Michael In The Bathroom Lyrics Novels & Stories

WILLIAM My heart pounded hard in my chest as I looked around, wondering where I was. But then I heard whistling coming from the bathroom and my tensed shoulders slowly relaxed. I got out of bed, wincing from still feeling Mike's dick in me as I made my way to the bathroom. Just as I opened the door, my lips curled when I saw Michael naked as he took a bath. Instead of leaving, I walked in and wrapped my arms around him, making him stiffen for a moment. Then he turned to me, his face lighting up when he saw me.

A scream. I don't know, but it is born somewhere deep in my throat to emerge as a kind of guttural wail as I try to hang onto enough sanity and control to keep myself supported over the bed. Something moves and, straining my neck a little to see: It's Michael, smiling as he seats himself on the edge of the bed. "I swear, Babe, if I was surrounded by canon going off, I'd hear you singing out like that." He grins. "Sheer catnip."

“Not enough space for us to have sex under the shower.” Dax cleared his throat behind him, and Micheal glared at him. But I was too stunned to feel embarrassed at that point. My eyes widened. “Oh my God…” “Not that you’ll need it much,” he added with a smirk . “Most nights, you’ll be naked under my sheets at my Penthouse anyway.” By now, tears started rolling down my cheeks. “Michael, I…” “No crying, my love. You don't want to stain your beautiful face with tears, do you?”

But he ignored it completely, pressing his hand down on my shoulder instead, forcing me back down to the ground. I stiffened, sitting there in the water like a statue, unsure of what to do. Michael bent down, his trench coat brushing against my bare skin, sending a shiver through me. The cool air from outside clung to him, a stark contrast to the steamy warmth of the shower. Before I could react, his hand was on me, spreading my knees apart and touching the place where I was still wet, still throbbing with need. “Uhh...” The sound slipped out before I could stop it, a soft, needy moan that echoed in the small bathroom. I couldn’t believe it—I was making those sounds, those embarrassing, sl*t

Surprised, she looked elsewhere. “W-w-what are you doing?” Michael, unfazed, answered, “Getting ready for work.” Aurora snapped back, “But can’t you do it elsewhere?” Michael smirked. “Right now, we are still in the bathroom. But honestly, I don’t mind you looking.” Flustered, she rushed out of the bathroom with burning cheeks. Her retreating form made Michael burst into laughter.

I slip it into my purse and smile kindly at him. "Let's dance," Michael says softly. He holds my waist and sways me to the tune of the music. Michael smiles up at me politely, he doesn't let his eyes stray away from me. He looks at me like I am his next meal, and he eye fucks me. Feeling the alcohol strike in, I gently push away from him. "I need to use the bathroom," I tell him. "Should I come with you?" he asks chuckling. "No, I don't think men can come into the ladies bathroom," I say teasingly.

Walking the rest of the way to his room. "Shall I draw us a bath little fighter?" Michael asks as we enter the room. I think for a moment. "A bath sounds amazing." I say smiling Michael takes us into the bathroom where he sets me on the counter top and proceeds to the huge jacuzzi tub. Turning it on, adding scents and bubbles. "Would you like me to help you undress?" Michael asks turning to look at me. "No I can do it." I say jumping down from the counter. Michael watches me with hunger in his eyes as he strips down too. My mate has a very muscular firm body with an eight pack leading into his delicious v formation. Trailing my eyes further down I gasp. Looking back to my mates eyes. "When w

“Why are you hiding up here? I’ve been waiting for you downstairs. I want to dance with you some more. Everyone’s asking where you went.” Michael sounded nervous as hell. “Sorry babe. I was just using the bathroom. I took a really bad piss and it’s messy in there. Don’t go in right now.” Arabella laughed softly. “Come on, it’s not that bad. I really need to pee. I’ll just flush and go quick. Move aside.” “No, seriously Bella,” Michael said, his voice louder and more desperate. “It’s gross. I’ll clean it later. Let’s just go back downstairs. I’ll get you another drink. Whatever you want.”

SARAH Mom was baking cookies downstairs. The smell of vanilla and chocolate filled the whole house while she hummed along to music in the kitchen. Michael had me in their master bathroom with the door only halfway closed. I was bent over the sink, hands gripping the counter, completely naked. He stood behind me, pants around his ankles, fucking me with slow, deep strokes while we both watched in the big mirror. “Look at yourself,” he whispered, one hand around my throat, the other squeezing my tit. “Look how pretty you are taking Daddy’s cock in the same bathroom your mom uses every morning.”

Alphas are naturally very possessive of what’s theirs. Making my way to the bathroom, I turned on the shower and let the hot water wash over me. After showering, I went back to the room and quickly got ready to go downstairs. When I reached the garage, Michael the mechanic was lying on his back, beneath a black SUV. His sleeves were rolled, hands stained with grease. “Where have you been?” He asked. My thoughts immediately went to the sweet dream I had. Of course, I couldn’t tell him about it. “Forget it. Pass me the micro-welder and do it quick. Stop slacking around.”