Part 5

Liz was nervous. He was standing so close, the counter between the kitchen and dining area in the Crashdown the only thing separating them. She was trying to act cool, not let him know that she was onto him. But every time she looked in his direction or felt his eyes on her, she wanted to scream and yell and call him names, but most of all, she wanted to storm over there and fuck him. No matter how many people were watching.

'No, not until later,' she scolded herself. 'Then you can have your wicked way with him.' She laughed evilly and put the next part of her plan into action.

Walking into the kitchen area she approached her father.

"Dad?"

"Yeah, sweetie?" he replied, looking up from the books.

"Do you mind if I spend the night at Maria's?" She said, loud enough for her voice to carry to where Michael stood.

"No. Go ahead. Have fun."

"Thanks, Dad." Looking over her shoulder at Michael as she headed back out, she noticed the thoughtful look on his face.

It was all going to plan. He now thought she would be out all night, so he wasn't going to come 'visiting'. Now she just had to hope that he stayed in tonight.

Finally the Crashdown had closed. It was only 10 o'clock, but Liz was exhausted. Michael's shift had finished much earlier in the afternoon, so he didn't know that she hadn't gone to Maria's.

Liz walked slowly up the stairs and ran herself a bath. She figured that she wouldn't be able to go over until at least 2 or 3am. So she had plenty of time to waste.

It was just after 2am when she snuck out her window and down the fire escape. She had wanted to wait longer, but she just couldn't.

Carrying the scarves that she had filched from her mother's wardrobe, she climbed in to her car and headed to his apartment.

She couldn't see any lights in his windows as she pulled up, nor could she hear any sounds when she pressed her ear up against his door. Quickly retrieving the key from its hiding place on the bottom of the door, she opened it as quietly as possible, wincing at the click that sounded impossibly loud as she shut the door behind her.

She crept slowly through the dark apartment, her memory guiding her. She just hoped he hadn't decided to move any of the furniture recently. Liz got to Michael's bedroom door without incident. After checking to make sure that there was no light shining from under it, she carefully reached out and pushed it open.

Once inside she just stopped and stared at him. He was lying on his side, facing away from her and the sheet only covered him to the waist, exposing the gorgeous expanse of his broad, naked back to her eyes. Pulling herself together, she realised she would never get anything done if she just stood there staring at him, and she had so much planned.

Toeing off her shoes she approached the bed and carefully looped one of the scarves around his head, covering his eyes. He stirred and she sucked in a breath, but he didn't wake, instead settling more comfortably into his pillow. Liz quickly tied the blindfold into place.

Now came the hard part, getting Michael to roll onto his back without waking him.

Stopping to think for a minute, she came up with an idea. She lightly ran one hand down his side, tickling him. He squirmed a bit, but didn't move. Liz did it again, but for a bit longer this time and, to her satisfaction, he rolled over onto his back.

As gently as possible, she grasped one of his wrists and lifted his arm above his head, securing it firmly to the headboard. She repeated the same action on his other wrist and both his ankles until he was laying spread eagle on the bed; the only thing covering him being his boxers.

Liz pulled off her clothes and stood next to the bed. She ran her fingers over his chest, tweaking a nipple before moving further down, his gasp spurring her on. She ran her hand over his hard stomach and let her fingers dip below the waistband of his boxers.

She stroked her fingers through the curly hair surrounding his penis, her eyes transfixed by the site of his boxers tenting as he reacted to her touches.

Liz carefully edged his boxers down far enough to expose him to her eyes and hands. She curled her hand around him, hearing his breathing hitch. She stroked him slowly, her fingers running up and down his length. Feeling it grow and harden in the confines of her hand.

His body suddenly stilled, and she knew he was awake. Still stroking him she leant towards his ear.

"Shhh," she murmured as he struggled against the bonds. "Just lie back and enjoy."

Smiling as he sank back, she increased the movements of her hand, delighting when he jerked towards her. She slowly lowered her head until her mouth was hovering just over him, letting her hot breath tease his sensitive sin.

Michael growled, trying to arch closer to her, but she pulled away.

"No, I don't think I will," she whispered as she removed her hand from him.

He whimpered, "Please."

"Nuh-uh," she said. "Payback is a wonderful thing."

The bed dipped as Liz climbed onto it and straddled Michael's body. Her wet heat was pressed against his chest and he moaned at the exquisite torture.

"Do you want to taste me?"

"Yes," Michael groaned.

"Yes what?" she demanded, as she ground her body against him.

"Yes please."

"Good boy."

Liz crawled up his body until she knelt over his face. She lowered down onto him and gasped when his tongue darted out to taste her.

His tongue thrust deep inside of her, drinking her juices. He withdrew from her and flicked at her clit, determined to make her cum, to regain some of his lost control over her. He took her clit between his teeth and bit down, his mouth filling with her essence as she came, her scream echoing around the room.

Liz slowly moved hack down his body and away from the mouth that had just given her one of the most earth-shattering orgasms she'd even experienced.

"Do you want me to make you cum now?" she panted. "Do you want to be inside of me?"

Michael groaned, "Please, please."

She moved until she was poised over his erection, only inches separating them from what they'd both wanted for the past week.

"Please, Liz."

It was the sound of her name echoing from between his lips that spurred her into action. She slid down, taking him into her, encasing him in her slick heat.

"So perfect, so tight." He mumbled. "Liz, I want to see you. Please let me see you."

Liz relented, and removed the blindfold from around his head. He blinked, his eyes adjusting to the light spilling through his windows and bathing her naked body in its warm glow.

"You're so beautiful, Liz. So beautiful."

She raised her body slowly, until only the tip of him remained inside of her, and then sank back down, hard and fast. They both cried out at the contact and Liz increased the pace of her thrusts, riding him hard. Setting a rhythm that they both liked.

He could feel her muscles begin to clench around him and he let himself go, emptying into her as she came, crying each other's name.

Liz collapsed against his chest, her body sated and relaxed.

"Could you undo my hands please, sweetheart?" Michael asked once his breathing was back under control.

"Sorry. Of course." Liz scrambled up and quickly undid his hands and feet, and helping him to remove the boxers bunched around his thighs.

He grasped her around the waist and pulled her back down, snuggling her beside him.

"How did you know it was me?" Michael asked.

"That was easy. You left your ring behind. You must have dropped it in your passion," she giggled.

"Hey," he mock scowled at her, "I didn't hear you complaining."

"I wasn't. Not at all." She grinned at him. "I did wonder though why you didn't want me touching you and why you always hightailed it out of my room as soon as possible if I made you cum."

"I-I feared that if you touched me I would lose control and fuck you, and I told myself that I would never do that. I love you so much, and pleasuring you was one thing, but having sex with you when you didn't know who it was, was a totally different matter. And I didn't even know if you wanted it to be me, or if you were imagining it was someone else." He dropped his head, avoiding meeting her eyes after his admission.

"Michael, look at me," she commanded softly. "I love you too. I wanted it to be you so badly. I was always imagining it was your hands and your tongue driving me crazy. But when I found out it was you, I had to get my revenge."

He smiled in relief. "Well, if that's your idea of revenge, I'm more than happy for you to take revenge on me whenever you want."

"Really? Even now?" She questioned as her hand slid lower and he hardened immediately.

"Oh, yeah. Now is good. Now is very good."

The End.