Description: You and Michael are both in successful positions at a toy company, yet you both strongly dislike each other. Until your boss makes you two go on a business trip together to ‘bond’ with each other ………accidentally booking you two at a couples getaway hotel where things take a turn.
Warnings: smut, reader is lowkey a man eater at first, oral f!receiving, p in v sex, multiple orgasms, 7 year age gap, cussing, 18+, dirty talk, Michael talks you through it, subreader, soft!dom Michael.
An: I took inspiration from a few fics where Mj and the reader hated each other and I was like yeah I gotta write something like that but with my own twist!!! I’m so tired so the mistakes will be corrected eventually, hopefully this is good!!
The conference room air was rigid and reeked of mass success with executives, vice presidents, and directors from different divisions of the company.
Your acrylic nails thrummed softly against the walnut conference table as you waited for everyone to be seated to begin the meeting.
Everyone was in line the for the glazed donuts which was courtesy of your funds.
You flipped through papers, making sure statistics and data sheets were ordered correctly in your Manila folders.
“Alright everyone, I think I’ve let you all have enough time to mingle…I think we should begin our meeting,” a blonde haired lady announced. Her lips were a bold red and her blonde bob complimented her professional edge, accentuating her taut expression.
She was the CEO of the most prominent toy company in the industry right now.
Everyone quickly moved into their seats, the chatter ceasing quickly. Every seat was filled except for one, indicating someone was late.
“Now…let us have a word from our chief financial officer ,” she announced, turning her gaze towards you.
Everyone followed suit, their gaze floating onto you.
“Good morning everyone, hope the morning treat I provided will wake you all up,” you began, gaining a few laughs, “I’m happy to reveal that due to everyone in this room efforts, we have exceeded our quarterly projections whilst also giving back to many different charity’s this year.”
As if on queue, the room vibrated with the sound of booming applause. You smiled brightly once the applause ceased and sat down into your chair, the conversation was now on the CEO. Everyone turned their attention back to her as she gave you an assuring smile.
“The best news to hear is good news but our jobs are not finished, theres still plenty of kids who won’t have toys this Christmas and-“ she stopped once the glass door of the conference room opened, “well if it isn’t Mr. Jackson. Traffic better be the excuse on why my chief of operations is late.” She joked, eliciting a soft chuckle from everyone.
Your eyes narrowed as they watched him walk towards his seat. He had on a sharp black blazer that was button shut, only giving you a small glimpse of the white button he had on paired with his black tie. His long straightened hair framed his jawline, emphasizing his handsome features.
His brown eyes flickered towards you briefly for a few seconds and within those few seconds you shot him a poisonous stare.
Showing your utter dislike for him blatantly.
He sat down then immediately began apologizing for intruding on the meeting before whispering something to the vice president of sales, who was sitting next to him, making her giggle flirtatiously.
“No need to apologize, I’m glad you’re here, your actually just in time,” she said quickly before going back to where she left off, “Now, being that many children from underprivileged backgrounds won’t have toys this Christmas we will start planning events, any takers on ideas?” She asked, scanning the room for eager glares.
The vice president of marketing chimed in, “We should do something that’s currently trending…something we can market to everyone.”
The CEO nodded, “This sounds like a good beginning, anyone else?”
Michael’s soft voice entered the conversation, “I think we could make a commercial…maybe something with a catchy song to get people talking?”
Everyone in the room immediately began agreeing, muttering amongst each other until you spoke, “A commercial? If our intended community is underprivileged children how can we be sure their family’s even have access to a tv? Michael you of all people must know the old fashioned way is a better approach.” you said, taking a jab at him, “we should do a magazine ads or posters around each city.”
Typically in settings like these he would purposely piss you off first but today you were gonna beat him to it.
The room then began to agree with you, muttering about how you have a better perspective on this.
Michael only shot you a fake enthusiastic smile, the corporate smile is what you called it.
“Well you of all people should know that assuming gets us nowhere. Television is a staple in a household, underprivileged or not.” He fired back in the calmest manner.
The vice president next to him that he flirted with earlier agreed, “Yeah I mean, you can’t just make a claim like that with no statistics….”
You bit your tongue harshly, tasting the coffee from earlier slowly becoming bitter.
If you weren’t in front of the CEO right now you would’ve knocked that woman into next Wednesday along with Michael.
Sure you disliked Michael but his little groupies or flings around the office made your blood boil the most. Mainly because they would act like they needed to stick up for him.
Like he wasn’t a grown man that could handle himself.
You couldn’t wrap your head around the hype with him among women. I mean sure he was attractive but you just didn’t understand the constant conversation around the office regarding him.
Nonetheless you were a man eater and couldn’t care less about a mans emotions or anything else of the sort.
So most men you stepped on one way or another, even unintentionally.
Some say your just miserable and single but you say your protecting you heart and carrying on with life the stress free way.
The CEO inserted herself into the debate before it went left, “Well I believe Michael and y/n both have a point so with that being said we will do a television ad and a magazine one.” She shot you and Michael a look that said, “get it together.”
The rest of the meeting you went silent, having to sit through Michael’s constant flirting with the vice president next to him. Including the seemingly endless amount of talking points that seemed like everyone just wanted to hear themselves talk.
You constantly checked your watch until the final words were said to end the meeting.
Everyone dispersed and you attempted to leave as well. Wanting nothing more but to escape that hell hole of a meeting.
“Michael and you stay here.” The CEO commanded, her finger wavering in your direction.
Your eyes widened as you sat back down, “If it’s about how I handled myself during the meeting I don’t even-“
“No, It’s not about that, I have a proposition for you actually,” her eyes looked at you then Michael, “well both of you.”
Michael took a small sip from his mug, “If it’s a project with her I want nothing to do with it respectfully.”
You scoffed, “As if I’d even willingly work with you…”
He shot you a wicked smile, “I’m glad we agree on something for once.”
You nodded, returning the venomous smile, before you could say anything just as petty back the CEO cut in.
“Can we put differences aside for two seconds !” The CEO shouted, making you two cease your bickering, “You two are phenomenal at your jobs, truly this company would be nothing without you. Soooo….with that being said I want you both to represent my company at a conference this weekend.”
You nearly spat out your coffee, “A conference? Where,” you pointed to Michael who was seemingly amused by her proposition, “and with this one right here? I think not.”
She beamed excitedly, “In Los Angeles of course and think of it as team bonding, which you two clearly need. And I’m not taking no for an answer, it’s a yes or both of you are fired,” she paused briefly noticing your lost expression, “now I know you may be thinking, well you just said I’m a great employee. Yes you two are phenomenal but very replaceable, let’s not forget that.”
“If it’s this weekend what about booking flights and our room and board?” Michael probed, rubbing his fingers across his chin.
The CEO smiled, “Oh don’t let that worry you, flight information is already in your emails including your hotel stay. I’ve planned everything to a tee, all you have to do is just go.”
You had gone silent, unable to really wrap your head around this whole ordeal.
Was your boss really telling you that you had to deal with Michael Jackson on business trip?
The man you absolutely despised with all your heart is now going to be in your face for more than the 7 hrs you two do scarcely interact.
“You ok over there?” The ceo asked your causing Michael gaze to drift towards your sulking state.
You snapped out of it immediately, “Yes yes of course, I’m just thinking about how my assistant will rearrange my schedule then.” You said with false enthusiasm.
She smiled, “Great! Well you two are now free to go on and keep being the great employees you already are! I’ll be checking in Friday to make sure you two are situated!”
You politely said goodbye and scrambled to pick up all your folders before heading out of the room. Your thoughts were already heading towards the door and you followed them, attempting to avoid Michael at all costs.
As you entered the hall to go towards your office a pair of feet were not too far behind you.
You turned around, your heels clicking with each step, cutting a mean glance to Michael, “If you’re going to just taunt me I’m quite frankly not in the mood.”
A small chuckle left his lips before taking a sharp exhale, “….im simply just going to the copy machine….”
You stopped in your tracks, giving him the most annoyed look, “Ok then the copy machine is that way,” you pointed toward the other direction across the hall, “why are you following me?”
He rolled his eyes in a particularly sassy manner, “Why the hell would I follow you hm? Im sorry didn’t know I couldn’t stop by my office before going to the copy machine!! Should’ve checked in with the queen.” He deadpanned, his voice slightly raising, purposely attempting to cause attention.
And it did, gaining a few lingering stares from people pretending to mind their business.
Your cheeks began to get hot once you noticed people were looking, one thing you didn’t want is to become the talk of the office, “ugh fuck you. You’re so childish.” You spat, making sure only he could hear before attempting to dramatically storm off into your office.
That is until all your papers flew out of your folder, making you curse to yourself.
You bent down, attempting to smooth your pencil skirt down so you could retrieve the loose papers without exposing your undergarments.
Michael bent down next to you and attempted to help, his cologne flooding your nostrils.
You stuffed stack of papers in between your chest, “Don’t even bother…I don’t need your help, lord knows what you’ll do with my papers . “ you muttered, earning a deep laugh from him.
He still assisted you, it was the gentleman in him not wanting to watch you struggle.
His eyes observed you closely, “why can’t we just be nice to each other? We’re gonna be on a trip together, the most we can do is put our differences aside.” He reasoned,handing you a stack of papers for you to organize.
You side eyed him and took the stack, “I’m always nice Michael. I say hi and hello, and I talk business with you…I’m not looking to be your friend.”
His gave you heavy eye contact, “I’m not askin’ for you to be my friend…. I’m askin’ for mutual respect.”
You had to admit, his eyes were alluring and you were subconsciously getting lost in them, almost letting his words swoon you over.
“Michael,” you breathed with a heavy sigh, returning his level of eye contact, “im really not doing this today, I already give you mutual respect. Now please let me get to work, I have stacks of papers to review.” You dismissed, as you walked away from him, retreating to your office. Your heels echoing against the tiles.
Michael watched the backside of you shamelessly as you walked away. A small smile gracing his lips as you yet again shot him down, not giving him the attention most women did.
He liked your passive nature, determined to get you wrapped around his finger like every other woman he’s dealt with.
Yet anytime he tried to slither his way in with small little attempts you wouldn’t budge.
He just couldn’t figure you out. He was stuck between hating you, being amused by you, and having a strong attraction to you.
His brain constantly battled with the three, unable to come to terms with himself.
Location: Los Angeles, LAX Airport
Surprisingly the plane ride wasn’t as dreadful as you thought it would be. As usual a few sly comments towards each other were made but you two were able to coexist in first class together without causing a scene.
He had on his reading glasses as he read his book and you were nose deep in some files, letting time fly by you.
It was all good until you two got off the plane and were now waiting for your private pick up from the airport to take you to the hotel.
Your silk press glided with the soft wind as you took off your LV sunglasses, “No they said pick up is over there,” you pointed towards your far left, as people bustled by in a hurry.
Michael let out a long drawn out groan, holding back his apparent annoyance, “No it’s the other way like I’ve been saying for the past ten minutes.”
A older couple walked by you two, the older lady was frail and smiled softly at you then Michael, “You two are such a cute couple, I remember when me and Paul here,” she tapped her husbands bicep softly, “we used to argue about the pick up spot all time. If it’s a private ride it’s that way darling.” She said pointing in the direction Michael was trying to tell you.
Your eyes widened and your cheeks began to get warm, “no no we’re not-“
The old lady didn’t seem to hear you so she kept going, “we’re actually on our way to see my grandchildren…you two must be on a couples trip?”
Before you could speak Michael shot you a small mischievous smirk, “Yes actually, we’re actually visiting her parents isn’t that right darling?” He asked, sinking his hand onto your waist.
If you weren’t so restrained you would’ve indeed slapped him clean across his face, “Yes they live around Beverly Hills.” You said sweetly.
She then went on a 15 min ramble about life in Beverly Hills and now her children went on to do great things. Absolutely boring you yet you stayed respectful, wanting to hear her out.
The older lady smiled, completely engaged in the lie brewing between you and Michael, “Oh that’s really nice, we lived out there for a while, it’s really nice, great place to raise a family,” she beamed as she observed you two closely , “well, we have to go, our ride is here, it was nice talking to you two, have a nice day!”
“You as well Mrs.” Michael said, returning a small wave.
The older lady whispered something to Michael very silently, something along the lines of, “treat her right, she’s a beautiful girl.” Before walking away.
When they left you rolled your suitcase to the pick up area, not waiting for Michael to follow.
You were fuming but decided to not blow up on him in public, “you’re such an asshole and you’re childish.” Was all you muttered as he began to catch up to you.
He chuckled, “you have to live a little, life is short.”
You rolled your eyes, not really caring to entertain him anymore.
Fortunately you two were right on time, the private car finally coming to pick you two up.
The whole ride to the hotel consisted of you ignoring Michael. Not wanting to show him any type of attention. You barely were 2 hours into the trip and you already were drained.
Location: Los Angeles, CA
After a thirty minute drive, the car began to slow, stopping at a roundabout that led to the hotel. It was beautiful, its modern exterior from made your eyes widen. You can tell it was built for only the finest to stay at.
A concierge immediately came to the car, opening your door for you, his hand immediately sticking out towards you to assist you out the car, “Hello, Ma’am,” he looked at Michael, “ and sir, I am Johnathan and I will be assisting you two.”
You smiled and grasped his hand, lifting yourself out the car, “Hello Johnathan.”
A few other people you were assuming were concierges, took the luggage from the trunk of the limo.
Johnathan led you and Michael into the main lobby. It was breath taking, filled high vaulted ceilings that were adorned with gold, along with mini crystal chandeliers that reflected bright lights that made the tiles shine endlessly.
There were staircases that seemed to infinitely zigzag upwards, making you truly question how many stories there are.
Johnathan gave you two each a keys to your room, telling you about the room service and the other amenities such as the private pool.
“There’s also extra private jacuzzis in each room for the couples as well, in case you wanted private time with your partner .” Johnathan beamed, still leading you two towards the elevator.
Nothing clicked yet for you two, but there were constant hints soft launching this hotel was a couples hotel.
You didn’t notice the romantic getaway vibe that was slowly being soft launched in front of you.
Nor did you two blink an eye at the fact that only couples were flooding the hotel or the fact that the elevator music had a romantic tune.
Nothing added up until you two were escorted to the room. The door having this oddly sentimental flower heart on the door.
“Well, this is your room, if you need me I will always be on stand by to assist just press the button in the room to call!” Johnathan said with professional enthusiasm.
Your brows furrowed, “Excuse me? Where is his room?” You asked, pointing to Michael.
Johnthan gave you a confused look, “I’m not sure what do you mean? This is a couples hotel..you two share a room if that’s what you’re wondering.”
Michael shook his head, “No no, this has to be a mistake, we’re here for a business trip, we’re not a couple?”
Jonathan’s eyes widened as if he solved a puzzle, “Oh my…well you two might’ve booked the wrong hotel. This is for couples only. So one room per couple.”
Irritation flooded your veins, “ is there any way I can get my own room? I’ll pay whatever.” You said, trying to come to a solution.
“Uh well…unfortunately we’re at max capacity, there’s no rooms I can give you ma’am, I’m truly sorry.” Johnathan muttered, slowly crumbling under your intense glare.
You groaned aloud, “You know what it’s ok, thank you for your assistance. I’ll be at the front desk to speak with your manager.”
“W-well Unfortunately he’s on leave this week and he cannot assist you like you need. Per policy I cannot do a room change without his authorization.S-sorry for the inconvenience.” Johnathan stuttered.
And with that you thanked Johnathan for his help, informing him a formal complaint will be sent, before going into the room to call dibs on everything, and mutter cuss words to yourself to prevent from crashing completely out on everyone.
Michael was still in the door way talking, trying to provide peace during the situation , “You know what thank you, don’t even worry about it we’ll make it work.”
You on the other hand explored the room, coming in contact with an elevated wooden canopy bed draped in a milky white lace at the top.
Rose petals scattered along the bed making a cute symmetrical heart in front of the plethora of decorative pillows that were placed intentionally in certain patterns, varying from small to big pillows.
“Oh hell no…” you muttered lowly.
The lighting in the room was purposely lower, casting soft hues everywhere. You walked around some more, finding a small sitting area with love seats by an arched window that was covered by thick curtains that also played a part in the lack of lighting in the room. You could tell this was done purposely to give a sensual atmosphere to the place.
There were chocolates on the little table in this area that read: Love Chocolate. You examined the packet before picking it up off of the little tray it rested on and open one, plopping the pieces of the creamy chocolate into your mouth.
You kept walking until you found a phone nearby, dialing up your bosses number to try figure out this room situation yet she never picked up. You groaned, cussing out loud frustratedly.
“Yeah you should know the time difference here is different than New York, the boss might not pick up.” Michael informed you, as he looked around the hotel room in awe.
You cut your eyes at him, “well that’s just great,” you beamed sarcastically as you slammed the phone down. Combing your hands through your straightened hair as if it would magically help you come to a solution.
Michael laughed at your stressed state, “This won’t even be that bad, come on, a few hours with me tonight won’t hurt.”
“You’re so right. It won’t be bad at all actually because…..” you didn’t finish your sentence for a second, you just went to the bed, grabbing all the pillows and used them to divide the bed in half, “your lucky I have heart otherwise you’d be on the floor.”
Michael watched you attentively as you finished dividing the bed, “that’s fine with me, whatever makes you comfortable I guess.”
Your hand went to your hip, “Yeah I know it’s whatever, so don’t even dare cross the pillow line. I don’t care if you gotta sleep on the edge of the bed. None of your limbs better touch mine.” You fussed, sounding like a mom reprimanding her son.
An intrigued grin cradled Michael’s lips, “I’m not sure how any man puts up with you honestly. You’re a lot.”
You shrugged now unpacking your clothes and personal items from your suit case and separating them, “that’s because they cant put up with me and I won’t give them a chance to do so. Besides who needs a man?” You asked rhetorically.
The only thing you got from Michael was an amused hum, almost as if he was saying “yeah sure.” But you chose to ignore that, not really caring too much to prove anything.
Time passed by quickly, you were deep into organizing files from your briefcase, deciding to prep for tomorrow’s conference.
You hummed silently to yourself enjoying the peace of silence since Michael went to go shower which was about twenty minutes ago.
He finally came in, a soft scent of jasmine flooding the room. You looked up, he had no shirt on, showing off his lean physique. He had on only pajama pants and a towel clung to his neck, his straight hair was slightly reverting at the front, giving a slightly curly look.
You licked your bottom lip quickly, feeling your body react oddly weird to seeing him with no shirt. Heat was pooling everywhere, your heart rate increasing as your cheeks began to warm up. You were confused on why you were feeling this way right now, being that you never had feelings like this towards a man in a while.
Michael shot a quick gaze at you, making you immediately tighten up, not wanting him to read right through you.
“What do you have to say now?” He asked, expecting a smart answer from you.
Your gaze pierced him, “you’re full of yourself.” You said, pretending to be absent minded in your response. But for some reason an ache was starting to build between your thighs, a steady pulse coming out of nowhere.
You closed you eyes and took a deep breathe, deciding you’d go take a shower as well to reset you body. Maybe that’s what you needed. A nice shower.
Yet you were wrong. The cold water from the shower was doing nothing for you. Instead when you got out the shower it made your nipples perkier, causing them to poke out of the night gown you were wearing.
You still felt warmth spreading through out your body. You were feeling unbearably stuffy, making you feel like you were trapped in a blazing hot sauna as blood rushed through your veins and directly to your clit.
You looked at yourself in the bathroom mirror, trying to douse your face in cold water to cool down but nothing helped.
You walked out the bathroom, taking off your shower cap, revealing your bonnet underneath with your silk press that was secured by another scarf.
“Hey….Michael,” you began, earning a small ounce of attention from him, “don’t you feel really hot right now? Or is it just me?” You asked, your voice breathless.
His eyes browsed your body from head to toe as he closed his book shut, “The air is freezing cold right now…how are you hot?” He asked, concern lacing his voice.
You were flushed all over, sweat beading on your forehead, as your body filled with impending arousal. You were becoming unable to contain yourself.
“Then why the fuck do I feel like this?” You asked harshly, utterly confused.
“Like what? What do you feel like?” He asked curiously, confused about your flustered state.
You placed your hands on your forehead, “I feel really hot…like I don’t know, like I’m aching for something.” You muttered quickly.
Michael looked at you for a little longer, his eyes flickering like he just had an ‘aha moment’ then he erupted into laughter, making you become completely lost, “Did you eat those chocolates over there?”
Your brows furrowed, “Yeah why?”
He laughed some more, covering his mouth, “You do know those were chocolates that make you turned on right?”
Your eyes widened in horror, unable to truly take in his statement.
How could you not have read the chocolate you picked up earlier, it was called: “Love candy” for a reason.
You were beginning to panic, attempting to pace around the room until Michael grabbed your wrist to stop you. The soft pads of his fingers made your skin ripple, wanting him to do more than just grab your wrists.
You didn’t not think like this normally, the chocolate was messing with your nervous system.
You looked at him with an evil glare, trying to keep the facade that you were ok, “Do not touch me.” You seethed, while yanking your hand away.
Michael gave you eye contact, his frame slightly towering over yours, “I’m trying to get you to calm down. “
“I can’t just calm down? Unless you plan on doing something about this.” You spat, motioning your hands up and down your body for emphasis.
Michael’s eyes darkened, “I mean I can do something about it alright …but that’s only if you let me.” His voice dropping a few octaves towards the end of his sentence.
Heavy silence settled for a minute as your thoughts churned.
You wanted this to stop, hating the feeling this chocolate bar gave you, “You can do anything….just fucking fix it.” You said, giving him complete consent.
A confident smirk overtook Michael’s lips as he grazed his index finger over your lips, “I will but you have to really watch your mouth…or else I could leave you right here to rot until the conference. And we wouldn’t like that huh?”
You only nodded, the tough girl act out the window now, as you were completely at his mercy. You were embarrassed a little, cornered because you needed something from a man, but what made matters worse you needed something from Michael of all people.
You just needed some type of relief. Not caring about the desperate look harboring in your eyes anymore.
He backed you onto the bed, backing you against the soft pillows, “You wanna know what the problem with you is?” He asked you.
You shook your head, no words coming out your mouth. You were helpless, your gown was now ridden up your parted thighs, showing off the arousal seeping through your underwear.
“The problem is…you haven’t been touched like this,” he began, brushing his fingers against your clit through your sticky underwear, “so you live your life angry at the world when really you just need someone to make you feel good. Isn’t that right?” He asked.
You let out a breathy moan of acknowledgment as you felt his fingers move your panties to the side to rub your soaked clit. Your arousal was dribbling along his hands and the sheets, endlessly flowing everywhere as he coaxed your clit with his thumb and fingered you simultaneously.
Your back arched at the fullness of his fingers and his thumb rubbing your pulsating clit at the same rate. “Mhm…that’s it. Just give into me…yeah like that. See how good you feel mama?” He asked, watching you writhe uncontrollably.
Each swipe and curl of his fingers had you losing your mind as the pleasure from it all began to overtake you. Your legs trembled as your mouth fell open, letting all sorts of sweet sounds leave your mouth. He curled his fingers again inside of you, causing you to spray all over his hands uncontrollably.
His eyes widened, as he watched you, clearly drunk off the way your walls grasped his fingers, making him groan to himself.
“You’re making such a mess baby…mhm that’s right look at yourself…this is what it’s like when you’re being handled the right way,” He cooed.
You watched the lewd scene unfolding in front of you, you watched the way his hand was soaked with your wetness, making soft sounds that bounced off the wall with each curl and thrust.
You felt yourself twitching, grabbing at the nearby sheets as you felt yourself slowly letting loose
“Right there? Is that your spot?” He asked mockingly, knowing he had you exactly where he wanted you.
You gasped, “Yes right there….fuck….need more.” You were babbling at this point, feeling insatiable, still needing more than his hands.
“You have to be patient…just relax. Focus on what I’m giving you.” He coached, curling his fingers over and over, making your legs shake around his wrists as more fluids sprayed out of you. You shamelessly ground against his hand, rushing to your orgasm.
You felt his free hand grasp your hips, making you stop moving them. “Don’t rush it, I feel you almost there. Just trust me.”
You moaned in frustration, wanting nothing more than to just cum but he kept a steady pace, keeping you at the brink. Until he got on his stomach, replacing his mouth this the thumb that was rubbing your clit.
The dual stimulation of his fingers curling inside of you and his mouth lapping up your wetness, engulfing you completely, had you moaning uncontrollably as you came into his mouth. His name constantly left your lips as you rode out your orgasm, grinding against his tongue.
He got off his stomach, watching you hungrily as he wiped his mouth.
You were completely wrecked, racing to catch your breath that came out in heavy pants. “Fuck…..” you muttered under your breath, watching Michael like a hawk.
You were on awe. You never had an orgasm this intense before other than from a toy that you used from time to time.
“You ok now?” He asked you, with a small triumphant smile on his face.
You were still hungry for more, the stimulant still didn’t wear off yet. “No…….and it’s not getting any better.” You said shakily.
Michael hummed, “well I don’t think there’s much else for me to do. I’m not sure you could handle me.” He said tauntingly.
He knew good in well he was hard, his hard on making a thick tent in his pants. He also knew good and well he wanted to fuck you.
Any man that was straight would wanna fuck you, you are beautiful and certainly was the talk town among the men in the office. Yet most of them you wouldnt even let get remotely close to you, especially after you last break up. You were labeled as mean and ruthless among men.
Yet the version of you Michael was opposite, he was seeing was desperate and needy from you.
“Michael…..” you said lowly, as if you were warning him to stop teasing before you act out of character.
He hummed, “You have to beg for it.”
Your eyes widened, never in life did you need to beg for what you wanted.
“Beg?” You whispered, not wanting to completely submit yet.
He grabbed your hand, placing it over the huge bulge that poked through his pajama pants, “You feel that,” he asked, earning a nod from you, “you want this inside you? Making you cum over….and over…” he whispered, watching you grind against the fingers that were cupping your pussy.
“Yes…I need it so bad…” you whimpered, slowly being reduced into shambles the more desire clouded your thoughts. You felt him twitching through the flimsy fabric of his pants, wanting to ride him with everything you had in you.
“Yeah? Then beg for it, tell me how much you want it….” He commanded, no longer teasing you.
You’d slap yourself later for this but you begged, asking him to fuck you, “Please just make me feel good, I really need you….just this once.” You pleaded, your tough girl act gone.
“You look so pretty when you’re desperate….so this is what underneath all that thick skin you have…..in reality your just needy too huh?” He said, stroking your cheek softly.
You impatiently grabbed onto Michael, hoisting yourself onto his lap. Your slick from your unclothed pussy dribbling all over his pajama pants as you lowered yourself right on his bulge. His hands immediately gripped your waist, making a weak attempt on trying to stop you. Yet you were too deep in, feeling all the pressure from the friction going directly to your over sensitive clit.
He leaned his head back, groaning lowly from like pressure he was feeling too, precum dripping down his shaft inside his pants.
“Your…doing too much talking… just fuck me already.” You shamelessly babbled in between moans.
Michael was genuinely trying to take his time with you, yet your bossy nature took ahold of you making you become impatient. Now he was going to fuck you until you couldn’t think anymore.
His hands gripped your hips harshly, stopping you from grinding onto him. He placed you flat on your back making you whine at the loss of contact on your clit.
“I think you’re forgetting who’s in control here…it’s ok I’ll remind you, he said, “…keep em right there, you move your legs I stop,” he purred, referring to you keeping your legs open and your knees near your ears.
The position was stretching you out, causing your folds to open up and more of your arousal seep below you, making a small puddle that glistened.
You watched him take off his pants and underwear before revealing himself, making your eyes widen at how thick it was and how his length was long standing tall in its stature.
His swollen tip dripped endless dribbles of precum as it dripped onto the sheets, he pumped himself softly before guiding himself inside you. He first swiped your clit lightly to gather your arousal, making you squeal at the contact before attempting to push his tip inside of you.
Your eyes rolled back in pleasure, settling into the small relief you felt at only the tip of him engulfed your walls. A small moan left his lips, feeling how warm you were made him lose his mind.
“You feel so good….” He muttered, as he pushed himself into you some more, this time only half way in, making you yelp at the stretch, “you can take it….just relax.”
He pushed himself in some more until you were completely full of him. You pulsated madly around him, threatening to milk him just from the stagnant position he was in.
He grabbed your wrists and brought them to your clit, “rub your clit fa’ me….match my pace.” He instructed, giving you heavy eye contact that you were successfully returning.
He pulled out of you slowly, making you whine at the loss, “I know…I’m gonna take care of you.”
He pushed himself back in, this time pushing deeper into you, hitting your sweet spot. Making your toes curl and knees threaten to buckle from the intense stimulation.
Fluids spurt out of you with each slow and steady snap of his hips, making Michael mutter cuss words to himself.
“FUCK…I’m about to cum!.” You screamed as you tried to rub your clit to match the slow drag of his hips going in and out of you. But you couldn’t keep up.
“I know I know, just let it all go.” He said assuredly.
Pressure was building up inside of you slowly, each movement of his hips driving you crazy.
Michael helped you, ghosting his hands on your wrist to help you rub your clit as he maintained his slow in and out pace. You whimpered his name as your back arched off the bed as he kept tapping your sweet spot ruthlessly.
“There she is! Look at how you arch fa’ me…..so beautiful…” he moaned, as your walls fluttered around him, sucking him in intensely.
Your vision was spotting as your mouth hung open, your mouth dry from the lack of words you were able to say. As he delivered his deep strokes repeatedly causing you to cum, this time creaming on him. You screamed his name, chanting it endlessly.
Your walls pulsated around him from your orgasm, making him lose his composure.
“S-shit….” He stuttered, slowly losing himself.
He seen you try to release your hand from your clit, falling into overdrive from the overstimulation you were feeling after your intense orgasm. “Keep fucking..going. “ he ordered, this time pinning your hands down towards your stomach so you can continue rubbing your delicate clit.
His plan was to have you help yourself drive into overstimulation. This is exactly what you needed, to be dominated just like this.
His strokes picked up speed, this time moving the canopy bed against the wall over and over. The bed creaked and rocked loudly against the hotel walls.
Your fingers mirrored the fast pace he was going at on your clit causing you to lose your mind again.
“Yeah that’s right…go exactly my speed…s’too much?” He asked.
A futile nod was all you could spare as he fucked you like his life depended on it as you threatened to cum again, feeling something huge building in your stomach .
“Good….i want you to remember feeling every inch of me inside of you.” He breathlessly moaned.
His balls were now slapping against you as kept up his fast thrusts, causing you to write uncontrollably and your legs shake again.
“Oh my-I can’t, Michael I’m about-“ you couldn’t even finish your sentence before a string of loud cries erupted from your throat as you felt yourself release fluids constantly with each pump as you came. Shuddering uncontrollably, under the weigh of him.
You were surprised and partially embarrassed by the mess out made on him and the sheets. Little did you know that turned him on completely, causing him to twitch inside of you…almost losing himself.
“Fuck..I’m cummin’…watch what you do to me…watch me fill you up.” He panted…as he cocked his head back, his mouth agape, letting vulnerable moans escape from his lips.
You dug your nails into his forearms, watching his once calculated strokes become sloppy as he came inside of you. Staying there as he shuddered against you before pulling out and crashing next to you.
You were still breathless, shaking, sweaty, and voice hoarse. “T-thank you.” You croaked, never expecting those words to come out your mouth.
He had surprised you tonight. You never knew Michael had this much stamina, being he is forty and youre thirty three.
Michael smiled,turning his body to face you, “Your always welcome…you feeling better now?”
You nodded, “Yeah…but don’t think this ordeal makes us friends or anything…I still dislike you.”
A soft breathless chuckle left his lips, “ I wouldn’t want to have it any other way.”
Although the small rivalry still stood between you two, this night changed the dynamic between y’all forever because tonight you two started an addiction to each other you both couldn’t stop.
꧁༺ 𝓣𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓴 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰 ༻꧂
