Author's Note: So I've never written anything like this before (AKA SMUT) so bear with me….
It had been a few days since my last meeting with Michael, but unlike the last time he disappeared, I knew this time he was on business, Federal business this time, and unlike the jewelry job, he said this one was too dangerous for me to go along. So for the past few days I had fallen back into my old routine, work, sleep, and repeat and now after another long night of slinging drinks at the Vanilla Unicorn to horny, trashy men, I was finally home again to my shitty apartment.
I opened the door and threw my purse on the usual spot on the counter and quickly searched the place for psychotic Federal Agents who were trying to kill me and thankfully found none, so I headed to my bedroom to change into my pajamas and then to crash on the couch watching an old Vinewood movie until I passed out. I flipped through the channels and found Nelson in Naples on and I began to watch that until sleep finally took over and I was out like a light for what seemed like an eternity until I was woken by a knock at the door.
"Fucking shit." I cursed under my breath as I headed to the door to answer it, forgetting that I was in my skimpy pajamas and jerking the door open to find Michael standing on the other side of the door in his boxers. I stood there dumbfounded at the sight.
"It's a long fucking story Blondie, can I come in before I freeze my dick off out here?" He said as I began to giggle at what was happening right in front of me. I stepped aside and motioned for him to come in still giggling much to his annoyance as I watched him grab the bottle of whiskey sitting on my table.
"So, want to explain what you are doing in my sketchy ass neighborhood at this hour in nothing but your underwear?" I asked as we both sat down on my couch.
"Well, where should I fucking begin? The job went pretty well, except now I am mixed up being some FIB jerks bitch and that's a work in progress, my bitch of a wife doesn't like that my friend Trevor is back in the picture and apparently I'm just a fat psychopath, and now she's left me. I attacked a fucking yoga instructor. And this morning, or I guess it was yesterday, fuck I don't know how long I've been out, my son Jimmy slipped me something and I've been tripping balls ever since and woke up about a block from your place in my fucking underwear and Jimmy stole my car." He said taking a shot of whiskey and then resting his head in his hands and running his hands through his hair. I wrapped my arms around his waist and rested my head on his shoulder.
"Michael I'm so sorry, about everything baby." I said, trying not to let myself get excited about the fact that Amanda had finally left hopefully for good.
"Well, it is what it fucking is. Maybe Amanda will be gone for fucking good this time, I'm so tired of her shit you know? If I'm lucky she won't fucking come back." He said sitting back and putting an arm around me.
"Did the kids go with her?" I asked.
"Yeah they both bailed and ran off with her since apparently I have lost my fucking mind. Now I'm stuck in that big fucking house all alone." He said with an emphasis on the last part, he was all alone in that house.
"So what are you going to do in that big house all by yourself?" I asked flirtatiously, as I began to kiss up his neck, hoping to cheer up his depressed mood.
"Well, I was hoping my favorite blonde might come stay with me, for a little while, at least." He said with a smirk. I crawled on top of his lap and straddled his hips. "But maybe I need to take care of some business here first baby." He said as his lips crashed into mine as we messily began to make out in a hot crazy mess of fast paced steamy passion. Before I knew it Michael was pulling my pajama top over my head.
"God you are so fucking sexy blondie." He said as he began to play with my breast as I felt his growing member underneath me as I began to grind my hips against it as he let out a moan, I pressed my lips against his again and bit his lower lip leading him to moan into my mouth. I reached between my legs and grabbed his growing erection.
"Stop fucking teasing me Lauren and let me show you what I can do to you." He said as I lifted my hips up for him to take off his boxers which he slid down and they hit the floor as he quickly helped me drop my pajama bottoms to the floor as well.
"God you look so fucking perfect baby, I don't fucking deserve you and I definitely don't deserve this." He said as I lowered myself down onto his erection and quickly felt the heat run through my body as I adjusted to his length. I began to cry out in pleasure, knowing I probably woke up the neighbors with my screams.
"Oh god Michael, fuck this is so amazing," I cried out between his deep thrusts.
"You're so fucking tight baby, I haven't had something this nice in a long time, no forever baby." He said through clenched teeth as I felt the pressure build up inside me and I knew that I was coming close to climax, which lead me to tighten up around his length leading him to cry out.
"Michael I'm going to c-" I began to say as Michael thrust deeper which sent me over the edge of pleasure, which lead Michael to quickly pull out of me as I felt his warm sticky substance pour over me as I heard him moan in pleasure and then lay back against the couch panting for air.
"You sure know how to make a man feel alive again, shit Blondie that was amazing." He said between him trying to catch his breath, I rolled off of him and curled up beside him on the couch as he put his arm around me.
"So what do you say blondie, will you move in with me, at least for a little while, just to try it out, if you get there and can't stand me, because I'm an alcoholic prick, you can leave at any time." He said, and for the first time since I met him, he sounded nervous.
"Michael, I'd love to. Just let me throw some things together, and I should probably get a shower." I said with a giggle as I looked down at myself still covered in fluids, standing up to head towards the shower.
"Good, but don't take too long baby or I'm going to have to come in there and find you!" He said with a flirtatious grin leaning back on the couch watching you walk away.
"Round two?" I asked, getting a chuckle from Michael.
"Give me a little baby, you keep forgetting I'm an old man!" He said as I strutted back over to him and leaned over him and locked lips with him in a kiss, "On second thought, maybe I could use a shower too." He said as he followed me to the shower.