Wanting It All: Michael and Sarah

by Steele, C. M.

  “Sarah, you have to forgive me and drop these charges. I want you to come back to me. I will be a better man.” I could still see the bruises from his latest fight with Michael. My man was a beast, doing what he could to protect me.

  “Leave me alone, Jason, before I call the cops.” I was frightened but didn’t want to let him see the fear I truly felt.

  “Come on, Sarah, let’s go.” Stacy pulled my arm and we all walked away. Jason looked like he was going to follow us, but Ryan had jumped out of the truck looking fierce. I couldn’t be more grateful about it. He was about to come after Jason after he whispered into Stacy’s ear, but had been held back by her. Jason jumped back in his car. I had a feeling that would not be the last time I would see him.

  “Who the fuck was that douche and why didn’t you let me knock him out?” Ryan didn’t like the look of that motherfucker. He was hoping it wasn’t one of Stacy’s exes or he would have to go find his ass and fuck him up. I needed to calm the man down. It wasn’t his problem, but mine and Michael’s.

  “He is my ex. We have a restraining order out on him, but it obviously isn’t working. We hadn’t heard from him in two weeks, so I was starting to feel like myself again.”

  I had been shaken up by seeing him again. I hadn’t seen him since the attack, and it was like I was back in my room with him as he went crazy on me. I needed my Michael. They dropped me off, walking me to the condo door because Michael was still at the office. I had tried to call Michael on his cell. When he didn’t answer, I called the office, but my aunt said he was in a meeting.

  “Well, I just wanted to let him know that I am home.” I sounded upset, which hadn’t gone unnoticed by my aunt.

  “What happened, sweetheart? You do not sound like the spirited thing who has my boss wrapped around her little finger.”

  “Aunt, please don’t tell Michael, but I ran into Jason today.” I was afraid he would go after him and kill him. I didn’t want him hurt or in trouble.

  “What! Did he hurt you?” Maddie had said her words in an outburst just as I walked out of the conference room to ask for a copy of a report. When I heard Maddie’s words of fear and concern, I looked at the caller ID. It was Sarah. I forcibly grabbed the phone out of her hands.

  “What the fuck, Sarah? Babe, are you okay? Why didn’t you call my cell?”

  “I am fine, Michael. I… called your cell… but you didn’t answer.” I pulled my phone out of my pocket and sure enough I had my phone on silent instead of vibrate, fuck I had missed her call.

  “What happened, babe?” I was starting to worry, even though I was talking to her. I was sure something bad had happened.

  “I ran into Jason today.” I went quiet for a moment as I let her words sink in. Madeline could see that I was trying to keep my anger and worry at bay.

  “Baby, I will be there soon.”

  “You don’t have to come home, you are busy in a meeting and I am okay, really.” She put on a brave face, but I knew better than that. We hadn’t really talked about what happened because I was afraid of the pain I would see in her eyes as she relived her nightmare. Fuck, just thinking about what almost happened made me want to hold her and never let her out of my sight again.

  “Babe, don’t start that shit. I am on my way. What did I tell you? I would always protect you. You will always come first. I am on my way. I love you.” As soon as she said it back, I hung up the phone.

  “Madeline, tell the staff that we will continue this in next week’s meeting and hand them the specs to review. I have to go.”

  “Take care of her, Michael.” Madeline put a hand on my shoulder in a sign of concern.

  “I always will,” I solemnly said. That was a promise I intended to keep.

  I had Paul drive me back to the house in a flash. I knew I should have told Paul not to just take the girls but to bring them back, but no, Stacy was meeting with her boyfriend and he would drive them home. I hadn’t met the dude yet and neither had David. According to Sarah, so far everything was going well with them. Sarah said she had approved of the guy. That was no consolation, considering she also picked Jason and me.

  I opened the door and searched for my woman. I didn’t see her in the living room or the kitchen. As I approached our bedroom, I knew where she was, the shower was running. I took off my clothes as I approached and walked into the bathroom.

  “Sarah, baby I am home.” I opened the glass door to find her trying to hide her tear-stained face from me.

  “Oh, sweetheart.” I climbed into the shower with her and pulled her into my arms. I held her close and whispered how much I loved her. I let her shed her tears that she had been holding in since that day, never releasing my hold on her.

  “I am foolish, I am okay. Michael, you didn’t need to come home, but I am glad you did.”

  “I needed to come home because my woman needed me and that is more than enough reason, amore mia.” I pulled back just enough to see her face and tipped her chin. I looked at the green eyes that captured me every time I saw her.

  “I love you and I would do anything for you. Never be afraid to ask.” My palm caressed her cheek, my eyes never leaving hers. “You are a treasure. I am so grateful that you have chosen me.” She was everything to me and the thought of that bastard coming close to her again had me on alert and ready to end this. The whole trip home I thought of ways of disposing of Andrews, but now I needed to focus on her and the love we had. I slowly lowered my head to kiss the lips I had been missing all day. I was caught off guard when she lifted her head higher to reach my lips first. I loved it whenever she would strike first. It made me feel wanted and loved. All my body was telling me to do was to take her right here, right now, hard and fast, but I knew that is not what she needed. She needed to feel my love for her, and she would over and over again. I would never stop showing her.

  I turned off the water and grabbed the towels to dry us both. The urge to dry her myself was overwhelming. As I dried her, my body stiffened in desire, and it was only made worse when she purred as I reached her breasts. I needed to get it over with, so I quickly dried her to get her to the bed, but then to my surprise she took another towel. She went on her task of making me nice and dry. She started with my dripping hair, caressing my skull, massaging it with gentle, but sensual intent. She slid the towel lower to my shoulders, which she spent every night clawing at when I was buried deep inside of her. Her slow trail down my body sent my libido skyrocketing. I didn’t think I could continue to absorb her touch and not push her up against the nearest wall.

  “Amore, you are playing with fire. I am too close to the edge.” My voice was so shaky with need that I had very little sting to my words. Only pleading hunger was left in my tone.

  “Is that a threat or a promise?” I knew his hold was fragile. A part of me wanted the slow, deep loving that was just as emotional as it was fulfilling; however, I needed him to own me, to show me that he was the man, my man, my protector. I wanted all the power that he held deep inside, the inner rough and dirty lover he showed me before. I knew exactly what would set him off, and I was going to get what I wanted tonight. The towel and my small hands reached his bottom and around to the large meat that was as hard as it was large. I dropped the towel that had been stroking him and used my mouth to get him wet instead. I licked from the base to the tip and slipped the large head into my warm hungry mouth.

  “Fuck! Sarah! You know I don’t want to fuck you like this.” She was too damn good. “Fuck it! Suck!” I cried out as she sucked me hard, tossing my head back and biting my lip to stave off the need to fuck her mouth. Just when I thought I could control my thoughts, she hummed on my dick. I looked down and watched as she had her available hand rubbing her fat breast. The moment she noticed me looking at her, she slid her hand down to help with the pulsing ache in her pussy. “Fuck, Sarah, I’m coming!” My juices squirted into her mouth and down her throat. Once she popped it out of her luscious lips, I lifted her and carried her to the bed, tossing h
er on it and spreading her legs wide open for me. “So this is the way you want to play it, my love? Good, because my desire for you has not even diminished one bit, despite you swallowing my load. I got more for you, baby. See, Sarah, look at him. He is ready again, but I have needs too and I am fucking thirsty, babe.” Those were the last words she heard as I growled right above her pussy before I licked my way into her.

  Michael’s attack on my pussy had left me dazed as he bit me with every lick of my folds, causing me to explode into an amazing orgasm. Just when I thought he was done and had enough, he went for more. “I can’t, I can’t.”

  “Oh yes you can, amore, and you will. I tried to take it easy on you tonight, but I know that you didn’t want that. You wanted to make me come hard, didn’t you, with your sexy mouth? Now enjoy.” He growled as he nibbled on my thigh and traveled back up to my wet folds. Damn, the man had no mercy. I couldn’t take much more of this. I needed to feel him in me.

  I was so close that I needed her to be on the same page. I climbed up her body when I started to feel her walls pulsing, ready to come. The feel of her coming on my cock always made my release much more intense. I looked into her eyes and plunged into her hot throbbing entrance.

  “Mine. You know you are mine. I love you so damn much, Sarah.” My words were as tender as they were serious. I uttered words of love and devotion as I pounded into her over and over again. Each one of my thrusts had me lifting her thighs until her butt and back were no longer on the bed. “You’re mine and I protect what’s mine.” I bent down to take her lips and we shared a deep and passionate kiss that tasted of our satisfaction. She wrapped her legs around my hips, digging her heels into my ass, spurring me on. I started rutting her like a bull. I pinched her nipple as I captured the other round beautiful nipple in my practiced mouth, sucking hard enough to have her pussy spasm and release another coating of juice on my cock.

  “I am coming, Michael!”

  “Thank fuck!” My release was more powerful than I expected and I saw fucking stars. I rested my head against hers. “That’s what I like to hear, my love.”

  With a kiss to her swollen and tender lips, I got up and walked to the bathroom. After washing up, I came back with a washcloth to ease the tenderness I was sure I caused in her. I was rougher than I intended on being with her. I’ve been an animal to her lately. She had unleashed the beast in me.

  “Michael, I don’t need that.”

  “Yes, you do, woman. What you need is to learn to listen to me. I am the man and your ass needs to learn what is good for you.”

  I would do everything for her and I wanted her to listen to me where her safety was concerned. I wanted to own her body in the bedroom or whatever place that had her pussy open to me, but I knew who the boss was and it wasn’t me. She controlled my heart and soul.

  “Yes, sir,” she replied with sass and a wink. I took off the cloth I had placed on her pussy and gave her a quick little spank right on her cooch.

  “You are asking for it, baby. I am trying to let your pussy rest, but your greedy ass is begging for more, aren’t you?”

  “Yes, sir.” That was the last real words uttered for the next hour as I took her again. Though this session had started out fast, it slowed to the gentle and passionate coupling I wanted to give her earlier.

  Chapter 21:

  I was watching her through the mirror as we were both preparing for work when I noticed that her walk was a little off. I turned and smirked at my woman. I did that to her, my male pride was bursting. Then I turned back to look at myself. I couldn’t help it, but I smiled again.

  “You’re welcome, baby,” I whispered to myself. Hell if I was going to say it to her. She was probably tender from my large dominating cock that was so selfish and ravaged her walls last night. Good, then those fucks at her job will know that she has a man satisfying her at night. I thought of fucking her this morning, too, but even my dick was sore. I tried to control my natural jealousy towards any man who even got in her vicinity. The outfits she wore to work that had been tormenting me in the office were now tormenting me for a different reason. She looked sexy as hell and it wasn’t for me. It was not like I got to enjoy her wardrobe choices. My thoughts must have been written all over my face because she gave her fucking attitude.

  “Michael, can you stop congratulating yourself for making me bowlegged? And quit with my outfits. They are not slutty in the least.” She rolled her eyes at me and I wanted to bend her over and spank her fat bottom. I walked up to her as I was pulling tight my tie.

  “Yes, they are. Look here, you see this?” I ran my finger from the top of her cleavage to the top of her low cut v-neck blouse. “My breasts are on display for other men and I don’t like it.”

  “I am wearing my jacket over it and the one person I see all day isn’t interested in my breasts.”

  “I said my breasts, woman. No, but what happens when there is a meeting full of men. Are you not going to get hot or uncomfortable and decide to open up that jacket?”

  “Michael, you are being ridiculous. You have just spent the night in me and you act as though I want someone else. I am not covering up. My outfit is a standard suit, one I purchased at Nordstrom’s when I came to work for you, so enough. I don’t have time. I have to go. There is an early morning meeting.”

  “Fine, but if a motherfucker hits on you, your ass better tell me. Get me?”

  “Yes, Michael.” She kissed me passionately and scurried off before I could drag her back to bed. She was lucky, too, because that is what I wanted to do. Since she started working at the company with David, one of David’s security team would pick her up or that is what I told her. It was one I had hired, but I didn’t want to hear her lip.

  The next three weeks happened to go smoothly and the wedding would be in one week. I was all butterflies. I could not wait to marry Michael. His parents would be arriving in a few days, so they would be staying in the building on the floor below. Michael had that space available because he didn’t want anyone near his floor. I had everything prepared for their visit, and now Stacy and I were hanging out at Stacy’s when there was a knock at the door. Stacy got up to get it. She thought maybe Ryan was back in town, but it was David, my Michael, and some other guy who I didn’t recognize at first. But he shared a great resemblance to David.

  “Stace, we need to talk,” David said grimly. “The woman we called our mother… died.”

  They all came in, Michael walked up to me and took me to the side as we were introduced to Daniel Hartfield, the Montgomery siblings’ half-brother.

  “What! I don’t understand. You are our brother?” I watched my friend go through a long list of emotions and I felt for her.

  “I had found some of my mother’s papers when she died and there were some things with your names on them. I looked you up and the resemblance was there. I asked my father, and he told me that your mother left and he hadn’t known about you until after they had me. They split years ago because he saw her for who she was.”

  Stacy hugged her little brother tight. Michael and I felt like we were in the way so we said our goodbyes and let the siblings get to know each other. I called Stacy later just to check up on her and she was doing well, but she asked me not to say anything to Ryan about her new brother. Something about not coming from a good background. What is with these people, first Michael, now Stacy, and I am sure that explains David’s inability to start and keep relationship.

  Chapter 22:

  The day before the wedding everything was going swimmingly and we girls were having a great time when Stacy got a call from Ryan and came back to the room near tears. She had just been saying that things were starting to cool between them. He was seemingly avoiding her this last past week.

  “What happened? Tell me he didn’t break up with you on the phone.” I said as I hugged my best friend.

  “No he didn’t. He has to go out of town on an assignment so he won’t be able to come to the wedding. I think this is his
way of cutting me loose.”

  “When I met him, he said he has been really busy and has been traveling a lot this last year, maybe he is just having to work after playing hooky with you this last month.”

  “Well, I guess we don’t need the extra seat for Daniel now. He will come as my date for the night. How lame of me. I am bringing my brother because my boyfriend ditched me.” She tried to laugh off the hurt because tomorrow was my big day, but I could tell she was feeling destroyed by his sudden neglect. My poor Stacy was playing hostess to me when I am sure she just wanted to lie under her covers and cry. Per tradition, Michael and I had to spend the night apart. I didn’t like that one bit. I was missing him, but tomorrow I will be his, forever.

  The next morning Lucia and Aunt Madeline were fretting over everything as though they were my mothers and I couldn’t be happier, of course unless my parents were here with me. I hoped they could look down and be happy that I had chosen a wonderful man to spend the rest of my life with.

  “You look so beautiful, bellisma. My son is a very lucky man, no?” Lucia and I met a few days ago, in person. She was a sweet, petite, older woman who has had a smile on her face since we met. She knew I truly loved Michael and said that is why she is so happy. Pietro was a tall handsome older man who had smiled a great deal at me and had hugged me and whispered in my ear, “Thank you for loving my son.” I really liked both his parents, they were sweet and had done a great job with Michael.

  “I am the lucky one. Thank you, Lucia, for raising him to be such a good man.” I kissed my future mother-in-law’s cheek.

  “Grazie, Sarah. Perhaps I will have some bambinos soon, no?”

  “Perhaps soon, but not too soon.”

  “Ah, it is never too soon. I have been waiting many years for him to find a wife.”