Thursday, August 4, 2016

something from the archives: accidents happen - part 9

this part is also pretty racy. you can catch up via the links to parts 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, and 8. read on for part 9.

Part 9

Liz was livid.

It was three in the morning and Michael still hadn’t dragged his sorry ass back home.

She knew full well that his shift ended at midnight.

It wasn’t as if she’d always be able to wrangle a night away from home. And he wasn’t even there to appreciate all the effort she’d gone to. Michael Guerin was in for it big time.

If he thought he was avoiding her, well he had another thing coming.

Liz might not equal Hurricane Deluca in sheer strength and volume, but there was something even more powerful to her quietude. In fact, the quieter Liz got, the more dangerous she became.

And considering she hadn’t moved or made a sound in the last two hours, Michael would have no idea what hit him.

It was three-thirty when the key turned in the lock. Michael flicked the light switch bathing the darkened foyer of his apartment with light. He groaned as he took off his jacket and kicked off his shoes. Finally he was home.

He strode into the living room on his way to the kitchen. He didn’t really notice the figure on the couch as he rummaged around in the kitchen until she said, “Hello Michael,” causing him to drop the glass of water he had just poured himself.

“God dammit, Liz! You scared the living shit out of me. What the hell were you thinking?”

“What was I thinking? What could I have been thinking?”

“Well, certainly not about your own safety. Jesus, Liz, I could have seriously hurt you.”

“Oh I’m not afraid of the big bad alien.”

“Liz,” Michael asked, “Are you sure you’re okay? You sound really funny. And what’s that crack about the big bad alien supposed to mean anyway? And what the hell are you doing here, aren’t your parents going to worry, it is way past your curfew?”

“That’s all you can say? You’re worried about my curfew?”

Michael stopped to think for a moment. Somehow this was all going terribly wrong. Liz looked, well she looked beautiful, but she also looked completely infuriated. And Michael was beginning to think it might have something to do with him. He wondered what he’d done wrong. Or had it been something he said? “Liz, I just don’t want you to get in trouble.”

“I see. Do you think I’m an idiot?”

“No. Liz, Are you sure you’re okay?” Michael asked as he started to back away.

Liz slowly started advancing on him, she was so mad she couldn’t manage to get the words to form on her lips. She pressed Michael back into the wall and suddenly knew exactly what to do with her mouth. Press it against his.

Michael was stunned by the sudden onslaught. He hadn’t realized how much he’d been craving her taste. He thrust his tongue between her teeth and savored the feel of her in his arms. This was what he’d wanted, he propelled himself off the wall to move them towards the bedroom; only he accidentally slammed into another wall.

Liz didn’t even wince. She twined her arms around Michael’s neck and lifted herself into his arms wrapping her legs around his waist. They kissed with wild abandon, seeking only to devour each other. Liz rubbed against Michael’s crotch feeling his straining cock press against her wet heat.

Without hesitating she pushed them off the wall, causing Michael to stumble backwards into his bedroom door. Keeping one arm wrapped around his neck she lowered her hand to his zipper and released his throbbing shaft into her hands.

“Commando darling?” she gasped into his mouth.

His only response was a growl as she gently squeezed him.

“You’re not the only one,” she gasped as she impaled herself onto him allowing a moment to thank her foresight in selecting a skirt to wear that evening. Feeling his shaft sheath into her tight heat, filling her, completing her, the way no one else ever could, Liz moaned with pure primal pleasure.

“Liz, oh god, you feel so amazing,” Michael moaned as she slowly began to move her body up and down his length.

Without breaking their rhythm he made a move towards the bed in the center of the room. The sensation of Liz’s tight heat around him added to the movements of his body, were excruciating in the pleasure they elicited. Michael let them fall, his back against the mattress. Making sure Liz didn’t stop her exquisite torture. When the platform gave beneath them, and they crashed to floor with the thunderous sound of wood cracking, they didn’t notice. They were too far-gone.

Liz came in a blast, her body collapsing onto Michael’s, her body trembling with the aftershock. Michael felt the shivers and her heat throbbing around his length and let go of his control completely. Barely managing to remember to withdraw from Liz’s body before spilling his seed.

They lay together panting for breath in the ruins of Michael’s bed.

“I missed you,” Liz said.

“I missed you too.”

“I’m sorry I was so mad earlier. I just wanted to see you and was upset because you took so long getting here. And then you didn’t seem glad to see me.”

“Liz, I’m a clueless man. I’ve been miserable without you. I just wasn’t sure how to react to you being here. I don’t want to get you in trouble. I don’t want anything to stand in the way of us spending time together.”

“That’s why the whole curfew thing?”



“So, I was thinking…” Michael started to say.


“I think you’re wearing way too many clothes.”

“Really? Hmm, you know what, I think you’re right. I also think that someone else is wearing way too much.”

“We should do something about that.”

“Oh yeah.”

Michael smiled before pulling off Liz’s tank top. He slid his hands down the smooth skin of her back and hooking his hands into the elastic band of her skirt. She lifted her hips slightly at his unspoken command, allowing him to gaze at her nude body with barely concealed hunger.

Liz smiled as she unbuttoned Michael’s work shirt and pulled it off. She kissed the firm skin of his chest, before pulling off his pants. He was already ready for another round.

Naked, they reveled in feeling the different textures of their skin. He was hard and rough where she was soft and smooth. And when they slid against each other it could only lead to an unfathomable ecstasy.

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