Michael's Awakening

by Jaclyn Osborn

  All thoughts about his apartment vanished when he closed the front door and the intense lust from earlier returned full-force, hitting me square in the balls. Unable to stop myself, I slowly backed Gabriel into the wall and placed my arms on each side of him, barricading him in. Even with heeled boots on, he was still a few inches shorter than me, which fed the possessive beast in me even more.

  Being this close to him, his scent drove me crazy. He smelled like lavender with an underlying tone of raw masculinity. It was an odd combination, but it almost drove me to my fucking knees. Everything about Gabriel consumed me. I saw his chest rise and fall as he took quick breaths and stared at me with hooded eyes. His lips slightly parted as he gazed lustfully at my mouth. What am I doing? I thought.

  ‘No kissing’ was one of my rules. Kissing was too intimate, more intimate than sex, in my opinion. With sex, both people worked toward reaching a goal– their sexual gratification. There was no ending release with kissing, making it unnecessary contact.

  Bringing my head down to him, I nuzzled his jaw with the tip of my nose and then made a path down to his neck. Sucking in a breath, Gabriel leaned his head back against the wall, giving me greater access to his throat. I noticed that he was wearing a black collar with diamond studs and I growled before I could stop myself. It was so damn sexy.

  My Princess was too breathtaking.

  I traced the end of my wet tongue in small circles on the sensitive area of his neck right before I gently bit down with my teeth. He moaned as his arms came around me and he grabbed my ass, pulling me tighter against him. The sudden closeness drew my attention to the fact that he was already hard. Fuck, I was too, and I hadn’t even really touched him yet. The anticipation was all it had taken. His hands began to trail from my ass to my lower back, and slowly snaked up my spine.

  I froze.

  Images from my past began to surface in my mind at his touch. A belt as it came down unmercifully against my bare skin until it cut into my flesh. A lit cigarette as it was placed on my back and left there until my screams tore through my throat, leaving it raw.

  Please, not now.

  I growled and moved my arms to catch his hands before they went too far. I lifted my head from his neck and looked into his stunning eyes. A brief flash of confusion appeared in their blue-gray depths.

  “What’s wrong, Michael?” His said, concern rich in his voice.

  I couldn’t tell him the torments that plagued me. I should just leave now and never look back, I thought. But the thought of leaving him caused a ripple of anxiety to course through me.

  Still holding his hands, I pushed them above his head and pinned him to the wall. All concern washed away from him as desire flared in his gorgeous eyes. Using my left leg, I kicked out his right and positioned myself between his thighs, putting him in a spread-eagle position.

  “Ah fuck, Michael,” Gabriel groaned as I began grinding against him, the bulges in our pants rubbing together. Gripping both of his wrists in one hand, I brought down my free arm and grabbed his face. His eyes flickered to mine with heated lust as I continued the sweet friction of my body against his. My eyes shifted to his lips. They were parted as his fast breaths escaped from between them.

  It was then that I knew: Gabriel would either be my ultimate salvation or my utter downfall.

  Only he could affect me in such a way. From the moment I had first laid eyes on him, something had clicked in my head, as if all the moving gears had clanked and stopped right before starting up again, this time in perfect synchronization. I brushed my thumb across his bottom lip as my heart went wild in my chest.

  Gabriel’s lips were like that metaphorical cliff that appeared in our minds when we were faced with a decision that would ultimately alter our lives, a decision that would forever change who we are. I had suspected from the beginning that he possessed a power that would tie me to him forever if I were to get too close. His beauty and grace had first caught my eye, but now his inner fire had scorched my soul.

  If I were to claim Gabriel’s lips with mine, I would never be the same again. Within the short amount of time I had known him, his light had already begun seeping into me and altered a piece of my wretched darkness. Time stood still as my mind shifted through all of the confusion. Mine. The word drifted through me once again, and I knew I had made my final decision.

  Visualizing the pivotal cliff in my mind, I brought Gabriel’s lips to mine… and jumped.

  Chapter Eight

  Gabriel

  Michael did crazy things to my brain. One minute, he was cocky and charming, and the next minute he was in a state of deep contemplation and seriousness. Every time I tried to lean in for a kiss, he would pull away or shift his attention to another part of my body. Which was fine, I guess. The particular attention he was paying to the painfully hardened bulge in my pants was more than fine. In fact, I wanted, no, needed more of that kind of attention.

  You are such a slut. I inwardly rolled my eyes at the sassy bitch in my head. I was twenty-one years old, amazingly gorgeous, and fabulous in every way. So, if I wanted to be a damn slut, I would be.

  When Michael grabbed my hands and stopped me from touching him, I didn’t know what to think. The ‘no kissing’ and then the ‘no touching’ all put together had caused a crazy thought to stir in my head: that maybe he was straight. Like he was trying to experiment with me, but was then battling with himself about it. I had slept with supposed straight guys before, so it wouldn’t have been a big surprise if he was. Curiosity was a fickle thing.

  The faraway look that appeared in Michael’s eyes, though, caused me to think that maybe it was something else that was holding him back.

  Before I knew it, my hands were pushed up above my head, and Michael was grinding against me. All thoughts of doubt vanished once I felt the impressive swelling in his pants. Oh, yes, he was definitely into me. After gazing into my eyes for what seemed like a lifetime, Michaels’s lips finally crushed against mine in a heated kiss. He growled deep in his chest as he cupped the back of my neck and devoured my mouth.

  Our tongues danced a frenzied tango as we both tried to deepen the kiss. Both of us were overcome with a fevered passion of lust and I wanted more. Much more. Tearing my mouth away from his, I sucked in a deep breath as his lips moved and nipped at the sensitive area below my jaw. Arousal poured from every pore in my body and all I wanted was for Michael to fuck me like a wild beast.

  My hands were still above my head and I wiggled trying to get them free. I wanted to touch him and run my fingers through his sexy, raven-black hair. His grip tightened around my wrists and halted my attempt to escape. Michael’s mouth explored my neck until he found my weak spot. He brushed his lips against the area right below my ear, which caused goose bumps to spread all over my body. I moaned and lifted my left leg, wrapping it around his waist as he continued to grind against me.

  “Fuck me, Michael.” I was breathless and on the verge of spontaneously combusting. If I didn’t get this man inside of me within the next five minutes, I felt like I was going to go insane. Or die. Probably both. In that order.

  With a feral growl, he brought down the arm that was pinning me against the wall and grabbed my waist, lifting me up to where I could wrap both legs around him. My hands were finally free so I took full advantage of the situation by running them through his short hair and grabbed the back of his head, pulling his lips back to mine for a deep kiss. His hands grabbed my ass as he drove himself harder against me.

  Keeping his strong hands firmly planted on my ass, Michael stepped back from the wall with me still wrapped around his waist.

  “Bedroom. Now.” His deep, husky voice sent shivers down my spine.

  “Through that door,” I whispered on a moan as I rolled my body against his, and then nodded toward my bedroom.

  Carrying me effortlessly, Michael found the room with no problem and proceeded to toss me down on the bed. Lying on my back, I gazed up at him as he leaned over me, a seductive look
in his haunting green eyes. I reached to take off his shirt and he grabbed my hands– again, really?– and pinned them above my head.

  “I wanna touch you.” Did my voice sound whiny?

  “Not until I touch you first, Princess.” He smirked down at me and then placed a kiss on my exposed throat. The slight stubble on his jaw prickled my skin as he trailed his lips from my throat and down to my collar bone. He found the zipper on the top of my shirt and used his teeth to unzip it. His eyes were fixated on me the entire time and it was probably one of the sexiest things I had ever seen in my life. After my shirt was unzipped, it fell open and exposed my bare chest.

  Michael licked, freaking licked, his lips as he stared hungrily down at me. The ache in my balls increased to a whole other level at seeing his wet tongue slide across his luscious lips. He rubbed his free hand up my chest as he straddled me, and took my shirt off completely. My arms were only free a short second as he slipped me out of my shirt, and then his hand clamped back down on my wrists, holding them together and still above my head. I raised my hips and rubbed my hard dick against his ass, groaning at the way he felt against me. If I couldn’t touch him with my hands, by God I was going to touch him with any part of me that I could.

  He gave me a cocky grin before he let my arms loose and snaked down my body. His hot breath moved down my chest and I squirmed when he took one of my nipples into his warm, moist mouth, sending sparks straight to my balls.

  “Mmm, yes.” I bit down on my lip and lifted my hips, wanting to feel him against me. Michael smiled and then kissed down to my stomach before flicking my belly button ring with his tongue. Lord have mercy on me.

  “Fuck… this is sexy.” He flicked the ring again with his tongue and I groaned. I wanted that tongue flicking my dick like that. He was just too sexy for words. As if reading my mind, Michael sat back on his knees and moved his hands to the button of my jeans and unbuttoned them. As he slid my pants down my legs, he glided down with them and placed soft kisses on the newly-exposed skin. When he reached my feet, my spiked-heeled boots were blocking the way of sliding my jeans off all the way.

  Michael stared approvingly at my shoes and lifted my foot to examine them.

  “I want to fuck you with you wearing these.” His dark eyes flashed to my hooded ones.

  I was too overcome with arousal to say much, so a nod of my head was all I could give him at that moment.

  He worked my pants off around the shoes and then crawled back up my body. Reaching the bottom of my stomach, he licked a trail from my belly button and down to my hip bone before he nipped at the sensitive skin there with his teeth.

  I squirmed around. “Holy hell, Michael. I can’t take it anymore. I need you.”

  He tsked at me as a shit-eating grin formed on his face. “Is the Princess begging?”

  He was amused by this! I narrowed my eyes at him.

  “Would it make it better if I did this?” He then grabbed the top of my underwear and pulled them down, exposing my dripping cock. Grabbing my shaft, Michael placed the swollen head of my aching dick in his mouth and slowly swirled his wet tongue along the slit.

  “Oh my fuck!” I bucked my hips upward, seeking more of the delicious warmth his mouth provided. Michael stayed positioned between my legs and continued to lick the tip of my prick as I thrashed around and moaned.

  “Mmm... more. Need more,” I said between sharp intakes of breath.

  “Such a needy little thing, aren’t you?” He pulled his mouth off me, but brought his hand up and began swirling the wetness around with his thumb, spreading it across the engorged head of my length.

  “I think you were born of the Devil.” I teased as I fisted the comforter on my bed and tried to keep calm. My dick was so hard it hurt and I didn’t know how much more I could handle before I snapped.

  “You have no idea.”

  I looked down at him and through the haze of my lust, I saw something dark reflected in his green eyes. Chills spread along my body, but not from arousal. What had Michael meant by that? Before I could think much on it, he grabbed my legs and flipped me over onto my stomach in one quick motion. A spark of excitement buzzed through me at how strong he was.

  Michael pressed his chest against my naked back as he kissed both of my shoulder blades and then licked his way down my spine. I noticed that he was still fully dressed, so I attempted to turn around and change that fact, but he pushed me back down on the bed.

  “No. Stay.” His voice was deep and demanding.

  Did he really just tell me to “stay” like I was a damn dog?

  Just as a feisty remark was about to leave my lips, Michael bent down and licked a wet trail up the crack of my ass. I shuddered as the muscles there clenched at the unexpected contact. He grabbed and gently kneaded the globes of my ass before spreading my cheeks apart and placing another lick on the sensitive area.

  “Please tell me you have lube and condoms,” He said right before nipping at one of my butt cheeks. I fidgeted under his touch and tried to focus my mind long enough to answer his question.

  “Nightstand by the bed. In the top drawer.” My voice was filled with desire and longing.

  I felt his weight leave the mattress as he stood up and walked to the nightstand. From my position on the bed, I saw him as he opened the drawer and retrieved the goodies. I creased my brow when I saw that he was still fully dressed. Why wouldn’t he let me touch him? The suspense was driving me insane.

  Within seconds, he was back behind me. My stomach danced a jig when I heard the cap on the bottle of lube pop open as he squirted some into his hand. Michael brushed a lubricated finger along my opening and gently shoved it inside. Oh, fuck. It felt amazing and a soft moan passed my lips. He moved his finger in small circles, opening me up gradually before he added a second one.

  “Fuck! Yes.” I propped myself up on my elbows with my ass in the air, giving him greater access to me.

  His fingers continued to move inside me and then I almost blew my load when he began scissoring them. Twisting, turning, spreading out– his fingers took no mercy on me. Unintelligible words left my mouth in a fast rush of breath as he worked my hole even more. To be honest, I was a little taken off-guard with how Michael was treating me. I had never had a man pay such close attention and put so much thought into preparing me for sex. A foreign sensation tugged at my heart with that thought, but I waived it off.

  “Dammit, I’m ready. I need you in me. Now.” My demand came out as more of a whine.

  Michael chuckled as he withdrew his fingers and then slapped my ass. Hard. I jerked forward as I squealed. It was unexpected, but I loved it. I could already tell that Michael was going to be the best sex I had ever had. I wanted to be fucked wildly and I knew he was up for that challenge.

  My oozing cock throbbed in anticipation as I heard Michael unbutton his pants and pull them down. The sound of the condom being ripped open drifted to my ears and I adjusted my position on the bed to better support my upper body. After I readjusted, I peeked behind my shoulder to catch a glimpse of him and my eyes widened. Oh. My. God. He was massively huge.

  Michael grabbed the bottle of lube and squirted it directly onto his long, straight, beast of a dick and began working it down his shaft. I bit my lip as I watched him. His green eyes lifted to meet my gaze and excitement boiled in my stomach. I noticed he still had his shirt on, but before I could say anything about it, Michael grabbed firmly onto my hips and placed the head of his cock at my entrance.

  Spreading my cheeks, he softly pushed against my hole. The tip of his dick slowly broke past the tight ring of muscles at my entrance and a shudder went through me. More, I needed more. I moved my body back and tried to impale myself harder on him, but he grabbed my hips tighter and held me in place.

  “Please, fuck me. Now.” I laid my forehead down on the mattress as every muscle in my body quaked with need.

  “Mmm… I like it when you beg, Princess.” His raspy voice shot straight to my dick. How the hell
did he do that? I had never wanted someone so bad in my life.

  “I’ll fucking sing you show tunes and do a dance number if you want. Just fuck– AH!!!!” He shoved into me in one smooth thrust of his hips and buried himself inside me all the way to the hilt. The sting in my ass was intense and I cried out. Michael halted his thrusts and stayed completely still as the muscles in my ass contracted around his thick length and tried to grow accustomed to his size.

  “You okay?” Desire laced his voice, along with genuine concern.

  “Uh-huh. I’m okay.” And I was. The sting left almost as quickly as it came and now I wanted him to fuck me senseless.

  At my reassurance, Michael began to move in and out of me. Slowly at first, but then he began to quicken his pace.

  “Yes! Oh, Michael, yes.” I panted as he continued the welcomed assault inside of me. I was already on the verge of coming and I hadn’t even stroked myself yet.

  He growled behind me and dug his fingers into my hips as he drove himself harder into my ass. Our grunts and gasps filled the room as Michael impaled me over and over again. I could feel that familiar tingle going up my spine as his hard length moved inside of me and I didn’t think I was going to last much longer. He grabbed my hips and slowly pulled almost all the way out, with just the tip of his dick inside me– and then he thrust forward and buried himself back in me.

  “Fuck! Princess, you feel so fucking good,” he groaned as his pace quickened and his balls slapped against my ass. My response was another string of unintelligible words. I lifted myself up more on my right elbow as I took my left hand and brought it down to stroke my dick.

  Michael growled and then wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me back on him as he sat back on his knees. He buried his face into my neck as he continued to ride my ass and kiss that sensitive spot beneath my ear that drove me wild.

  I moved my hand back down to jerk my dick, but Michael grabbed my arm and brought it up to cup the back of his neck instead. Dammit! My cock dripped with need and Michael kept preventing me from touching it.