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One-Up-Manship	By : Poppets Category: M through R > Roswell Views: 1806 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Michael was waiting outside the Crashdown at exactly 9:00.
"Wow," he breathed as she walked towards him. "You look fantastic." Her blood red top was form fitting and dipped rather daringly in the front while her black skirt ended mid-thigh, making her legs look even longer than they were. His mind wondered back to earlier that morning and to the memory of those long, silky legs wrapped around his body.
He quickly grabbed her hand and led her to his bike. If he wasn't careful he might take her where she stood. They they'd be late, and he was not willing to face an angry Isabel, even if he did have Liz with him for support.
Within minutes they were at the club. Michael could see Isabel and Kyle approaching them, so he quickly parked the bike and helped Liz off.
"Hey, guys. Glad you could make it."
"Hey, Iz."
"Liz, here's your i.d. You are now officially 21."
"Yay. All hail 'Alien mojo'." Liz declared as she confirmed that her i.d. did indeed say she was 21.
"Come on. Let's go party." Isabel grabbed Liz's hand and pulled her towards the entrance. The bouncer let them in without a second glance and they were suddenly transported into a whole other world.
'The Club' was dark and music thrummed through the room. Bodies ground together on the dance floor, their movements sexy and unleashed.
"Let's dance." Isabel said as she attempted to pull Kyle onto the dance floor.
Both guys backed hurriedly away.
"No thanks, Iz." Kyle carefully extracted his hand from her grip.
"Michael?" Liz questioned.
"I think Kyle and I will go get some drinks and find a table."
"Yep, we'll do that. You girls enjoy yourselves." Kyle and Michael quickly backed away, racing towards the bar.
"You know," Liz said thoughtfully, "there's only one way we're going to get them dancing."
"Oh yeah. How's that?"
"We're going to have to give them a show. Drive them crazy." An evil smile played at the corners of Liz's mouth.
"I like the way you think, girl."
The music changed, and a harsh, seductive beat pumped around 'The Club'. Liz and Isabel quickly stepped onto the dance floor, positioning themselves so they were in full view of Michael and Kyle.
Michael watched, amazed, as Liz and Isabel danced together, grinding seductively against one another. Liz dipped Isabel low to the floor, then pulled her up so they were pressed chest-to-chest. Isabel hooked a leg around one of Liz's, pulling her closer as they continued to dance. Michael didn't know how much more of this he could watch; his arousal was already straining painfully against his pants.
He was jolted into action when he saw two men approaching Liz and Isabel. Jealousy surged through him and before he knew what he was doing, he was marching onto the dance floor and pulling Liz into his arms. He was dimly aware of Kyle doing the same thing with Isabel, but he was too entranced by the minx in his arms to really care.
Liz pressed herself against him, delighting in his arousal nudging against her stomach. "Well, well. Did someone get a little bit excited by seeing two girls dancing together?" She already knew the answer, but she delighted in teasing him.
Michael gripped her tighter. "Mine," he growled into her hair.
Lust rippled through Liz's body. He was more aroused than she had thought. She also detected the jealousy in his voice, and a smile of pure feminine delight lit her face from knowing that she could draw such a response from him.
"I am going to make you pay for that little stunt you pulled." Michael growled into her ear. "I am going to make you writhe, and I am going to make you cum. And it's going to be in front of all these people. Right here, right now."
"Y-you wouldn't dare?!"
"Wouldn't I?" To prove he wasn't joking, his hand slid down to her bare thigh. Grasping it, he suddenly hoisted it up, hooking it around his body and pulling their bodies harshly together.
"Not here," she whimpered half-heartedly. "Please not here."
"Here, Liz. Right here. You deserve to be punished for that stunt, and I'm not letting you off the hook."
Just imaging what he had in mind for her was enough to make Liz wetter than she'd ever been before.
Keeping her leg hooked around his body, Michael slowly started to move. He ground his hips into hers in time to the beat. Each circle of his hips against her caused her desire to increase, and the pressure between her legs to coil tighter.
Her head dropped back and he took the opportunity to suckle at her neck, leaving behind a dark purple bruise marking her as his. Michael's other hand dove beneath the hem of her skirt, and he was shocked to discover her sans panties.
"Looks like someone was planning for a little bit of fun later!"
"Who, me?" she whispered.
Michael's fingers stroked along her outer lips, before parting them and going in search on the small nub. He pinched it roughly between his fingers. A sharp gasp escaped Liz's lips before she could stop it.
"Do you still want me to stop?"
"Yes," Liz said, but there was no conviction behind her words.
"Okay then." Michael began to remove his hand from between her thighs, but Liz quickly grasped it and brought it back between her legs.
"Don't you dare stop."
Michael's fingers moved slowly, teasing her entrance until she was whimpering against him, begging him for more. Her body was bucking, trying to urge his fingers closer.
Finally Michael relented, thrusting three fingers deep into her, stretching her tight muscles to the point of pain.
Michael started a slow, rhythmic thrusting, his thumb tracing circles around her clit, driving Liz crazy. It was not enough, she needed more. She needed hard and fast, but he wasn't going to give it to her until he heard her beg.
"Please, Michael. I n-need more."
"What do you need?" He demanded roughly. The site of her writhing in ecstasy was taking a serious toll on his state of arousal.
"You. Hard. Fast. Make me cum. Please."
Michael's thrusts became faster, harder. His fingers delving deep inside of her. His fingers hooked inside of her, hitting her g-spot. The pain combined with the exquisite pleasure was enough to send Liz over the edge, her scream hidden by a sudden change in the music surrounding them.
Liz's body sagged against Michael's as tremors racked her body. Liz came down slowly from her high.
"Did anybody see us?"
"Nope."
"Good. Then let's go." Grabbing Michael's hand, Liz pulled him through the throng of dancers.
"Hey. Where are we going? Shouldn't we tell Isabel and Kyle?"
"I am going to pay you back, baby." Liz's hand slipped up his thigh to rest briefly on his crotch, giving it a harsh squeeze.
"Fuck." Michael swore under his breath. All thoughts of Isabel and Kyle flew straight from his mind.
Liz giggled as she dragged him toward the door.
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