fake protested with that low laughter getting his blood boiling, when she finally pulled away from his kiss, panting.

Oh, he was gonna mess her up alright. And if she was worried about wrinkles, she shouldn’t have unleashed the beast within.

Before he could continue his inspection, the elevator stopped at the floor of his choice. Good thing he happened to know the conference room floor was empty that day and he was familiar with the layout, having had meeting with his people there the day before Lisa arrived. 

Now, he just had to hope and pray that cleaning personnel wasn’t busy cleaning empty rooms.

Kissing her quickly one more time, Michael pulled Lisa along as she giggled and protested he would make her fall.  Oh please! Lisa could run a marathon in those heels. She was in no danger whatsoever- other than being ravished by his crazy appetite.

“Michael- we’re gonna be late.” She laughed.

Ignoring her, his only reaction was to look left and right to orient himself before he darted down another hall to one of the office spaces he remembered.  She shouldn’t have teased him about her wardrobe if she had been oh so worried about them being late. Plus, like he told Carlos- the show wasn’t going to start without him.

“Michael, what the heck are we doing up here, slow down, maniac!” Lisa was laughing so hard, her voice broke into cute little hiccups.

Trying the door knob, he smiled to himself when it gave under his touch. He pulled Lisa into the office and shut the door behind her, whirling her back around so her back came against the door as he immediately attacked her neck.  God, how he loved that pearl choker on her.  Kissing up a path to her ear, sucking and biting on her earlobe, he reached up and started to caress the pears on her, before moving back to her lips, still playing with the pearls. Lisa’s little moans and sighs didn’t’ to anything to remind him of waiting staff, a show to get to, or any other real life concerns.

“You’ve lost your mind….” Lisa managed to moan between kisses, her eyes having that half drugged shine he fed off.

“And you love it…since you make me lose it.”

Michael moved the choker up slightly on her neck and started to suckle that soft spot on her neck, knowing the tickling would turn her to mush in his hands. Also, he totally loved the idea of leaving a hickie on her that would be covered by his jewelry…branding her… Maybe he should send Luke or whoever else thought they could compete a picture. No, that would be immature. Lisa knew the deal.

“Mike, you’re gonna leave a mark…”  Lisa panted, her neck presented to him.

“So? Not the first one…” He kissed the appearing redness, smiling to himself.

Mission accomplished.

“Yeah, but this one people will see….”

Michael chuckled as his mind raced back to the other places he had staked and declared as KOP territory. The resulting tingling increased his erection. 

“Ok, lady.  Fess up…”  Putting the choker back in place he glared down into her passion filled eyes.  In the dazed state she was in, the glow always reminded him of azure, stained glass with the sun highlighting every shimmering facet.

“What? I have no clue why we are here.”  She gazed at him from hooded, seductive eyes.

He almost had to laugh at her angelic, innocent expression. His little devil in disguise.

“Oh really?”

“Really.”

Michael lightly grabbed Lisa by the waist and, placing light, teasing kisses on her lips, moved her toward the long conference table. With a swift motion, he turned her, placing her hands on the edge of the table, his hand on her lower back, bending her forward. 

Despite her little surprised yelp, Lisa immediately assumed the position she knew would get him all kind of sprung. 

“Michael!”

Oh yeah, I bet you’re all kind of shocked now, Princess. Not. As you were asking for trouble, obviously.

His eyes were glued to the outline of her ass presented to him.  He still did not see any panty lines. Oh, she was going to be in for it if she actually had decided to do this. 

“Clothes inspection, Presley.  Seems I can’t leave getting dressed to you and your naughty, dirty, mind…”

His hands massaged her shoulders, then glided down her back, her waist, before settling on those firm globes begging for his touch.  Massaging her delightful behind deftly, he was well aware of the ever increasing size of his cock, begging for release. There was also some small, left over part of his brain tryingd to remind him that really, there was no time for this kind of play.  Well, too bad all the blood was in his southern head, so he was not able to listen to those boring thought through the drumline of the blood in his ears.

Lisa froze and help perfectly still as he ever so slowly started to raise the black fabric up her thigh.  Watching her toned, tan legs revealed had him salivating, and he was not able to resist touching the hot skin, delighting in the trace of goose bumps.

Lisa whimpered as he raised the skirt all the way and he closed his eyes, not wanting to spoil the surprise of seeing her naked, dripping pussy.

When he opened them back up, he was almost disappointed to find-  a sexy very thin, very black, very skimpy thong riding between those gorgeous ass cheeks, barely covering her very swollen, very moist cunt.

Lisa looked over her shoulders back at him, giving him a sly smile. “See? I was such a good girl…”

Good girl, my ass!

Even though it was her ass presented up to him in such a lovely manner that occupied his thoughts.

Michael’s hands massaged her tempting skin, now kneading her without the distraction of her skirt, which was hiked up high on her ass.

“Oh yeah?”  One hand traced the outline of her panties that barely deserved such a name, as they really were more of a piece of silk floss running between her legs.  The other lifted and smacked that adorable bootie, making her jump and yelp.

“Mike!”

“You know you deserve this, you naughty little thing. Teasing me like this...”

His fingers pushed the soaking material aside, tracing her dripping, puffy, silky folds, listening to her moan his name once more.

“You think you earned one more little spanking?”

Lisa looked back at him again, her lips open and glistening, her perfect match for what was going on down on the playground his fingers were enjoying.

“Yes, Daddy, I’m sorry for being such a cock tease…”

Oh, was she ever? And his dick was aching now. 

And you are getting later and later…

Fuck that! He had important business to finish right here.  Letting his hand descend on her once more, he watched her push back further, just in time for him to trace his finger up to the rim of her opening, teasing her there, entering her fully, hearing her little cry edging him on…

“Damn straight girl…you teased me alright and you know what? “

He moved his finger inside of her, knowing he hit that spot driving her crazy while his thumb caressed her thumping little nub.

“What...” Her voice was a sigh and he could tell be the tightening around his fingers that she was close to losing it.

“How ‘bout we’re gonna let the real punishment be…”

She moaned and pushed against his hand, her pelvis gyrating, dancing with his hand.

He slowly withdrew his finger and put her little thong back in place, smiling at her protest as she glared back at him.

“Don’t you dare…”

“Oh I dare, girl. Let’s let the real punishment be for you to wait all fired up till I give you the relief you so badly want…And no cheating.”

While she continued to protest, he straightened out her skirt, noticing he had left a white stain on her butt, oh well. He guessed he had still had make-up on his hands.  He wasn’t gonna tell her, and it wasn’t as if she would notice.  Another mark.  Michael smiled to himself. 

Lisa turned, with murder in her eyes.

“You can be such a prick, you know that?” She gave him a lopsided grin, as she leaned against the table, grabbing his jacket, pulling him down to her, greedily kissing him.

Michael returned her greedy kiss, grabbing her hand.

“Oh yeah, well, how ‘bout you feel what you did to my prick, baby girl. And isn’t it fair to know I’m gonna be in pain as well…”

With this, he was content to leave well alone, alone. But no, of course, Lisa and her greedy fingers had other plans.  One hand ever so slowly travelled down between them, grabbing him through his pants.

“Oh baby…that does feel painful…”

When she grabbed him and squeezed hard, he almost saw stars. Gosh, and here he had thought he couldn’t get any harder.

“Baby- stop that…we gotta get going…and I can’t go down like that…”

Kissing his neck and nibbling on that spot on his neck driving him nuts and sending all kinds of chills through him, he barely noticed her other hand on his pants as well, grabbing his tightening balls.

“Oh, I got you going alright…and as far as going down….” With masterful speed, she started to undo his pants.

Oh no! Surely, she wouldn’t…. What if someone came in?  He hadn’t locked the door.  Adrenaline rushed through him, stirring his blood even more.  Oh, this was so sick. And he never wanted to recover.

Lisa had undone his fly and reached in to free his cock, making him tremble.

“Here, Daddy, why don’t you lean against the table now…seems you got a weak spell…” She maneuvered him against the very table edge he had tortured her against minutes earlier.  He really shouldn’t let her. But damn, this felt so good. 

Lisa stroked him up and down with a firm grip, using his juices to rub her thumb smoothly over his exposed head. Michael swallowed and surrendered all resistance as she pulled his pants down in one swift motion.

“Fuck…”

“Well, we’re not having time for that…but I can tell it won’t take too long to bring you some relief…even though you are an evil tease yourself.”

Lisa sank to her knees, her hands still on him making him see spots and almost making him shoot his load before he could even aim for those luscious lips.

“Oh shit, girl…I think you’re paying me back good now…don’t stop…”

He almost reached for her head then remembered her hair held together with that clip. Man, he loved to see her hair wild and free when she was giving him head, but seeing her all prim and proper in the most improper position before him, her tongue lapping his dick, licking him up and down, also had a certain appeal.

“Oh, don’t worry…I’m not stopping…I’m just getting started- and you get to pay me back later…in spades…”

Oh, he planned on it! When she finally stopped her teasing and fully took him into the moist heat of her mouth, he almost lost it.  God, he was so ready to cum!

Suddenly, after moving her mouth up and down on him while still gripping him with one hand and fondling his tight balls with the other, Lisa surrendered his tortured cock, causing his eyes to pop open.

“What?  Please, Lise, I’m sorry, I teased you…baby, come one, you gotta help me out here. I can’t go down like this…please ….”

Lisa laughed.  “Oh don’t worry. I was just going to show you…”

Her fingers came to her blazer, and she slowly undid her buttons.

“That I wasn’t teasing all the way earlier…I really…”

As all the buttons were open, she pulled the black material open, making his mouth drop open.

“Did forget to put on my bra.”

With that, she went back to the task of sucking him dry, and the motion of her lips, the teasing of her tongue, the feeling of her teeth on his head every time she took him back in, combined with the image of her conservative outfit, now hanging open, revealing her perfect little breasts, broke his control totally, as he fucked her mouth seriously. Lisa, her eyes on him, started to play with her breasts, tweaking her nipples, moaning against him.  It was simply too much. He felt the familiar tightening in his balls and the glorious fireball started to race up his cock, as he exploded into her mouth, trying hard prevent his moans and yelps break through the barriers of the room.

“Oh, shit…damn….baby….Lisa….Oh hell……fuck…..” His world was spinning around and around as he kept shooting his hot cum into her mouth and watched her drink him greedily.  The climax was so intense, he thought he’d never stop jerking against her.  Lisa slowed her ministrations, and she lovingly licked him clean, before raising herself from her knees as she rubbed her body against him, snuggling up to him.  Michael grabbed her chin and kissed her deeply, tasting himself on her, feeling the crazy passion and love curse through him still.  Lisa reached down and lovingly stroked his still sensitive penis.  Michael sighed against her, trembling from her touch. 

After giving him a second to recover, engaging in the most splendid kiss, Lisa pulled his pants back up and he helped to contain his semi hard cock.  At least this was better than before.  After he took care of himself, he lovingly closed the buttons on her vest, shaking his head, laughing softly.

“What?” Lisa asked with her own grin.

“You just never cease to amaze me, you know that?  And here I thought you were just playing ‘bout going half naked.”

“I am not half naked, thank you very much. And we better start moving before you security team strokes out.”

“Oh shit…” She was right- it was a miracle no one had busted in on them as it was.  Guess they had forgotten about this floor. Which also meant they were combing the rest of the hotel.  It was almost funny. He could imagine them asking innocent hotel guests, “ ‘Scuse me- I seem to have misplaced Michael Jackson, have you seen him?”

Michael shared his little joke with Lisa as he pulled her off to the elevator. On the way down, he made sure his fedora was in place and he put the mask back on as well.

As they left the elevator, five of his guys came running, walkie- talkies in place, calling off the rest of the search team.  He apologized profusely, being glad his mask hid most of his blushed face and his embarrassed smile.  How in the world did Lisa manage that poker face she liked to wear.

They made it out to the car and settled down, after Carlos came running, and Michael could only imagine the curses contained behind his stoic front.  He sure was glad he didn’t have to work for someone as impulsive and crazy as that person he became when Lisa was around.  Of course, his life was much more fun then, as well.

“Hey, Mike…” Lisa suddenly leaned in.

“What?”

“I noticed you…ahm…got a little dribble stain on your pant leg.” She could barely contain her laughter.

“Fuck! Seriously?” He looked down and sure enough….there was some of the evidence of his little playtime.  Great, just great. 

Lisa was openly laughing now. “Well, maybe people think you spat up some toothpaste or something.” Michael rolled his eyes, a little annoyed at her glee now. Yeah, wonderful. Oh well, even though there had been some reporters there, it was not as if someone was going to go over those picture with a fine tooth comb later.  So, in theory, he should be ok. 

Suddenly, he remembered the stain on Lisa’s ass and smirked.  He could be nice and fill her in. Then again, she deserved to be left in the dark.  That would be much more fun.  Of course, it would be hilarious to tell her later. 

“What are you cooking up now, Mike? I can tell you’re up to something.”

“Me? No…Uhm, but I did forget to tell you something.”

Her face turned serious immediately. Gosh, she was so guarded.

“What?”

“There will be a team from Entertainment Tonight filming backstage tonight.”

“Oh shit. Seriously?  Well fuck!” Lisa pulled away slightly, and stared out of the window.

Now what? Was she embarrassed to be seen with him?  Was she afraid her buddies at home would see what she’s been up to? Stain on her ass and all?

“Lisa, it’s ok, no need to over-react, baby.” He reached for her hand.

Lisa, her lips tight, glanced at him.  “So, where am I hiding?”

Oh Gosh- did she really think he was going to stash her in some box or closet or something? Had she not gotten what he had said earlier?  That the hiding game was over? 

“Don’t’ tempt me. But no, really- nowhere, you’re just gonna be right there. Don’t worry, I’ll be there with you and you don’t have to do or say anything. Just hold my hand and you’ll be fine.”

Lisa looked at him as if he was speaking Chinese again.

“You’ll be there?”

“Yeah, they’re kind of there for my show. So- of course I will be there.”

“And I’ll be there, too? With you. Backstage?”

At time he really had to wonder if her illness had killed too many brain cells.  Silly girl!

“Absolutely.” He laughed and raised her hand to his lips. 

“And what about…what about your wife?  Your parents?  Your fans? The press?  You know, all those people who do not know we are back to being fuckbuddies.”

Michael flinched. God, surely she didn’t see them like this again?  He knew she loved him. Was it that hard to trust him on this? 

“Well, you can add me to that club. I didn’t know that’s how you see us.”

He knew she was in protective mode, but, damn, it hurt when she turned like that! Didn’t she see his efforts to have her there with him, to basically announce to the world that he was back with her, meant something? 

Yeah, can she not honor your efforts to publically expose yourself as an adulterer? Which made her…

No, it wasn’t like that. His marriage wasn’t for real. Deb had tried to turn it into that publicly but it was nothing but business.  This was his life. He had given so much. He was simply not willing to hide Lisa and his love for her.  Against his every instinct to keep this part of his life, this deep, crazy love to himself, he wanted to prove to her that he didn’t care what others thoughts. That he wasn’t going to fold to outside pressures ever again. That he regretted having made certain concessions to please others.

Lisa sighed, “Mike, it’s not how I see us. I’m sorry. I guess, I’m…I’m just surprised.”

“Look, I want you there with me. They will film. I don’t care what their dirty minds do with the info.  Probably nothing. You know, a freak like me can’t love a gorgeous woman like you…or be loved by her.”

Lisa’s turn to flinch at his cold, sarcastic tone.  Her hand came to rest on his cheek, holding his face in a comforting, supportive, loving gesture.

“Hey. Don’t do that. Don’t talk like that. I love you. If you want me there, I’ll be there. As your friend.  And as the woman who loves you.” She tilted her head. “Okay?”

Michael pulled her toward her, touched by her words. “Okay…and then…hope the show pleases you, my lady. And remember, I’ll be dancing only for you.”

“Well…” Lisa kissed him softly, “Don’t wear yourself out too much.  You got some payback to deliver, lover boy. So, don’t grab too hard.”   Oh, he’d be grabbing alright- and making sure he thought of her sweet touch every step of the way.

The show had gone well and the little PR thing with the crew from Entertainment also had not been too painful.  His team had laid out his ground rules, including no snide remarks at Lisa and his friendship, and they were actually observing them. Lisa clung to his hand like mad, but she also seemed to manage just fine.  This was the first time in what seemed an eternity she had been backstage for a full show.  She had been at video shoots before things were blown all to hell, but there was something thrilling and special about him looking off stage and seeing her and the kids there.  It was so cute, too.  Every now and then he was sure Lisa stared at him in a way that was nowhere near a PG, G, or even R rating.  Did she not know how dangerous it was to look at him like that with her cheeks all flushed and her eyes glossy like that?  If he didn’t know any better he thought she was suffering from a fever.

Shoot, maybe it was not such a good idea to leave her hanging in that conference room.  The look in her eyes spoke of all kinds of naughty thoughts.  Of course, he also knew very well that his performance just might have had something to do with getting her all hot and bothered. After all, he was no idiot and he was well aware how certain moves reminded his girl of the little private dance they were so perfect at.

“What?”  he glanced at her during a quick wardrobe change backstage after he had motioned for her to come with him.  She was causally leaning against a wall, while Bush helped him peel out of his outfit and pour him into another. While her stance was all nonchalant innocence, her eyes were anything but.

“Nothing….”  She looked at him from under those hooded azure jewels, full of mischief.  Gosh, she better stop it, he only had a set amount of time before he had to be back out. 

Lisa reached over and handed him a bottle of water. “Want some…”

“No, but you look like you do…,” he whispered, kissing her neck, feeling her shiver. 

This was fun, he should have her with him more often.  She definitely brightened the monotony of the performance.

“What gives you that idea?” Lisa laughed and reached up to brush a strand of his hair out of his face.

“Michael, drink some water…” Bush urged him, holding out the new jacket to him.

Michael rolled his eyes, and took the bottle from Lisa, making sure to allow his thumb to run the sensitive skin of her wrist.

“I don’t know…you look…” He tipped her chin up to him, studying her thoroughly.

“Like I wanna rip that tinfoil off your ass?”

“Lisa….” Michael almost spat the water out, glancing at Bush, who was also chuckling.

“You don’t like the pants, Lisa? I think they are a masterpiece. You gonna get Wardrobe mad if you diss his work.” Michael winked at Michael Bush.

“Yeah, Lisa, what’s wrong with the pants? Too shiny?”  Bush chimed in.

“What pants?  Oh, I’m sorry- the foil you got him wrapped in… I mean…was there a wardrobe budget shortfall? Cause I mean, it looks like y’all skimmed on the material, too.” Lisa joked along, while pretending to be serious. Her eyes were on his crotch and she better watch out- these things were not exactly known for their camouflage ability.

Those pants had been the topic of much discussion.  And it seemed they also attracted Lisa’s attention.   Well, he had to agree with her a bit…initially he had asked the very same question when he first tried them on. They did fit like a second skin.  And certainly clung to him like one.  But it was fun to watch and listen to the stir they had created. 

“Well, I don’t know what you’re talking about. They do what they’re supposed to. Draw attention to my legs when I dance.”

“They draw attention, alright. To all three of them.” Her dry answer made his cheeks flush and caused him to almost choke, laughing.

“You better watch out girl, you’re being mighty bad…your punishment meter is climbing…,” Michael whispered to her as he led her back to her seat.

“You better watch out, yourself, Jackson. The headline ‘Ex-wife jumps on stage and covers Michael Jackson’s hard on up with her jacket while exposing her naked boobs’ might be your punishment.”

“Girl…I better be the only one seeing those treasures.” Michael kissed her hard, half running back to for his entry.

“Uhum…and I better be the only one reaping the benefits of all that…” her eyes dropped to his cock again, which, well trained by her as it was, reacted with little jump. “…raging adrenaline.”

Well, she knew him too well. The adrenaline had been raging alright. As soon as he was rushed out after the last note, Lisa and the children, as arranged meeting him by the cars, it suddenly occurred to him that it would not be a great idea to have the kids in the car with him.  Not while he was in that state.

It had been difficult enough to not get all worked up by dancing and having Lisa there gazing at him, shooting him looks that at times had him want to run off stage, grab her, and drag her off to his dressing room, but to ride in the car with her so close, and not be able to touch her, would be torture. 

When he got to her, he announced Riley and Ben would be riding with their nanny in the second car. Lisa’s lips tightened for a minute and she hot him a questioning look, but then she smirked, and they both kissed Riley and Ben.

“Michael, why can’t we ride with you?” Riley protested with a pout. He had to laugh- she looked so much like her mother like that.

“Michael is all sweaty and gross and he needs extra room- so you guys go with Christine. You’ll have him tomorrow when we can spend all day together.”

Michael gifted her with a wry look. Gross and sweaty? He’d show her gross and sweaty. On the other hand, he did need extra room….one never knew what could happen on a long ride back to the hotel.

Michael reminded the kids they’d go to London’s biggest toystore tomorrow, and they hugged him tightly – obviously not minding his gross sweatiness too much.  Then, without anymore protests, they scampered in with their nanny, chatting with each other in a very animated way.  Lisa leaned in to kiss them as he turned and got into his car, but not without glancing at her backside stuck out to him while she talked to the kids.  Was she doing those things on purpose? Jeeze!

As soon as she was in the car, his driver pulled off, and Lisa leaned back into the seat, closing her eyes.  Okay…. What was that about? First she oogled him all night as if he was some tasty steak and she was a hungry carnivore, and now she was going to sleep? Staring at her with rising frustration, he noticed she peeked at him by slightly opening one eye.  Oh, Miss Presley was in a playful mood.

“Did I put you to sleep?”

“I’m exhausted from watching you.”  A slight smile played around her lips, but her eyes remained close.

Michael scooted closer.

“”What did you think…come on. Did you like it?”

Her forehead furrowed, and she bit her bottom lip.  “Parts of it…”

Michael laughed. Oh really?  Leave it to Lisa to stay all remote and critical when thousands of fans just had spent hours screaming for him.

“What parts didn’t you like?”

Lisa’s eyes flew open. “Well, personally, I could have done without some chick pawing my man. Even though….that was kind of funny.”

Gosh, how nice it sounded to be her man. I loved that huffy tone of possessiveness in her voice.

“Funny, hm? I think it’s sweet.”

Lisa finally sat back up, bringing her face very close to him now. “Sweet? Well, yeah, you would…”

“What? It gives fans a chance to express their love to me- and me to them.”

Lisa snorted. “It gives crazy chicks a chance to press themselves against you and feel whatever the foil isn’t hiding.”

“It’s not foil. You felt it- it’s cloth.”

“Yeah-techno age loincloth.” 

He laughed again and she also had to chuckle.  Her eyes shone at him and a spark of her glowing inner light illuminated a part of his soul he had kept shrouded in gloom and mourning.

“Lise…” He leaned in, suddenly serious.  The realization that this was how it always should have been hit him. Lisa and he- after a concert. Talking about the show.  Feeling all riled up and knowing she’d be able to lasso him back to earth.  She was his grounding and his inspiration.

Tonight, his performance had felt as if he had wings. Every note, every word, every dance step was a declaration of love.  They were the language that outlined the sacred wording of their new contract.  Finally, it was all coming together. His vision was taking shape. He had looked off stage and seen her there with Riley and Ben. And for one second, he could almost envision Prince and the new baby with her.  His family.  The circle was coming to completion as it always had been designed. In their human failing they had almost destroyed the divine plan, only God was stronger.  They had paid for their headstrong impatience and their blasphemous doubt.  But God was loving and forgiving- and here was their second chance.

As long as Lisa is also forgiving and will overlook that second baby you made with Debbie…

But it was not as if he had slept with Deb or had deceived Lisa on purpose. It had been planned. She would understand. She loved babies.  And, looking into her eyes, he was so sure she loved him. 

Even though that light had been there before…and…

And nothing. He had messed that up.  Maybe she had been right and he had not trusted her enough. Had not listened to her concerns.  She was correct: he had been horribly busy with the record and with the upcoming tour. But now it was all done. He had learned from his mistake.  He would never ignore her again...  He could be that man she wanted and needed.  If only she gave him enough time and freedom to work out that little situation with Deb.  Surely, that was not too much to ask in exchange for a magical future. 

“What?” Lisa touched his hand and held it tightly.

Why was it anytime he started to ask a question she looked so scared?

Maybe she knows there is something else coming. Like you telling her about the second baby. 

Michael swallowed. Well, now was not the time for that.  They did need to talk. But not now. 

“I just realized that I never performed like I did tonight.  You…you just don’t know what it meant to see you sitting there.  After…after everything…to see you back there.” His voice broke and he swallowed the rising tears.

Lisa’s eyes welled up a bit, too, as always changing the display of rainbows before him.

“So, does that mean you normally don’t have an exact outline of your penis on display?  That was all for me…Wow…”

Michael blushed, and burst out laughing. Grabbing her head, he pulled her toward him and kissed her hard.

“Yeah, all for you, Lisa.  Why don’t you get a little preview while we seem to be stuck here. And I think I owe you a little something for being such a good girl and not jumping my bones right there in front of everyone on stage.”

Michael reached up and pulled the little privacy curtain closed, while kissing her hungrily.

“Michael!” Lisa broke away to get some air. “This thing is not sound proof you know….”

He bent his head and started to kiss her neck, then made a trail up to her ear, nibbling on her, while his hand started push up her skirt… His cock twitched in anticipation. 

“Well, you gotta be extra quiet then…while I make sure that thong is still in place.”

His hands reached her hot thighs, pushing her skirt up further ever so slowly.

“Ah, Mike, about that…”

What now?

Lisa reached into her purse and pulled something out… His eyes searched her cheeky eyes for an answer while her hands stuck something into the pocket of his jacket.

Biting her lip again in that way that drove him crazy, she raised an eyebrow and slowly he reached into his coat…

HOLY SHIT!

His fingers touched the silky material of an item that felt suspiciously like the thong he had admired on her earlier. 

Staring at her, he raised an eyebrow and shook his head, not being able to keep from grinning.

“You got me hot, baby…I had to get rid of something…Come on Daddy, cool me down a bit…”

With that, she scampered onto his lap, kissing him wildly.

Oh God! How in the world was he going to cool her down when his world just went up in flames?

The elevator jumped, bringing him back from his thoughts. They had finally arrived at their floor.  Of course, all those contemplations about the rest of the day had him crazy hard and beyond uncomfortable.  He looked down at Lisa, whose cheeks were still flushed from the orgasms she had raced into on their ride back to the hotel.  Thankfully, she had given him a quick handjob as well, using her panties and her mouth to clean him off.  Sadly, one would never know, as he was in dire need of some real, lasting relief. Then they would finally be able to talk.  At some point. 

Lisa pulled him out of the elevator and he positioned her right in front of him- a convenient human shield for his armed missile.

“Night, Mike.  Have a good night- get some rest.” Carlos didn’t even try to hide the dirty grin. 

Oh, this was wonderful.  How would he ever look at his guys again?  He should probably give the driver a raise, too. The loud music still had not been enough to drown out their little noises and he did not want to read about the little joy ride in some tell-all from a disgruntled employee at some point.

“Mike, are you coming?”

Lisa stopped at his room and turned around to face him.

“Oh, I plan on it baby girl…Several times…”

Lisa laughed, and as soon as he had managed to open the door, he grabbed her and pushed her against the nearest wall.  Flying high on adrenaline and on that crazy love he once again was allowed to give free reign, for the second time tonight, he felt like he was flying.  Never to touch the ground. Or at least not for the next several hours.

Caught in a frantic haze, their lips and hands all over each other, they were both blind and deaf to the knocks- until a loud cough caused them to freeze- and stare at the intruder.

(to be continued)

 

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