Let's Talk Dirty

I rolled my eyes at my mother. I know everything that there is to know about this house because I am the one who bought it, yet she still insists on making it seem like she's in charge.
I sighed and looked over at the house beside mine, scanning over the area. I stood up straight when I saw a boy leaning up against the railing, smoking a cigarette.
I looked closer, and when we made eye contact, I realized who it was.
Michael Clifford. The player of the high school that I just moved into about two weeks ago. He's a jock, and he's an asshole. And he always gets what he wants.
I was knocked out of my trance when he smiled at me, followed by a small wink.
I wanted to walk over there and say hi, you know since he's my new neighbor. But my mom grabbed my arm and I looked at her.
"You got all that sugar bear?" She asked and I forced a smile.
"Um, yeah sure." I looked over at my already full house and she sighed.
"Okay. Call me before you go to bed." I kissed her forehead and she got in her car and left.
I grabbed my remaining suitcases and rolled them up the walk way to my house.
When I pulled them into the house, I threw them into my room with the others and collapsed onto the couch in the living room.
I was just about to fall asleep when there was a knock on my door.
I stood up, fixed my shirt and my hair, and opened the door.
Then I saw a grin and a pair of green eyes that I had met earlier.
"May I help you?" I asked.
"Yes. I couldn't help but notice that you were gaping at me a couple of minutes ago." He pointed towards my car, and then towards his porch.
"Well I'm sorry if I offended you or made you feel uncomfortable in any way. It's not like you don't get enough stares everyday anyways."
He chuckled and said, "Now that insulted me Y/N."
"First of all, how the hell do you know my name? Second, you're the biggest manwhore in the school. So don't go around saying that you're insulted."
He took a step towards me, "I'm only a manwhore when I choose to be."
Then he walked into my house and I stumbled backwards.
"You're intruding." I snapped.
He chuckled again, "And this matters to me why? Besides, you insulted me and you really hurt my feelings-"
"Oh are you crying? Michael why are you crying?" I shrugged my shoulders and he growled.
"And for that you deserve to be punished."
"What are you going to do? Make me fall to my knees with your good looks?" I said sarcastically.
"Yeah. Something like that."
My smile disappeared and he grabbed my thighs, walking me forward and smashing my body to the wall.
"Is all this really necessary?" I asked and he threw his head back in a laugh.
"Necessary? That word doesn't even begin to cover it."
Then his hands landed on my breasts and my breath hitched in my throat.
"Now we're going to do this nice, and easy." He rasped in my ear, and I put my hands on the wall.
He squeezed my breasts and I bit my tongue, balling my hands into fists.
"Oh come on Y/N. You know I'm giving you pleasure. The least you could do is respect that," He stepped closer to me and I looked away from him. "Now touch me, give me pleasure."
"Oh no Michael." I put my hand on my shoulder. "I don't give pleasure to the less fortunate."
He chuckled and put his hand on my other shoulder, shoving my back onto the wall.
"Now, now sunshine." His tongue licked the sweet spot just below my ear and I squeezed his shirt in between my fingers. "At least give me some kind of hint that you're enjoying me..."
I shook my head and he unbuttoned my pants, his fingers inching down the zipper.
He kissed my jaw and slid his fingers up my torso, taking my shirt with it and taking it off.
"I don't want this." I spat out and he chuckled again.
He looked at me, "Don't you dare lie to me babe."
"I'm serious Michael. I don't want this." He bit his lip seductively and I shook my head again.
Then he put his hand on the back of my neck and locked his lips with mine. I wanted to push him away, but the way he touched me, just felt so good. I put my hands on his shoulders and he opened his mouth, encouraging me to do the same. When I opened my mouth, he pushed his tongue inside and flicked it against mine. Wicked, desperate flicks of his tongue, made me want more. I pulled him closer to me and I felt him smile into the kiss.
"So now you want me?" He pulled away, breathing hard.
"No." I muttered and he slipped my pants off, and I closed my eyes.
"I know you do..." He muttered, his finger trailing the outline of my underwear.
"No matter what you do, I won't give in." I gasped when his finger slipped in my underwear.
"Are you sure...?" He asked slowly, rubbing his finger over my clit, making me bite my lip.
He rubbed his finger around my entrance and I let a moan escape my lips, and he looked at me with delight.
"So that's how much it takes? Wow, wow." He shoved his finger in and I gasped again.
I gripped his shirt in my hand and he pulled himself closer to me as he dug his finger farther into me, adding another.
"Fuck." I grated and he pushed harder, making me moan louder.
"Say my name and I'll stop." He looked at and I panted slowly.
He added another finger and I screamed out, making him laugh with ecstasy.
"Say it." He started to go slow, but he still pumped them hard.
"Dammit Michael!" I gasped and he immediately pulled his fingers from me.
Then I looked at him, and he smirked before licking his fingers.
I shook my head and leaned my head against the wall.
He was just about to do something else to me, but there was a knock on my door and I gasped before grabbing my clothes from the floor.
Michael walked to the door and peeked his head out.
After I had my clothes on, he walked up to me.
"Who was that?" I asked.
"Oh just one of my friends. They want me over at my place, so we'll have to finish some other time." He walked to the door and I followed behind him.
I went to close the door when he walked out but he stopped it and I looked at him.
"If you want to do something else later, just remember," He put his lips to my ear, "I'm right next door."

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