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The door slammed shut behind us as Michael carried me into the bedroom.

I decided I sort of liked him carrying me around. At first it had made me super insecure, but now it was just fun. And maybe it had something to do with the fact that no one ever wanted to pick me up when I was little.

I watched him, breathing hard, as he lifted my legs into the air and pulled both my pants and underwear off urgently, smiling down at me like I was a fresh buffet and he'd been starving for weeks.

"Are you comfortable?" Michael asked as he crawled over me. "You feel okay?"

I nodded, trying to keep myself from trembling.

"You look like a little bunny in a cage," he commented, tracing the side of my face with one finger.

I bit my lip. "Well, you look you're about to eat me."

He chuckled and leaned down, kissing the side of my neck slowly so I sighed, letting some calm wash over me.

"Listen," he whispered, reaching his palm to my cheek to keep my face turned towards him. The skin of his hand was sort of rough and it was strangely arousing. "If you ever wanna stop, or you don't like something, all you have to do is say, okay? 'Cuz sometimes it's hard to tell and I-"

"I think if someone told me to stop I'd never have sex again in my whole life," I said.

He snickered as he moved backward on the bed, kissing the side of my stomach and over my pelvic bone. "That's a long time to not have sex, man."

I watched him between my bent legs, my socks coming up to about mid-calf. For some reason, still being somewhat dressed instead of fully nude was super hot to me. I didn't understand anything that turned me on anymore. I just knew I didn't want to go back to trying to look cool for some girl, pounding her for two minutes, and then thinking she was probably laughing to all her friends about how bad it was.

It was easy with Michael. Apparently all I had to do was exist and he would suck my dick.

He kept eye contact as he bobbed his head up and down, his tongue twisting around my tip to catch the drops of precum forming. I squeezed my eyes closed as I groaned, my face scrunching up.

He made a bubbly chuckle and slid his mouth down again, shaking his head so his nose brushed over the bottom of my stomach, then pulled up, his saliva dripping off onto my leg.

I whined in protest as he sat back and tipped my knees to the side so they were together. He smiled a little, then looked down and ran his fingertips over my hip. "Can you lie on your tummy for me?"

A wave of sickening panic raced through me. "Um..."

"C'mon," he said, giving my ass a pat. "I wanna eat you, little bunny."

I pressed my lips together as I flipped over, reaching above my head to grab one of the bed's pillows. He planted a few stray kisses on my lower back, pushing my shirt up so more of my skin was exposed, then shifted himself down further and spread my legs.

I wanted to magically disappear.

He traced his fingertips along the backs of my thighs so lightly I shivered. "You ticklish?" he asked teasingly as he did it again, going back up this time. My whole body twitched. "Guess so."

"No, stop," I cried, squirming as he moved to my sides next. He brushed his fingers against them and I jumped around like a fish. I'd never been too good at catching those things. My dad wasn't exactly the hey son, let's go fishing and spend our Sunday together kind of dad.

"I should give you Kitty's number," Michael murmured as he drew his nails along my back. "She would love you."

He touched something at the base of my spine that made me have an involuntary spasm and arch my back, pushing my ass in his face.

"So impatient," he chuckled. He gripped my cheeks in his hands and, before I could react, licked all the way up between them.

I clenched where his tongue touched me and twisted my head around to meet his smirk as he leaned down again. "Dude, that's fucking disgusting," I said, squeezing the pillow with both hands.

Maybe he didn't like that, because he grew agressive from then on, moving his whole face so his tongue twisted in a circle. I responded with a muffled moan into the pillow as he flicked his tongue against me.

I curled my toes in my socks, bending my knees so my legs hung in the air on either side of him. I had goosebumps everywhere now, and I was shaking as if I was cold, but at the same time I felt like there was a fire burning inside me and I would burst into flames any second.

As much as I hated myself for it, deep down, I got a sick pleasure from this. Sure, the idea was nasty. But the fact that without doing anything I'd somehow gotten a guy I met one week ago to lick my asshole made me feel kind of powerful.

Of course, then he said, "Can I try using my finger?"

My body tensed as I hurriedly turned back over, almost kicking him in the face. "Um, I don't- I don't know-"

"Hey, calm down," he whispered, his voice soft and soothing. "No rush, okay?"

I didn't reply for a moment, just watched as he ran his thumb down the path between my legs. "How bad will it hurt?"

"Depends," he murmured. "How high's your pain tolerance?"

I considered. "Pretty high."

He smirked and tilted his head to kiss my thigh. "You should be fine then."

I faked a smile and fell back into silence, busying myself with pulling my shirt over my head and tossing it to the floor with my other clothes.

Once, I'd clicked on a video on Pornhub where an ugly old man was fisting this poor girl's ass. By the end of it she had what looked like actual guts falling out of her, and the creepy old shitbag just kept grinning and zooming in with the camera to her fucking mess of an asshole as he played with it with his dirty fingers.

My heart was racing now just thinking about it, ending up like that, and sweat was starting to form around my hairline. I could hear a faint ringing in my ears as I struggled to gulp down the bile rising in my throat. "You okay?" Michael asked.

"Yeah," I mumbled as convincingly as possible. I felt so dizzy I wondered if I would pass out. Hoping to take both our minds off my state, I leaned forward, ready to press my lips to his, then gulped as I remembered where his mouth had been and ducked down to his neck.

"You're psyching yourself out," Michael whispered, his lips touching my ear.

I looked up. "I know."

"Just take a deep breath, count to three, and we'll go for it. Okay?" he asked, subtly sliding one hand under me while the other rubbed my bare shoulders.

"Okay," I agreed hesitantly.

"Count."

"One," I said, practically shaking in fear. "Two." I let out a tiny squeak of surprise as he, without warning, pushed his finger into me.

"You have to relax," he told me. "Relax all your muscles. Pretend your legs are numb." I nodded as he drew his finger out part-way, his other hand rubbing along the side of my thigh to comfort me.

By the way, he happened to have the nicest hands I think anyone on earth possessed: tanned, with thumb bones that stuck out and a whole network of veins visible under his skin.

I gasped as he pushed both his index and middle fingers in, pausing as I breathed before spreading them apart. He kept whispering relax, and I leaned back, really trying to, pretending I was completely fine.

He twisted his fingers deeper in a wave motion, curling them upward until he hit something inside me that sent a shock wave of intense feeling through my whole body. I gasped, jolting upward, my hips shaking.

He just made a little giggling noise and continued jabbing his fingers there.

I moaned, curving my spine as I subconsciously pressed down onto his hand. "Why does..." I murmured, sucking in my breath. I was throbbing now, just from whatever he was doing.

"It feel good?" he guessed. I nodded and he grinned. "Health class failed you." I was planning on questioning further but then he leaned up, pulling my hips closer to him and taking me in his mouth again.

He'd go down, hold for an impossible, blissful eternity, then pull up, curving his head to the side, and go again. He licked me, he fondled me, he pressed my legs down against my chest as he worked his fingers in and out until I was almost screaming at all the stimulation.

"You gonna cum for me?" Michael whispered, his hand twisting up and down at an overwhelming speed. I nodded vehemently, my eyebrows scrunching together as I pushed my hips in his direction. "Tell me you're gonna cum."

"I'm-" I dropped my legs, letting them stretch over his shoulder, then arched my back as his other hand hit that spot inside me. "I'm gonna cum," I mumbled. "Just keep-" I let out a strangled moan, squeezing my eyes shut as I hit the back of his throat.

I bunched my toes up in my socks as I released, mostly in his hand and on my abs but a tiny bit shot up and got on his cheek.

He didn't even look up. He had this super-focused expression on his face as he used his wet hand to slowly stroke himself, like he was preparing to defuse a bomb.

I took hold of the pillow weakly before turning silently onto my stomach. He started grazing his tip between my ass cheeks, his precum making a slippery glossiness to ease the friction. I inhaled sharply, looking behind me, and he immediately offered up his free hand.

I accepted it gratefully and squeezed, the panic of too-late regret overtaking me.

He held himself carefully and pushed the tip in, making me grip a fistful of the pillow, then leaned down, pausing about half-way to cover my body with his, his arms curling under mine.

"Hi," I whimpered, staring into his eyes. I wondered if I could ever look at him again and not remember this very moment.

"Hi, sweetheart," he whispered. He moved over and gave my temple a quick kiss. "I know it hurts. It'll get better, I promise."

I felt sort of jealous, because I knew how good he must feel. I was shaking, but I couldn't really tell if it was from pain or just shock or something else. I bit down on my lip, digging my teeth into the skin, and choked back a sob.

"Fuck," he said, his voice a throaty groan, as he threaded our fingers tighter together.

I parted my lips, a small sound escaping me, and then cried out as he slammed the rest of the way in, making my whole body slide forward.

"Shit," he panted, the sound setting me aflame all over again. "Fucking god." He raised himself up, pulling back and then pushing all the way, again and again until we fell into a rhythm. I got louder with every stroke, not even caring about anyone else hearing.

Then he sat up, grunting as he pulled out completely and gripped my waist with both hands to flip me onto my back. I gasped and let him push my legs up so forcefully my knees touched my chin and my ass lifted off the mattress.

I felt so vulnerable, so helpless being crumpled like that underneath him, knowing there would be no way of getting away even if I wanted to. He gripped my hands with his, the curls over his forehead bouncing, and thrust into me, making our skin slap together.

"M-Michael?" I mumbled, breathing so fast I could barely speak. His hesitance was completely gone, replaced by a savage, desperate need.

"Fuck," he whispered again, his face twisted in pleasure. "Fuck, I'm almost there."

I gripped my quivering legs to his sides, stretching my neck back. He moaned then, burying himself in me and holding my hips so his thighs touched the backs of mine, and a second later he came, his body shuddering on top of mine.

He held my thighs as he gently eased out, making some liquid spill out immediately, then with a heavy sigh dropped onto his side and looked at me. "Oh my god."

I scooted over to him and laid my head on his chest, suddenly feeling very clingy.

"You okay?" he asked while I, having been denied a hug, brought my legs up to wrap those around him as well.

"Yeah," I said. "You?"

"Fantastic."

I sighed angrily and rolled over, sprawling all my limbs out. It was a very nice bed. Very comfortable. One of the best I'd ever been in. I looked at him, my eyes narrowing with a sudden thought. "I think this is her grandma's bed."

He yawned. "Huh?"

"I think we had sex in Meg's grandma's bed," I said. "There's three bedrooms, right- Meg's, the guest one, and this one. So what's this one? Obviously the grandma."

"This could be the guest one," he suggested calmly, already closing his eyes.

"I'm pretty sure I fucked Amy in the guest one."

He looked at me, then broke into a laugh. "Christ, you're running out of rooms, buddy. What's next, the garage?"

"I'm being serious," I whined. "What if the old lady comes home to find some random naked guys in her bed?"

"She'd probably think she'd been blessed by Jesus," he said.

"She'd have a heart attack and die." I rolled onto my hands and knees and crawled to the edge of the bed. I couldn't even see where I'd thrown my clothes.

He reached out and grazed the back of my thigh lightly, then touched his palm to my hip and caressed it tenderly.

"Stop it," I snapped.

Michael made a little pouting face and let go, swinging his legs over the side of the bed. He walked around until he located where he'd thrown my pants and picked up my underwear, twirling them around the tip of his finger. "Want these?"

I nodded and reached my arm out.

"Come get them," he said.

I dropped my arm and glared at him. I waited a second, scheming, then sprung, leaning far over the side of the bed to grab at him. He took one step back and I plummetted to my knees on the floor.

"Shit," he said as I groaned in pain. "Oops."

I looked up at him, biting my lip a little. "I imagined that way better."

He blinked. "And I imagined this very image here. Many times, actually."

I squinted at him, then leveled my gaze and stared at his dick. "Well, enjoy. You'll never see it again."

He grumbled something and set my underwear on top of my head. I scowled. "You look really stupid like that," he commented.

"Mich-"

"Here, let me help you," he smiled, outstretching his hand to me. I reached up and he quickly retracted it, then cackled evilly. I sighed. "Just kidding," he said with another smile, reaching his hand out again.

I hesitated, then reached up, waiting for him to trick me again. He didn't.

I let him pull me to my feet, our fronts bumping a little as I regained my balance. "See?" he said. "You can totally trust me."

"Yeah, totally," I muttered. He pulled down the pillow I'd been holding earlier and sat me on it gently, then crouched in front of me and wormed my bare feet through the legs of the trunks. "Um," I said. "What are you doing?"

He smirked, pulling them up my legs to my bright red knees, then leaned lower and kissed my right one. "Nothing."

I watched him as he left another kiss on my thigh before standing up. I regretted glancing down at the pillow behind me, and the wet spot that had suddenly formed on it. "Oh god."

Michael looked at it. "Ah, you're leaking," he said, almost proudly.

"What?"

"Leaking," he said again. "Don't worry." He picked up the pillow, then tossed it across the room. I heard it hit the wall and fall to the floor. "Grandma's problem now."

I ignored the grandma comment and pulled my underwear back down an inch, half-expecting them to be drenched. Instead only a drop made its way down my thigh, like a teardrop. I grazed my finger along my skin and wiped it on the sheet.

"You could let me eat your ass again," said Michael, crossing his hands behind his head as he flopped onto his back. "That could solve it."

"What does it taste like?" I asked.

"Your ass?"

"Cum," I clarified quickly.

He looked over, creasing his brow. "You've really never tried it? Not even your own?"

"No," I snapped. "What kind of psychopath would do that?"

He shrugged. "I did. For preparation."

I giggled a little. "What does that mean?"

"When I was super young. I just wanted to know what it was like. You know, I couldn't go in and suck my first cock without knowing what to expect."

"When was the first time you did it?" I asked.

"Seventeen," he said, smiling a little sadly. "In one of those big family stalls in a public restroom. Whole place smelled like piss. He told me to go first and then..." He scoffed and tilted his head. "Well, he left."

I turned myself towards him, resting my cheek on his shoulder. "You're the only man that'll ever get to touch me."

"Are you sure about that?" he said, chuckling a little.

I nodded vigorously.

He laughed and kissed the top of my head, tousling my hair. "Okay then. I feel very special."

"You are special," I told him.

He moved his hand down from my back to my ass, and I could feel the warmth of his palm through my underwear. "Hmm. I kinda like knowing this is all for me. Thank you."

"You're welcome," I whispered, smirking. "Can I ask you more stuff?"

He smiled. "Sure."

"How many guys have you been with?"

"Not many," he said. "I did that whole secret hookup, 2-AM-in-the-middle-of-nowhere shit in highschool a couple times. Never really liked it."

"So you never, like, dated one?"

"Nah." He grinned and reached up to squeeze me tighter. "Why you asking, Benjamin?"

I blushed and dropped my head, burying it in his chest again. "Just 'cuz, um, like, I never would, so I wondered if you ever would, 'cuz, like, that would be weird."

He leaned down after me, trying to kiss my forehead as I ducked away from him. "We can go on a date if you want. Like, to a diner or something. Or we could just stay home and watch movies. I would do that."

"I don't wanna go on a date," I snapped.

He sighed.

"I have one more question," I murmured sleepily, rubbing my cheek against his chest. "It's very important." I yawned deeply.

"Ask away," he said.

"Do you know how to take a bra off a girl?"

He gave me a weird look, then narrowed his eyes. "Uh, yeah, why?"

"I need you to show me how."

He laughed for like the hundredth time and pressed his face into my hair. "Okay."

I closed my eyes. "Thanks. I wanna go to sleep now." I lifted my hand so it was raised in front of him.

"What?" he said, still laughing.

"You have to hold my hand," I said.

He slowly slid his fingers up my palm until they were between mine, then clasped them together. "You have really tiny hands for a guy," he observed.

I sniffed. "Yours are just big."

"I think they fit together nice," he whispered.

"Yeah," I said. "Goodnight."

He tilted his head down, not moving his body at all, and kissed my forehead gently. "Goodnight, sweetie."

I wished then I hadn't been so curt, because I figured I only had so long that I could get away with it. The truth was, right then, I felt happy and safe like I couldn't remember feeling in years. I felt the same butterflies that normally made me feel sick, but now just giddy like I was a kid.

Like nothing bad in the world would happen to me, because I was with him, the man I feared would lead me astray but now I saw as my saving grace.