You Got Me On My Knees, chapter 2
As soon as I heard the sound of Mike's keys unlocking the door I jumped off my bed with a jolt and went to greet him, feeling my entire body shivering. "Hey you." He said smiling. I smiled back but wouldn't dare move, not exactly knowing what there was to follow. "Okay El. What we need to do is sit down and talk about this." Talk. As if it could be that easy. I wanted to kiss him again, I wanted to feel the weight of his body on top of mine, I wanted to shout his name with pleasure. I needed so much more than talk. But I couldn't ask him that so I agreed. We were going to talk about it. We sat next to each other on the couch and I waited for him to speak. I guess he waited for me to do the same because an awkward silence soon filled the room and we kept staring at our feet. "Listen El... " Mike decided to break the ice. "What happened earlier was just... wow." He breathed. "I never thought you and I would do that but we did and I loved it and... oh fuck it." Those were the last words said before our lips met again for another passionate kiss. Except it wasn't just a kiss for me; it was a source of life. The way his mouth moved with mine and his tongue danced around my teeth, his hands burned my face, and the way I touched his skin underneath his shirt was like... the reason I was living for. I admired Mike's body; he was always so fit and strong and I would give anything to be allowed to touch him and feel him for as long as I wanted. I finally was able to. I sat on his lap and looked down on him, my fingers rubbing his smooth neck. I bit his ear and he moaned, letting me go further. "I want to touch you." I whispered, desperately wanting a stronger connection. He smiled and kissed me again, capturing my bottom lip and licking it for some ecstatic time. "Touch me." He whispered back.
I had had sex before in my life, hadn't I? Yeah, I had done it about seven times with Luke before he started behaving like an asshole and of course one night stands were never out of my agenda. But it didn't matter now; Mike was my first real sexual experience. I was looking at the ceiling of his bedroom, wrapping his sheets around my body to stay warm and I closed my eyes, trying to relive the events of the day. Mike knew how to handle a woman. He held me gently when I needed to be in charge of the situation and took the lead when I wanted to sit back and let him please me, something he was very successful in. Just when I was allowed to touch him I took off his shirt again, slowly, examining every inch of the bare skin it was revealing. One button, two buttons, three buttons... I threw it away and met his lips for just a second before returning to my discovered treasure. My fingers traveled smoothly around his chest and I planted two soft kisses there before moving further down to his stomach, stunned by how beautiful his body was. Strong and looked after. Amazing. Perfect.
I realized I was biting a pillow as I remembered how it was to be with Mike. How could I ever get enough of him? I know it sounds worn out but he really was like a drug. I decided to get up and go to the bathroom where he had said he'd be, taking a shower. I opened the door and I found him looking at himself in the mirror, thick drops of water running down his face, his hair all wet and messy and his masculine scent filling the entire space. I had to be held by something not to faint. "Well hello." He told me and wrapped his arms around me, bending to give me a wet kiss. Our bodies were being separated by just a towel on him and a thin sheet, covering me.
"Too bad you didn't join me in there." He whispered and kissed my neck.
"You mean the bath tub?" I asked. "Too bad indeed. I like it when you're wet." I licked and sucked the soft skin of his chest, making him let out a moan of half protest and half pleasure. I pulled away and smiled at him. "God you are so fucking beautiful!" I breathed, still not being able to entirely believe what was happening. He lifted me up, bride style and took me back to his bed where he topped me and released both of us from anything we were wearing. And like I said that wasn't much.
"Sing to me." I whispered.
"What?" he laughed, taken aback by my request.
"Sing me our song. Please. I love it when you sing it to me."
He looked down on me and nodded, smiling sweetly. "Come on... " he started singing and I immediately let out a giggle, excited as always with that song. "... Baby don't you wanna go... " Mike pretended to be playing the trumpet and that amused me even more. "Back to the same old place... "
"Sweet home Chicago!" I joined in and then I threw myself at him once more, putting my arms around his shoulders and kissing him.
"El?"
"Yes Mike?"
"You were amazing last night." I blushed and reached for the sheet to cover my face, mumbling a 'thank you' to him. "Not just physically. The connection between us was unbelievable." I thanked God he felt the same. "You weren't too bad yourself." I joked, running my fingers through his hair.
"So what do you want to do now?" he asked, kissing my stomach where my 'Guns'n'Roses' tattoo was. "Why do we have to do something? Why not just stay here and... I don't know I guess we'll find something to keep ourselves busy." I rolled my eyes and then laughed, as he tickled me. "I think we finally need to talk a little bit." He said between kisses. He climbed further on top of me so we were face to face and captured my lips with his, running his hands over my thighs as he was deepening his kiss. "You expect me to be in a talking mood after that?" I exhaled and leaned in again, wanting to continue our previous activity. "El we've fucked like we had to do it for years!" he gasped. "It would be nice if we get some clothes on, have something to eat because I am so hungry I might have you for breakfast and talk like the clever human beings we are. And after that of course I have no problem in returning to our basic needs." I really loved that man. He made me smile, he made me laugh, he made me wanting to live happily. "Okay Mikey what do you want for breakfast?" I asked.
"Pan cakes and coffee."
"Okay I'm on it."
"You're an angel." He gave me a peck on the lips and got off me, putting his boxers and some sweatpants on, murmuring the lyrics of one of Billie's songs. I got dressed as well (if one can consider Mike's 'I Can't Hear the Monitor' outstretched T-shirt and my underwear, clothing.) and headed to the kitchen to make his wish come true. He followed after two minutes and started kissing me on my neck, taking my hair and placing it on my left shoulder to give him more space. "You were the one who didn't want the basic needs may I remind you." I giggled, still trying to make the damned pancakes. "So now shut up and sit down. You're in my way."
Mike shrugged and let go. I guess at this point he wanted breakfast more than me. I sat on his lap and started feeding him, giving him a kiss after every bite. "I love Sunday mornings!" he exhaled happily.
"Oh shit!" I shouted as realization hit me. "My mom is visiting today." I hit my head with my hand and sighed. "She's gonna criticize my tattoos and she won't understand what a writer's block is and then she's gonna be rambling about marriage and stuff!"
"You do have a lot of tattoos."
"Says Mr. Canvas! I only have four- beautiful mind you- and they're all on parts of me where only very few special people can see them." I winked at him and gave him another kiss. "Okay so I'll leave and come back later." He offered.
"Come on, no! My mom hasn't seen you for ages. It will be nice of you to stay this time. Pretty please?"
"So how do I look?"
He was wearing black pants and a sleeveless red blouse, so that his muscles were still showing. His hair was brown, I always liked it better than blonde and he had that black bracelet I had given him for his birthday on. "Fucking gorgeous." I replied. "How about me?" I turned around, making my dress float. My mom visiting wasn't that big a deal but the reason I had dressed up was Mike and how I wanted to look at my best around him. "You are breath-taking." He told me, stroking my face. I smiled and kissed him once more, hardly managing to control myself and stay in my outfit. "Mikey you don't have to be nervous you've met my mom before."
"Yeah but it's the first time after her daughter and I were going at it for the whole night... " he said, pressing me against him. "... And we still want more... " he leaned in and I opened my mouth allowing him entrance. I wondered if this passion would ever stop. We were interrupted by the doorbell some minutes later. I went to answer, mourning the loss of the heat of Mike's lips against mine.
"Hey mom." I smiled at my mother and gave her a hug. "Hello Layla dear." She kissed my forehead and stayed silent for a moment, staring at me head to toes. "Have you gotten prettier?" she wondered. "No... I just... slept well I guess."
Mike was standing awkwardly at the living room, arms crossed and looking down. He was so adorable. "Hello Mrs. Joan. How are you?" he shook my mom's hand and gave her a wide smile. "Michael! How lovely to see you! We haven't talked for quite a while. Is my daughter having a good time at your house?" she asked, joking about how worried she was; she could be a very pleasant person. "Oh I'm doing my best to keep her satisfied." He responded and winked at me. "Mom for the last time it is not Mike's house. It is our house. The place we were staying before was his house because he had it before I decided to move in but this one belongs to both of us."
"I'm sorry sweetie I thought he was paying for it."
"Well he is but that's because he's a rich rocker and I'm a struggling author and he won't let me pay a fucking penny."
"Language baby!" my mom corrected me. "By the way how is that novel of yours going? Still having a writer's block?"
"I'm trying mom don't worry." I reassured her. "It's going well. My publisher will be pleased."
"Good. Then so will I. Can you please get me some tea Mike honey?" she gave Mike her bright smile that practically no one could resist so Mike rushed to the kitchen, pinching my arm on his way.
"I thought he was your friend... " my mom said as soon as he was out of our sight.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean that I was under the impression that Michael and you were just friends and roommates." I stayed wide eyed, feeling my heart beating faster. How could she know EVERYTHING?
"That's what we are. Friends." I claimed, not wanting to admit anything to her.
"Layla I know this may sound awkward since I am after all your mother but... when two people are sleeping together, it's pretty damned obvious. And there is much more than friendship in those looks you keep giving each other." What was I supposed to say to that? Mike and I hadn't talked about whether or not we should tell people about us; I wasn't even sure if there was an "us"! My mother had the worst tendency of complicating things! "Can we just drop this please?" I pleaded. "Nothing is been said yet so I don't know what to answer you." Maybe if I had agreed with Mike this morning and we had actually discussed about our situation I would be able to handle my mom's questions now. Thank God Mike appeared with her tea and coffee for both me and him before the conversation could be continued.
"So Michael how is the band?" Joan asked, holding her cup close to her lips.
"No complaints Mrs. Joan. We're just cooling off now and we make plans." Of course they were. Green Day had hit it so big with 'Dookie' they had all the free time they wanted to make plans about their next work. Unlike me; the minute my first book was published I had to start writing the other one. And that of course was not good.
"Layla sweetie where have you been?" My mom brought me back to reality, by waving at me.
"Sorry I was just thinking about stuff. You were saying?"
"Well I was saying that since Mike is not really busy this time and you can work anywhere you should come and visit us. The both of you. Your father would be thrilled." I gave her a shocked look and she mouthed 'what?' back at me.
"That would be nice Mrs. Joan. We'll definitely think about it." Mike smiled at her and refilled her cup. What had just happened?
"So that went nice." Mike grabbed me by the waist and before I could say anything he kissed me. How could I be mad at him when he did that?
"Yeah that went nice. But I didn't kiss you for two hours... " my hands went underneath his red blouse and started taking it off "And I have to make up for that". Mike moaned as I was kissing him and he guided me to the nearest place we could both lay down. "The couch it is then." He giggled and made me fall, taking him down with me.
"What was all this shit about going at my parents?" I asked, knowing that if we didn't talk now we wouldn't talk at all.
"I'd like to go there and see them, my old neighborhood, our school... it will be fun!"
"But we'd have to tell them about... you know... " I made silly gestures between the two of us, lacking of proper words.
"You mean about us?"
"Yeah... that is if you want to be part of an 'us'."
"I want to be part of an 'us'." He shook his head approvingly and at this moment I felt so happy, I could do anything he asked me to. Anything. "Great. So there will be the subject of 'us' from now on." I gave him a soft kiss on his nose. If someone had told me 24 hours ago that I would be having the man of my dreams on top of me, resting his hands on my chest, wanting to be my boyfriend I would tell him to fuck off and stop playing tricks with my feelings. But, hell, it was true. And I was now getting fed up with talking
I had had sex before in my life, hadn't I? Yeah, I had done it about seven times with Luke before he started behaving like an asshole and of course one night stands were never out of my agenda. But it didn't matter now; Mike was my first real sexual experience. I was looking at the ceiling of his bedroom, wrapping his sheets around my body to stay warm and I closed my eyes, trying to relive the events of the day. Mike knew how to handle a woman. He held me gently when I needed to be in charge of the situation and took the lead when I wanted to sit back and let him please me, something he was very successful in. Just when I was allowed to touch him I took off his shirt again, slowly, examining every inch of the bare skin it was revealing. One button, two buttons, three buttons... I threw it away and met his lips for just a second before returning to my discovered treasure. My fingers traveled smoothly around his chest and I planted two soft kisses there before moving further down to his stomach, stunned by how beautiful his body was. Strong and looked after. Amazing. Perfect.
I realized I was biting a pillow as I remembered how it was to be with Mike. How could I ever get enough of him? I know it sounds worn out but he really was like a drug. I decided to get up and go to the bathroom where he had said he'd be, taking a shower. I opened the door and I found him looking at himself in the mirror, thick drops of water running down his face, his hair all wet and messy and his masculine scent filling the entire space. I had to be held by something not to faint. "Well hello." He told me and wrapped his arms around me, bending to give me a wet kiss. Our bodies were being separated by just a towel on him and a thin sheet, covering me.
"Too bad you didn't join me in there." He whispered and kissed my neck.
"You mean the bath tub?" I asked. "Too bad indeed. I like it when you're wet." I licked and sucked the soft skin of his chest, making him let out a moan of half protest and half pleasure. I pulled away and smiled at him. "God you are so fucking beautiful!" I breathed, still not being able to entirely believe what was happening. He lifted me up, bride style and took me back to his bed where he topped me and released both of us from anything we were wearing. And like I said that wasn't much.
"Sing to me." I whispered.
"What?" he laughed, taken aback by my request.
"Sing me our song. Please. I love it when you sing it to me."
He looked down on me and nodded, smiling sweetly. "Come on... " he started singing and I immediately let out a giggle, excited as always with that song. "... Baby don't you wanna go... " Mike pretended to be playing the trumpet and that amused me even more. "Back to the same old place... "
"Sweet home Chicago!" I joined in and then I threw myself at him once more, putting my arms around his shoulders and kissing him.
"El?"
"Yes Mike?"
"You were amazing last night." I blushed and reached for the sheet to cover my face, mumbling a 'thank you' to him. "Not just physically. The connection between us was unbelievable." I thanked God he felt the same. "You weren't too bad yourself." I joked, running my fingers through his hair.
"So what do you want to do now?" he asked, kissing my stomach where my 'Guns'n'Roses' tattoo was. "Why do we have to do something? Why not just stay here and... I don't know I guess we'll find something to keep ourselves busy." I rolled my eyes and then laughed, as he tickled me. "I think we finally need to talk a little bit." He said between kisses. He climbed further on top of me so we were face to face and captured my lips with his, running his hands over my thighs as he was deepening his kiss. "You expect me to be in a talking mood after that?" I exhaled and leaned in again, wanting to continue our previous activity. "El we've fucked like we had to do it for years!" he gasped. "It would be nice if we get some clothes on, have something to eat because I am so hungry I might have you for breakfast and talk like the clever human beings we are. And after that of course I have no problem in returning to our basic needs." I really loved that man. He made me smile, he made me laugh, he made me wanting to live happily. "Okay Mikey what do you want for breakfast?" I asked.
"Pan cakes and coffee."
"Okay I'm on it."
"You're an angel." He gave me a peck on the lips and got off me, putting his boxers and some sweatpants on, murmuring the lyrics of one of Billie's songs. I got dressed as well (if one can consider Mike's 'I Can't Hear the Monitor' outstretched T-shirt and my underwear, clothing.) and headed to the kitchen to make his wish come true. He followed after two minutes and started kissing me on my neck, taking my hair and placing it on my left shoulder to give him more space. "You were the one who didn't want the basic needs may I remind you." I giggled, still trying to make the damned pancakes. "So now shut up and sit down. You're in my way."
Mike shrugged and let go. I guess at this point he wanted breakfast more than me. I sat on his lap and started feeding him, giving him a kiss after every bite. "I love Sunday mornings!" he exhaled happily.
"Oh shit!" I shouted as realization hit me. "My mom is visiting today." I hit my head with my hand and sighed. "She's gonna criticize my tattoos and she won't understand what a writer's block is and then she's gonna be rambling about marriage and stuff!"
"You do have a lot of tattoos."
"Says Mr. Canvas! I only have four- beautiful mind you- and they're all on parts of me where only very few special people can see them." I winked at him and gave him another kiss. "Okay so I'll leave and come back later." He offered.
"Come on, no! My mom hasn't seen you for ages. It will be nice of you to stay this time. Pretty please?"
"So how do I look?"
He was wearing black pants and a sleeveless red blouse, so that his muscles were still showing. His hair was brown, I always liked it better than blonde and he had that black bracelet I had given him for his birthday on. "Fucking gorgeous." I replied. "How about me?" I turned around, making my dress float. My mom visiting wasn't that big a deal but the reason I had dressed up was Mike and how I wanted to look at my best around him. "You are breath-taking." He told me, stroking my face. I smiled and kissed him once more, hardly managing to control myself and stay in my outfit. "Mikey you don't have to be nervous you've met my mom before."
"Yeah but it's the first time after her daughter and I were going at it for the whole night... " he said, pressing me against him. "... And we still want more... " he leaned in and I opened my mouth allowing him entrance. I wondered if this passion would ever stop. We were interrupted by the doorbell some minutes later. I went to answer, mourning the loss of the heat of Mike's lips against mine.
"Hey mom." I smiled at my mother and gave her a hug. "Hello Layla dear." She kissed my forehead and stayed silent for a moment, staring at me head to toes. "Have you gotten prettier?" she wondered. "No... I just... slept well I guess."
Mike was standing awkwardly at the living room, arms crossed and looking down. He was so adorable. "Hello Mrs. Joan. How are you?" he shook my mom's hand and gave her a wide smile. "Michael! How lovely to see you! We haven't talked for quite a while. Is my daughter having a good time at your house?" she asked, joking about how worried she was; she could be a very pleasant person. "Oh I'm doing my best to keep her satisfied." He responded and winked at me. "Mom for the last time it is not Mike's house. It is our house. The place we were staying before was his house because he had it before I decided to move in but this one belongs to both of us."
"I'm sorry sweetie I thought he was paying for it."
"Well he is but that's because he's a rich rocker and I'm a struggling author and he won't let me pay a fucking penny."
"Language baby!" my mom corrected me. "By the way how is that novel of yours going? Still having a writer's block?"
"I'm trying mom don't worry." I reassured her. "It's going well. My publisher will be pleased."
"Good. Then so will I. Can you please get me some tea Mike honey?" she gave Mike her bright smile that practically no one could resist so Mike rushed to the kitchen, pinching my arm on his way.
"I thought he was your friend... " my mom said as soon as he was out of our sight.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean that I was under the impression that Michael and you were just friends and roommates." I stayed wide eyed, feeling my heart beating faster. How could she know EVERYTHING?
"That's what we are. Friends." I claimed, not wanting to admit anything to her.
"Layla I know this may sound awkward since I am after all your mother but... when two people are sleeping together, it's pretty damned obvious. And there is much more than friendship in those looks you keep giving each other." What was I supposed to say to that? Mike and I hadn't talked about whether or not we should tell people about us; I wasn't even sure if there was an "us"! My mother had the worst tendency of complicating things! "Can we just drop this please?" I pleaded. "Nothing is been said yet so I don't know what to answer you." Maybe if I had agreed with Mike this morning and we had actually discussed about our situation I would be able to handle my mom's questions now. Thank God Mike appeared with her tea and coffee for both me and him before the conversation could be continued.
"So Michael how is the band?" Joan asked, holding her cup close to her lips.
"No complaints Mrs. Joan. We're just cooling off now and we make plans." Of course they were. Green Day had hit it so big with 'Dookie' they had all the free time they wanted to make plans about their next work. Unlike me; the minute my first book was published I had to start writing the other one. And that of course was not good.
"Layla sweetie where have you been?" My mom brought me back to reality, by waving at me.
"Sorry I was just thinking about stuff. You were saying?"
"Well I was saying that since Mike is not really busy this time and you can work anywhere you should come and visit us. The both of you. Your father would be thrilled." I gave her a shocked look and she mouthed 'what?' back at me.
"That would be nice Mrs. Joan. We'll definitely think about it." Mike smiled at her and refilled her cup. What had just happened?
"So that went nice." Mike grabbed me by the waist and before I could say anything he kissed me. How could I be mad at him when he did that?
"Yeah that went nice. But I didn't kiss you for two hours... " my hands went underneath his red blouse and started taking it off "And I have to make up for that". Mike moaned as I was kissing him and he guided me to the nearest place we could both lay down. "The couch it is then." He giggled and made me fall, taking him down with me.
"What was all this shit about going at my parents?" I asked, knowing that if we didn't talk now we wouldn't talk at all.
"I'd like to go there and see them, my old neighborhood, our school... it will be fun!"
"But we'd have to tell them about... you know... " I made silly gestures between the two of us, lacking of proper words.
"You mean about us?"
"Yeah... that is if you want to be part of an 'us'."
"I want to be part of an 'us'." He shook his head approvingly and at this moment I felt so happy, I could do anything he asked me to. Anything. "Great. So there will be the subject of 'us' from now on." I gave him a soft kiss on his nose. If someone had told me 24 hours ago that I would be having the man of my dreams on top of me, resting his hands on my chest, wanting to be my boyfriend I would tell him to fuck off and stop playing tricks with my feelings. But, hell, it was true. And I was now getting fed up with talking
