The Way You Make Me Feel - A Michael Jackson Love Story

Chapter 122 - His Muse

"Didn't you miss me baby?" he asks in a deeper voice that always had a way on making me extremely turned on. His hands slowly begin to travel my body as I close eyes letting out a moan.  

"I can't hear you--" he whispers jerking his hips into mine as I feel his hard bulge against me, making me gasp. 

It's hard to tell what happened after that, but whatever happened it led to Michael having me pressed against the wall, with my legs wrapped around his waist, his shirt completely unbuttoned as we kiss each other wildly. 

Suddenly the door swings open and there standing is  Greg.  

Michael and I freeze in place staring at Greg wide eyed as his mouth drops. 

"GREG!" Michael yells. 

"NOOOOOOOOOO!" Greg screams dramatically clutching his heart as he wails. 

"What's going--?" Ricky stops as he looks in at us. "Oh fuck---like literately..."

I immediately jump from Michael's arms as he slams the door shut horrified. 

I cover my face horrified as Michael curses under his breath. 

"I'm gonna kill him." he says opening the door, walking out clearly annoyed--and embarrassed. 

I follow behind him blushing deeply as Greg whistles. "Damn Mikey--and Mikey Jr." Greg says looking down at his pants as Michael shakes his head, straightening his hair. 

"You might want to take care of that--it looks like he's trying to run away from home." Ricky snickers as Michael tries taking a punch at him, out of clear embarrassment. 

"Hey now...." Greg snickers. "Mike here was just trying to give Tatiana some extra dance lessons. You notice she's been walking kinda funny lately." he says before howling with laughter.

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"I'm so embarrassed..." I mutter walking in the bedroom, face planting in the bed groaning as Michael giggles throwing his hat in a chair. 

"They'll forget about it--" he begins to say as I cock an eyebrow at him. He blushes deeply looking away grinning. 

"I was gonna stroke you so good." he says lowly as I throw a pillow a him, making him laugh. 

"In a closet, Michael..." I hiss. 

"I couldn't help it." he laughs. "Four days, I haven't had you near me." 

I giggle rolling on my back. "I'm sorry you had to suffer..." 

The phone begins to ring, making Michael sigh out as he walks over picking it up. 

"Hello?" he says. "Yes, it is." 

I sit up as he talks on the phone, which sounded as if it was a business call. I get up as I go in the small kitchen area to give him privacy. I grab an apple out of one of the complementary gift baskets that is always delivered to Michael's room from the hotel as I sit on a stool. I notice his tape recorder on the counter as I press the "PLAY" button. 

I smile listening to a beat fill the room, which I recognized as Michael beat boxing. I couldn't help but get up dancing around the kitchen as the beat begins to pick up even more. 

When the music stops, I suddenly hear someone's throat clear as I turn around seeing Michael lean against the wall, meeting my blushing face. 

"What are you doing?" he asks as a slight grin begins to play on his face. 

"Nothing..." I blush. "I was uhm--just listening to that song....I like the beat. Any lyrics yet?"

"No, but it'll come soon." he shrugs and bites his lip staring at me. "I just need some inspiration." 

"I'm sure you'll have it soon." I laugh. "You always do." 

He chuckles softly gently grabbing me by my waist pulling me close to him. "You are my inspiration..." he whispers softly.  He brushes my hair back from my shoulder and moves in so close I can feel his lean body pressed up against me. I feel is warmth and already my mind has placed our lips together. 

"And you know something?" he breathes softly. "I could use some inspiration right now--" 

"Didn't you have enough after what happened today?" I giggle softly as he smirks. 

"I could never have enough." he mumbles. I feel his hot breath on my neck, then the tender brush of lips, burning as they make contact with my neck. He knows that once he kisses my neck, my resistance will crumble. A hand slides around my waist, and pulls me close to his cologne scented body, as he presses me up against the wall. 

"Have you ever done it in the shower?" he asks softly as I blush deeply giggling.

"Michael..." I giggle. "You're the only one I've--" 

"I forgot..." he chuckles lowly kissing my jaw softly. 

"Who does it in a shower?" I snicker softly as he kisses on a sweet spot on my neck making me moan. 

"Who does it in a closet?" he chuckles softly making me blush deeply. 

"Touche...." 

"Sex isn't always on the bed, girl." Michael explains, moving my hair behind my shoulders and moving closer to my lips. "When it happens, it just happens. Not only the bed," His lips rub against mine with every word he spoke. He quickly kisses me, "on the floor," another kiss, "on the couch," another kiss, "on the kitchen counter," moving his lips down to my neck, inhaling my scent, kissing me there, "on a plane... Against the wall..." His trails his tongue in a circle before sucking my skin there, "even in the shower." 

My breath begins to get shivery, his game of seduction working. 

Holy mother of God.

He has me in deep thought... about sex.

When he pulls away from my  neck and just looks into my eyes, snapping me out of my trance. 

"You're thinking about it right now, huh?" He smirks and I blush saying nothing, just staring up at him. "Don't be shy...." he smirks. "There's a first for everything."

"And we have all night." He adds as his lips crash against mine and with his hands on my ass, pressing me against him there, our bodies left absolutely no gap or space.

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The next chapter will be dedicated to the lovely @mylifeismichael <3 I decided to keep this one a little more upbeat since the last was crazy asf.

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