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This is awkward. This is so awkward! How the hell did I end up getting locked in a closet with my ex in my pyjama shorts and vest top?

Long story short, Michael Jackson is my ex-boyfriend and we got locked in my closet which only locks from the outside because it's broken. My maid couldn't hear us shouting so she left because her shift had ended.

Lord? Why are you punishing me? What did I do?

We're sat on opposite sides of the white couch in the middle of my large walk in wardrobe. After realising that we were stuck in this closet completely alone, neither of us spoke a word for what seemed like hours.

"I'm sorry about this. I should've had that lock fixed ages ago." I said trying to break the ice.

"Don't worry about it. I just wish I brought my phone when I decided to come up. I left it in my car." He said.

"Speaking of which, you said you came here to ask me something, so what was it?"

"Oh yeah. I wanted to ask if you'd maybe consider singing with me. I know what you're thinking, Rita and as much as I'd love to still be with you, I respect you also, and so that's not my intention..." He said "right now." He added under his breath.

I got up and strolled to the end of the closet then said with my back turned "Michael...I can't."

I couldn't look him in the eyes. His face holds too much beauty for me to handle and those jeans are fitting him a little too well. Hell and that white V-neck is presenting his toned upper body like the Nobel Prize! Fuck! I can't handle looking at him whatsoever!

"Umm, I'm sorry, Michael but I don't think that's such a good idea."

"Why not?" He asked disappointed.

I heard the couch creak slightly as he stood up.

"I-it's just not the best time. I'm err, still writing my new book and err..." I stammered as I heard the slight pat of his feet on the carpet coming toward me slowly and took in his intoxicating scent that only intensified the closer he got.

He knows that's the cologne I like because I bought it for his birthday last year and on him, it seems to smell even better. I looked up slightly at the full length mirror that covered a third of the back wall in front of me to see Michael about a meter away from me, then I looked back at the ground.

Phew!

Distance! I need distance!

"Listen, Michael, I-"

"Tell me something, Rita." He cut me off. "Why did you leave me like that?" He asked taking another step forward.

Oh dear lord!

I couldn't speak as I tried to ignore the heat and moisture in my panties. His voice alone made me so wet!

"Why?" He whispered in my ear.

When did he get so close?!

"M-M-M-M-Michael!" I stuttered as his warm minty breath collided with my ear and neck.

"All I ever did was love you...care for you. I gave you everything because you were-no-you are, my everything..." I looked at him in the mirror behind me with his chin on my shoulder. He places his hands on my waist and I gasp. "That night in Chicago, I told you I loved you for the first time. I poured my heart out to you...We made sweet...passionate, love," The thought of that amazing love making sends a shiver down my spine. He runs his large hands up and down my bare arms. "Then you left...You left me all alone in that hotel suite just like that and I think I know why."

In one swift move, he turns me to face him but I look away. He gently pulls my chin to face him with his fingertips and a tear rolls down my cheek.

"I'm not Brandon, baby." He said firm but calm.

I gasped. He was right on the nail.

Brandon was my first boyfriend and our relationship was, well...not a relationship. He slept around, drank heavily and when he got angry, he'd hit me and always with his weak apology and "I love you" to follow. Bullshit! I left him as soon as I got the chance because I wasn't with him out of choice but out of fear for my life. I still thank god every day that he was taken down for assault and many other charges which gave me the path to freedom. Freedom from him...

"I knew it." He whispered. "You were afraid, weren't you?" I nodded feeling ashamed as more tears roll down my cheeks and he wipes them away.

"Don't be afraid of real love that a real man can give you babe."

I turn my face away and he sighs deeply.

How can he still want me? This mess with a troubled past. What does he see in me? He deserves so much better. I pushed him away when all he did was love me...

I love him...

"Tell me, Rita. Did he ever...touch you like I do?" He asked pulling me closer to him by my waist. He nuzzled his face in the crook of my neck then let his lips gently brush against it.

I managed to whisper a small "no" and I felt his smirk on my neck.

"And another thing, Rita," He pulls back cupping my cheek then leans in nibbling my earlobe and stroking my neck. "Did he whisper sweet nothings in your ear like I do?" He whispered.

Not being able to speak, I gently shook my head.

What is he doing to me?! Oh my god! Holy shit!

He pulled my brown hair to the side as he proceeded to whisper sweet nothings in my ear whilst nipping and sucking at my earlobes and all over my neck, especially on my sweet spot. He really took his time while I was suffering sweetly with pleasure. His sweet torture only turning me on that much more and making me almost completely submissive to him. I stood there moaning. Breathing ragged and heavy. I couldn't take it! I had to let him go on so I lifted my arms up and tangled my fingers through his jet black curls.

I felt his beautiful smile on my neck before he pulled away again to look into my eyes. He pushed me back gently until I was leaning up against the mirror. He put his hands either side of me on the mirror the leaned in real close.

"Did he ever kiss you sweetly like I do?" He whispered against my lips.

So fucking close!

I was frozen in place.

"I think you need a little...taste, to help you remember." He said before pressing his soft lips to mine.

We were locked in heat, passion and lust with our lips moving in sync with one another.

I moaned in his mouth, wanting more which he gave to me without hesitation. He slipped his tongue in my mouth and it immediately became dominant.

Michael picked me up in his strong arms with his lips still pressed to mine and took me back over to the couch. He lay me down and at that moment, I realised that I was being selfish. I gently pushed on his chest and sat up on the couch with my legs still on it.

"What's the matter, Rita?"

"Michael, this isn't right." I begin to cry.

"What do you mean? Don't you love me?"

"Of course I do!" I sniffle. "But I don't deserve you...or your love. I hurt you." I whispered as my lips quivered.

"Stop it." He said firm and serious.

I looked up at him confused.

"Just stop it Rita. I lied to you, ok? I'm here because I love you and need you! I went and finished my tour but every night I would try and find you! Some kind of lead! I wanted you. I missed you so much! I love you with every fibre of my being. I love YOU Rita!! Don't you understand?! I need you!" He yelled.

My tears began to flow. I gave in and this time...completely. I threw my arms around his neck and he held me tightly. A sigh of relief escaped his lips.

"Rita, baby, please. Don't ever leave me again."

"I'm sorry! I love you so much and I'm sorry! I love you! I-" I paused in thought for a moment.

"You what?" He asked looking into my eyes.

"Please...please. Michael. Make love to me again. Please and I swear you'll find me in the morning." I begged.

His frown turned into a gentle smile as he leaned in and pressed his lips to mine once again laying me down.

"I don't just wanna find you tomorrow morning, Rita. I want to find you every morning, laying in my arms where you should be."

He kissed me with so much passion that I felt dizzy.

"I missed your touch so bad." I moan.

"Did you now?" He asks in a whisper. "Where baby? Here?" He runs his hand up my thigh.

I nod my head silently and he smirks sexily.

"What about here?" He asks sliding his index finger along band on my pyjama shorts.

"Ah Michael, please!" I beg.

"What? What do you want baby?" He whispers in my ear then sucks on my earlobe.

God! This man! He knows that drives me insane!

He slides his hand under my vest top and grabs a handful of my chest.

"No bra. How bout panties?"

I shake my head no.

"That's my girl." He chuckles.

He slides his right hand down into my shorts and cups my wetness. I gasp as he proceeds to rub my throbbing clit.

"Mmm fuck! Yeah! Just like that!" I moaned.

He slid two fingers inside of me.

"Oh fuck!" I shout as he speeds up the pace of his fingers.

My walls clenched around his fingers and he knew I was close.

"Come for me, baby." He said.

And with that, I released all that had built up inside.

"AHHH!!! MICHAEL!!!" I screamed.

He removed his fingers from me slowly, then licked his hand clean from of my juices.

"You know, you're so beautiful when you cum." He chuckled.

I stared at him like he was some kind of god with my mouth gaped.

"What? Was it that good?" He asked still laughing at my facial expression.

"I've never done that before..." I confess.

Michael looks at me shocked.

"You mean you've never..." He thrusts his index and middle finger up and down suggestively.

I laugh then shake my head "no".

He chuckles then smirks.

"Well, here's something you might be a little more familiar with."

He lays between my legs and I feel his stiff length pressing against my entrance. I moan but begin to get frustrated. I grab him by his shirt.

"Stop teasing me!"

I tear his thin white shirt down the middle. Michael arches a brow at me.

"Eager are we?"

Michael throws the rest of the shirt he was wearing to the side then I unbuckle his belt as he kisses down my neck. He pulls my vest top over my head, then tugs down my pj shorts. He pushes down his jeans with his boxers and his huge erection is free. He hovers me and I look into his lust filled eyes.

"You want it?" He asks, now teasing my entrance.

"Mmm yes!"

"Yes what?"

"Yes Daddy!"

Where did that come from?!

Michael looked at me and said "I like that." He smirked. "Here's a reward."

He thrust deep inside me and I gasped.

"Oh god! Yes Michael!" I screamed scratching his back.

Michael groans low.

"So tight!" He moans.

"Faster! Faster!" I screamed.

Michael picked up his pace, thrusting faster and deeper which made my eyes roll into the back of my head.

"I love you, Rita! Oh shit! Do you love me?!" Michael said panting.

I couldn't answer. The pleasure was too overwhelming.

"I want to hear it!" He demanded with a slap to my ass.

"Ah! Fuck! Yes, Michael! I love you! I love you so much!"

Pleased with my answer, Michael pulled out of me.

"Get up. And bend over with your hands on the couch."

I did as told and after he got up, Michael entered me from behind. He went on to fuck me harder and deeper than before. I didn't think I could stand up for much longer but Michael was holding me with his big strong hands.

"OH YES! MICHAEL YES! RIGHT THERE! RIGHT THERE! RIGHT THERE! FUCK! YOU'RE MY KING! IT'S YOURS! IT'S ALL YOURS!" I screamed.

He was hitting that spot and it was too incredible to even define.

He rubbed his hand up my back and onto my shoulder.

"Mmm...fuck!" Michael moaned. "You like that? Yeah, I know you like that. I'm hitting that spot right where you want it. What's my name?!" He growled.

"Michael! Oh Michael!" I screamed.

"That's right! That's your name to call and yours only."

"Oh fuck! I'm gonna-I'm gonna cum!" I said breathless.

"Oh fuck! Me too, baby!"

With a few more delicious thrusts, we both climaxed.

"Oh Rita!" He yelled.

"Michael!" I screamed.

Michael grunted as he fell into the corner seats of the couch. He pulled me down on top of him and wrapped his arms around me.

I felt the safest I've ever been in my entire life, right there in the arms of my man.

He kissed me all over my face, neck and shoulders.

"I love you so much. You're the most beautiful woman in the world! You're the queen of my heart. You light up the ground you walk on." He said.

"No I don't. That'd be you in Billie Jean!" I giggled.

"You see? That's what I live for." He said staring deep into my eyes with so much love.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"That smile. That beautiful smile that makes my heart skip a beat." He confessed.

I blushed and looked down. Michael tipped my chin up to look at me.

"I love you, Rita." He whispered.

Tears of joy left my eyes as I replied "I love you too, Michael."

I pulled the throw that was covering the couch over our naked bodies and he pulled me closer to him as we both drifted off to sleep.

The next morning we woke up to the sound of a vacuum outside the closet door.

Michael and I looked at each other and smiled but then shock and embarrassment was clearly shown on our faces when the maid opened the closet door to find a naked Rita Young and Michael Jackson upon the couch...But that's another story... ; )

Hey y'all! So what do you think of my first short story? Let me know what you think. I'm open to suggestions for more short stories. I hope you liked this one and are looking forward to my future works cuz there's more where that came from ; )

Love,

Michaelmakemyday

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