Chapter Ten
Michelle…
Shit. So close. I’d really hoped Teresa wouldn’t say anything, but it looked like this was not my day for catching breaks. If they’d only left five minutes earlier. Still I’m lucky she only mentioned the school and not Mr. Creepy Pants from the park yesterday.
The morning should have been wonderful. I wish at least one of us had our phones on so we could have stopped the intrusion.
We should have been busy burning up the sheets, the shower, the floor, the couch.
..Damn. I’d been hoping to explore Flame in every inch of this suite.
Now I’d have to explain first and hope he didn’t get pissed off.
Staying on the couch while everyone left, I only got up to grab the last slice of bacon before Flame wheeled the cart into the hall.
Coming back in, he shut the door behind him with a click.
It was so quiet without everyone talking, eating, and arguing.
Raining Chaos wasn’t just a band, they were a family—a growing family now Cyn, Teresa and I were part of the equation.
“What’s going on with school,” he asked as he sat next to me again. His expression serious but concerned not pissed. I’d take concerned any day of the week.
“It’s nothing really.”
“C’mon just tell me or do I have to find Teresa and Wrath’s room and get her to tell me.”
“No. Of course not. It really is no big deal though. I told her yesterday I was going to tell you.”
“Stop stalling and tell me, babe. If it’s not bad what are you worried about? I saw the look on your face when she brought it up.” He pulled me onto his lap and slid his fingers through my hair. I’d forgotten I didn’t dry it after the shower and now it was a tangled mess.
“Remember when there were all the articles in the paper and the news stories on TV over Christmas?” His fingers lightly tugged on my hair, pulling the curls and stretching them out like curly fries. But now he stopped. Was he worried what I was going to say?
“Uh huh.”
“Apparently one of the parents saw me with you and complained to the principle. She wanted me to stop seeing you. I told her she wasn’t my mother just my boss. It didn’t really go well from there.” I winced thinking about it. Actually considering everything, I’m surprised I wasn’t fired.
“You definitely have an Italian temper don’t you?”
“I don’t know what you mean,” I said and stuck my tongue out. Yeah I had it, in spades. I blamed my father. I was exactly like him according to my grandmother. Quick to anger but then I always regretted it.
“Sounds like it didn’t go well. Are you still working there?”
“Oh yeah. But I’m on a type of probation. She said you were a bad influence on me and consequently bad for the children in my class. I needed to stop seeing you or I’d have to find a new job after the school year ends.”
“Fuck. Can she do that?”
I nodded. I’d done some research hoping she couldn’t but since it was a private school she could pretty much do whatever the hell she wanted as long as it didn’t hurt the children.
“She can. It’s not a big deal. I’ll just look for another job.
I’m not going to let some tight ass bitch tell me who I can date. ”
“Are you sure? I know how important your job is. What about the Teacher’s Union?”
“I really don’t want to go down that road. It’d be a huge mess, and maybe make the news too, especially when they find out why. I don’t want to drag Raining Chaos and you into this.”
“But I know you love being with the kids…”
“Yes I do but I love being with you too. Unless you don’t see us staying together for much longer?”
“I didn’t say that. I was just talking about building a house, didn’t you hear me?”
“You said you could build a house. I didn’t hear anything about me.”
He was looking less concerned now and more pissed.
I was doing it again, pushing his buttons.
I didn’t want to fight with him. Why was all of this so hard?
My inner Michelle answered me, ‘because you’re both stubborn asses who won’t admit your feelings for each other’.
Okay, so I knew why I was picking at him like a fingernail with chipped polish, but it didn’t change anything.
“Are we going to fight again?”
“I don’t want to.”
“Good. Neither do I. I want to be with you. I don’t want what we have to end. But I don’t want to stand in the way of your career either. Actually that’s a lie.”
“What is?”
“The career part. I wish you would quit, move in, and go on tour with me when we leave again. But I do know how important it is to you, and Sally would skin me alive if I tried to force you to quit.”
I laughed. He was right, she would.
Flame…
Finally. She laughed. Fuckin’ A. Now if I could just keep my mouth closed maybe we could enjoy the rest of today.
I wanted to make her happy, show her how much I’d missed her and not just the fucking.
I’m not gonna deny I love being inside her, touching her, loving her, but there was more to it than that.
Just talking to her was great, we had so much fun—apparently until last night and today.
It’s like both of us were freakin’ off balance.
I hope it’s only because I’d been away so long.
Another reason I wasn’t upset about her job.
If she lost it she could move to New Jersey and live with me and go on tour.
Okay, maybe I was jumping ahead, but I couldn’t imagine my life without her in it.
“I have an idea.”
“Oh yeah? What’s that?”
Instead of answering, I pulled her head towards me and I rubbed my lips on hers.
When she didn’t object, my tongue slid between hers as they parted with a moan.
Pulling her closer, she had to feel my cock against her.
She got me so fuckin’ hard. She was like a drug, my body craved her as soon as she was out of reach.
No matter how much I took and she gave it was never going to be enough.
She was my addiction, my weakness, my Achilles heel and I couldn’t survive without her.
Bacon, blueberries and coffee. Followed by a chaser of pure Michelle—sweet and spicy at the same time, like honey with an aftertaste of jalapeno.
Kissing her rocked, but I wanted her spread underneath me so I could worship every inch of her.
Breaking the kiss, I looked into her half closed chocolate brown eyes.
Her cheeks were pink and she moaned softly as I pulled my lips from hers.
“Babe, I think we should move to the bed.”
Nodding, she wrapped her arms around my neck.
Lifting her as I stood, I headed for the bedroom.
The wench nibbled on my neck and I almost dropped her.
My skin sliding between her teeth shot jolts of electricity directly to my already throbbing cock.
“Quit it or I’m gonna drop you.” Instead of an answer she sucked more skin between her teeth and bit harder.
My turn to moan, and her low chuckle against my neck made it worse.
She wasn’t going to make this easy that’s for sure.
I couldn’t get to the bed fast enough and she knew it. My brat was actually giggling. Well two could play this game. At the edge of the bed I dropped her. The look on her face was priceless. Not like she fallen far, maybe two feet, but enough to surprise the shit out of her.
“What?” Laughing, I pulled off my shirt and jeans and climbed onto the bed. She hadn’t moved an inch. She wasn’t hurt, there was enough padding on this bed I could have dropped her from the ceiling and she would have bounced. I guess that’s why I was paying nine hundred a night.
The storm clouds forming on her face dissipated and she smiled.
Whether or not it was because she’d thought of something devious I’d have to wait to see.
Wrapping my hands around her waist, I slid her up onto the pillows, slid off her jeans and pushed up her t-shit exposing her lacy black bra.
I didn’t think it possible but the sight of her magnificent breasts in the lace sent bolts of electricity directly to my cock. I needed her now.
Spreading her legs wide enough I knelt between them, gazing at her beautiful body. Venus de Milo had nothing on her. In France we’d gone to the Louvre and saw some cool shit. But even if the Venus had her arms she still wouldn’t compare to my sweet Michelle.
Our eyes met as I slid my finger into her mouth.
Sucking on it like I hoped she’d suck my cock later, the throbbing in my cock grew and I shuddered.
I longed to slide my tongue over her and suck her dry.
First I had to make up for last night. For the rushing and the fucking shit afterwards.
She needed to know how much I love her and for now this was the only way I could tell her.
The quiet room filled with the sound of our heavy breathing.
So quiet you’d never know we were in the middle of one of the busiest cities in the world.
Pulling my finger from her mouth, I slid it down her chin, between her breasts, and down to her mound, leaving a wet trail.
Sliding back up, flicking the clasp on her bra the cups opened revealing their treasure, and I couldn’t resist a taste.
Blowing on the moisture she shivered hardening her nipples into tight little peaks.
The taut dusty pink points called to me.
Groaning, I slid my tongue over the hard bud.
Exhaling over the now wet nipple made her moan and her pussy arched against my hard dick.
I wanted her so bad, but I wanted to make her scream my name while she came even more than my own pleasure.
Grinning, I showed the same loving attention to her other nipple, first my wet mouth, a little bite, and then the heated breath.
I licked, kissed down her stomach, and to her pussy.
Bare as it’d always been and so soft and smooth.
Lifting her legs until they were balanced on my shoulders I buried my face in her hot, wet and incredibly tasty pussy.
Her clit was already rock hard and every touch made her body quiver.
I could feel the muscles in her inner thighs clenching against my shoulders.
Her juices soaked my face as I rubbed my beard against her.
She’d told me before how the bristles felt incredible against her pussy.
Her moans and writhing were all I needed to spur me on.
I couldn’t get enough of her, and thrust my tongue into her hot hole, lapping her juices.
As I fucked her with my tongue I watched as her head thrashed back and forth on the pillow, her hands grasped the blankets, and her body quaked.
“Oh dear God, you’re killing me.”
She was close, so close. Her skin was flushed from her face to her breasts, and she shivered every time I touched her.
I slid down on the bed so I was lying between her legs with her calves over my shoulders.
Sucking her little bundle of nerves between my teeth and sliding my tongue over it, then thrusting into her again and again with two fingers, making sure to hit her G-spot.
I’d gotten good at finding it, and once you know what it feels like you can’t miss it, or you’re just a fucked up selfish lover.
A gush of hot juices slid down my arm, and her core clenched hard around my fingers as she screamed my name. With one last lick of her hard clit I stretched out beside her. It was a start, but we had a long way to go before I’d be finished with my little Venus.
A vision—my Michelle. Her beautiful dark brown curls spread over the pillows, her olive skin flushed pink, her legs spread wide.
Our eyes met and my breath caught in my throat.
I’d never seen them so dark brown, almost black—full of passion and something else.
I couldn’t resist a moment longer and lowered my lips to hers.
Her fingers pulled my head down and her tongue pushed through my lips, toying with mine.
My turn to moan, as my cock reminded me he was being neglected.
Fuck you, bud, wait your turn. Pulling her onto her side and against me, my cock slid along her heated nether lips, her juices coating my throbbing rod.
Thrusting against her, her heat called to me.
Hyper-focused on Michelle and her flavor, I didn’t realize she rolled me onto my back and straddled my hips.
“My turn,” she said with a wicked grin.
All I could do was moan.