What Should Have Never Been

Lindsey's P.O.V

“Thank you so much for coming over to help me with your moms surprise birthday party.” He steps to the side of the door letting me in.

“You know I wouldn’t miss it for the world. What time is the party anyways?” I asked him sitting my bag down on the couch.

“It’s at 7:00 but I have a lot of shipment stuff coming in today, around different times.”

“Oh, okay well then what do you need done now? Do you have anything yet?” I asked turning around to face him but he just watched my every movement.

“No, the caterer isn’t coming until 5:30. They are bringing all the food, cake and drinks. I just need help with the packages when they come in.” I just look at him bumfuzzled.

“Then why am I already here? What are we suppose to do until then?” I asked him turning away, walking into the kitchen for a drink.

I grabbed me a cold bottled water out of the refrigerator. Before being able to take a drink he grabbed it sitting it down on the countertop.

“Well, the packages should be arriving within the next hour or two. Most of them.” He grabbed my hand turning me around to face him. “Before, that time gets here, I have an idea for us to busy ourselves.” He has that all too familiar mischievous look on his face that only I can read.

But before I can say anything he pulls me into a kiss. It wasn’t a rushed kiss just a normal one. Our lips always melted together perfectly.

I pulled away taking a step back from him, but he didn’t let me out of his hands. He was still holding onto my waist. He has a very bad habit of doing that.

“Michael, can you please let me go? I just want a drink of my water.” Michael, reluctantly let go but he kept his eyes on me. Only for a few seconds, until he turned to walk away without another word, disappearing somewhere from within upstairs.

When I got done with my water I threw my bottle away walking upstairs. I seen his door shut with the television on. He has to be in there right? I knocked on the door but he didn’t answer. I knocked a little louder still nothing, but I heard movement from inside the room.

“Michael, I am just going to head home. Call me later if you still need me to help you.” I turned to walk away walking down the stairs when he spoke behind me.

“I don’t want you to go. I want you to stay here with me.” Michael, grabbed my hand taking me into his bedroom, shutting the door behind us. “Why are you trying to leave me?” Michael, asked me softly.

“You seemed upset and didn’t want to be bothered with. I know how pissed off you can get when someone keeps agitating you. I thought it’d be best to just leave.” Michael, shook his head motioning me to come closer to him. Just as if I was tied to a invisible string I moved closer.

“There is no reason for you to leave. If I didn’t want you here, I would have asked you to. What pisses me off is when you assume such things.” That look on his face made me look down at the floor.

How does Michael do this to me when all it is, is just hook ups? I mean Michael shouldn’t have control over me but he does. I think it’s because we are getting too close to one another. But we are friends. Michael, has literally watched me grow up. He was 7 going on 8 when I was born. I remember the stories that Michael and my beautiful mother Elizabeth used to tell me. One time Michael asked to change my diaper, well as soon as he took off my diaper I peed all over him. That is just one of many stories.

“What are you thinking about, Lindsey?” Michael spoke up, pulling me out of memory lane, while wrapping his arms around me.

“Just the stories that you and mother always told me about what happened when I was a baby.” I looked up at him and he just looked down at me smiling.

“You were the perfect, baby. It was an honor to watch you grow up into who you are today. A strong, individual woman, who can take up for herself. Beautiful as ever. Looking just like your mother.” Michael rubbed my cheek with his thumb before attaching his lips to mine.

This kiss was much different from the first one he just gave me. This one would get you into bed even when you are fighting against it. My body betrays me all the damn time when it comes to this man.

“Lay down for me, baby.” Just like before, even when I’m fighting against it, my body and mind does the complete opposite.

Once I’m lying in bed, comfortable he gets on top of me, claiming my lips, again. One of Michael’s hands explore my body. Making me all hot and bothered. Michael’s mouth travels across my cheek to my neck.

“Let me rid you from these clothes.” Michael whispers in my ear. Which caused goosebumps to appear all throughout my body. He removed me from my shirt and jeans just leaving me exposed in my bra and panties.

Michael started to take his off before I stopped him. I want to be the one who does it. Feeling confident I unbuttoned his shirt pushing it off of his shoulders. My hands found their way to his jeans fiddling with his button on his trousers before undoing it. Michael did the honor of taking his pants off leaving them somewhere in the floor before climbing back on top of me.

Michael settles himself between my legs making his erected clothed member come in contact with my clothed tingly area. He rolled his hips looking at me in the eyes, causing just enough friction for the both of us. Michael drug his fingers lightly over the fabric of my panties feeling how wet I already am for him.

“You are so fucking wet, baby. You are always ready for me aren’t you?” All I can do was moan and grind myself against his talented fingers.

“I just want you to fuck.. ahhhh fuck.... me.” I had to let out a breathless moan when he decided to push my panties to the side and entered a finger in me.

“Oh, I’ll fuck you. I’ll fuck you until you beg me to stop.” He pulled out his finger that is covered in my juices, placing it in his mouth sucking it clean. He unsnapped my bra and took off my soaking panties, along with his briefs.

I palmed his leaking stiff length stroking it from root to tip. I squeezed him causing more precum to ooze from his swollen tip. Taking his member I placed him right at my entrance allowing him to fully enter me.

It hurts so good though. I could never accommodate to his size. We have been secretly hooking up for the past 5 months, no one knows about it. It’s something that I’ll never get used to.

“You feel so fucking amazing, baby.” His voice was strained and his breathing was ragged.

He nuzzled his face in my neck leaving wet kisses from my shoulder to my cheek, claiming my lips. His hardened member massaged my inner walls all too perfectly. He delightfully hit my soft spot with each stroke he gave me.

He held one of my legs up while the other one was still wrapped around him and thrusted into me harder. My body and mind was loving every second of it.

“Fuck me harder, Michael... please.” I begged in a voice I didn’t even recognize myself. He was fucking me so good that my mind was mushy. My body didn’t even feel like it was mine anymore. His body claimed mine to be his.

I barely clawed at his sweaty back. My muscles and legs were becoming so weak. I couldn’t hold back anymore and neither could he.

“I’m going to fucking cum baby.... please-FUCK!” He didn’t have to beg me, I was already there. As was he. I exploded like a bomb around him, while he filled me up with his liquids. He collapsed on top of me with sweat dripping down his forehead. Our bodies were sticking together. I wouldn’t have it any other way though.

We stayed like this until our breathing went back to being almost normal. He brought the blankets up over our bodies to cover us. He leaned up to kiss me softly, it didn’t take long for me to respond.

“Michael, your mother is here-shit I’m sorry.”