Part II: The Possession of Micky Dolenz
By Chantal
"Five more minutes." he mumbled.
"Babe, its way past ten, and momma's got to get ready for work."
"Huh?" he whispered.
I kissed his ear, "Time to rise and shine."
I sat up and pulled him to a semi upright position. "Ah, c'mon I'm tired."
"You should be.” I teased.
He rubbed his eyes and focused on me. "Chantal?"
"Yes?” I sang while wrapping my white robe around me.
"Why am I still here?"
"You went to sleep, remember?"
He shook his head trying to dust out the cobwebs. "Shit, I should have been home hours ago. I know Davy... I mean I know the guys are worried."
Damn, the first name I hear after a beautiful evening is Davy. I should have erased Davy from Micky's mind after what I gave him. "I'm sure Davy knows you have a life outside of those four walls."
He got out of bed in search of his clothes which were all of the room. "That's not the point, Chantal. "
I folded my arms, "Explain it then."
"Davy and I have something special going on."
"So why in the fuck did you come here last night? And don't give me that bullshit about thanking me for a job well done."
He didn't respond. I approached him and held his face in my hands, "Micky, I wasn't kidding last night. You are mine now! If you were totally committed to Davy you wouldn't have come here, but you did, and now there's no, and I do mean no way of getting rid of me."
"But..."
"But nothing! Davy may have had your ass before, but I have your dick now and that's how it goes."
"I can't continue to see you,” he protested. "Davy can be very jealous. I made one mistake with him already, I can't risk it."
I ran my hands through his messy hair, "You have no choice babe. You made your bed, now you have to deal with the consequences." I buttoned up his shirt and kissed him lightly on the lips. "See you
tonight.” I waved goodbye as I disappeared into the bathroom.
~~~
Micky quietly walked inside the pad and up the spiral staircase. He took a deep breath once inside his bedroom. "Finally home, huh?” Mike questioned.
"Oh, damn you scared me." he clutched his chest.
"Davy's out."
"Good.” Micky sat on the edge of the bed. "I need a shower."
Mike sat next to him, "You've been with a girl."
Micky began undressing.
"It's true isn't it? Micky, answer me. You were with a girl weren't you?"
"Yeah, so? I've been with plenty girls." he answered defiantly.
"But you've never spent the night at a chick's house."
Micky walked out ignoring Mike's third degree interrogation. He closed the bathroom door and sighed. What the fuck had he gotten himself into? His mind was completely confused. A hot shower to calm his nerves is what he needed. He quickly stripped from his clothes and climbed in the shower. The hot water felt good on his cold clammy skin. He closed his eyes and leaned against the wall. A few moments later he felt smooth hands touch his chest; rough palms touching his nipples. The touch was
familiar, gentle yet strong. He remained still, eyes continued closed. A warm kiss, then a delicious suck on Micky's neck, while hands trailed down his back to his tight ass made the heat in Micky's body rise.
Micky slowly opened his eyes and looked at his shower mate. "Welcome 'ome, stranger.” Davy said, his hand stroking Micky's oncoming erection.
"Thanks." he whispered.
"I missed you last night. Where were you?" he asked.
Micky placed his hand over Davy's hand, putting added pressure on his stroking. "Out."
"With?"
"No, one."
Davy's grip tightened. "You're lying."
Micky winced at the pain. "No, I'm not." he whined.
Not letting go his grip, Davy grew angry, "The truth!" he yelled.
"Yes...yes, I was with someone."
Davy let go. "Who?!"
Micky turned off the water, "Not now, Davy!"
"Don't do that! I deserve to know!"
Micky stepped out and grabbed his robe.
"Who is it?!” Davy screamed.
"The P.I. - satisfied!"
Davy frowned, " 'er?! You hired her to find me, and you had to pay her back for a job well done?!"
"That's what she said." he mumbled to himself. "It's not that!" he sighed and walked out.
"Micky, I'm sure it was one time right?!” Davy yelled.
He didn't respond.
"Micky?! You're not seeing her again, understand?!"
Micky slammed his bedroom door.
~~~
11:45 a.m. I arrived at work, still exhausted but alive from the nightbefore. Thank God Julie left a note saying she was at lunch. I was in no mood to see her this morning. On my desk, messages were piled a top my telephone. I took a seat and began sifting threw them when my office door opened. I glanced up, and then slightly smiled. "Mr. Jones. Great to see you."
"You bitch!" he spat.
"You're claws are showing."
"Stay away from Micky!"
I laughed. I knew he'd be jealous, but not this bad. "I'm no where near Micky.” I joked.
"Keep it that way!"
I stood and walked around my desk, "Listen you little twit. Micky has been to the promised land. He ain't going back to you."
"You will never 'ave 'im. NEVER!"
I shook my head and giggled, "I already have him. If you don't believe me, come by my house tonight.” I jotted down my address. "The show starts as soon as Micky arrives."
Davy balled up the paper, "He won't be there."
"Okay, Mr. Jones, whatever you say.” I walked to the door and opened it. "See you later."
~~~
Micky, laying on the living room couch looked up at the ceiling, a million things going through his mind. He had everything he could possibly want. Two people were fighting for his affection and he desired
them both, but he couldn't decide what to do. Davy walked around the couch and kneeled next to Micky. "Sorry 'bout earlier." he whispered.
"That's okay. I know you were upset."
"So, I guess you fancy 'er more than me eh?"
Micky leaned down and sweetly kissed Davy. "You're the greatest." he smiled.
Davy softly caressed Micky's cheek. "Don't leave me."
Micky pulled Davy up by the shirt and deeply kissed him. They wrapped their arms around themselves and held each other close. Micky longed for Davy's kiss, missing its wetness and sweetness.
"I need you.” Davy groaned, "more than ever." he fumbled with the buttons of Micky's shirt, quickly sliding it from his shoulders. "You're mine, dammit! I refuse to let you go!" He climbed on top of Micky kissing under his chin moving further down, hungrily licking his chest, and circling his tongue over his erect nipples. He unbuckled Micky's belt and unzipped his pants, tossing them to floor.
Micky's heart pounded loudly. He ached to be touched by Davy's experienced hands.
Davy slowly removed Micky's underwear looking at him with triumph in his eyes. "That'll teach that bitch not to fuck with me,” he whispered. He softly caressed Micky's swollen cock, watching it turn a lighter shade of red. He lowered his head and licked his lips. He brushed his lips across the head, planting a small kiss upon it. Micky closed his eyes and deeply moaned. Davy's hand began to slowly glide up
and down Micky's hardness, while he licked and kissed Micky's torso, hips, and pelvis. Micky thrusted upward, slightly arching his back, and Davy continued to jerk his hand up and down, twisting his wrist with every motion.
"Suck it Davy! Suck it, please!" he begged.
"You are mine, right? Not hers!" he asked as his kissed and licked under Micky's throbbing cock.
"Yes, I'm yours in every way!" his voice strained.
Davy dragged Micky's cock down his cheek then back up, quickly taking him inside his watery mouth. Micky groaned loudly grabbing a handfull of Davy's hair. Davy sucked him slowly, not missing an inch of him. His hands under Micky's ass, pushing higher and thrusting him more and more into his mouth.
Micky drew in his breath and shut his eyes. The tightness in his stomach and balls only meant he was about to blow. His back completely raised from the couch, shooting his load in Davy's mouth.
Davy sat up. A satisfying smile on his face. "Have a good night Mick." He kissed his cheek and walked to his bedroom.
Micky took a deep breath and looked at his watch, 10:45 p.m. "Fuck!" he cursed. He put on his clothes. "I can't do this over this over the phone." he sighed. He grabbed his keys and left.
~~~
I sat on the oversize white chair aimlessly going through my notes from the meeting I had earlier. I tried to concentrate on my work, but my mind keeps going back to the conversation I had with that weasel. Micky would be a fool to want him over me. I know I can please him. Dammit, I did last night. I know I did. God he was amazing. Just enough pain and pleasure for great sex.
I placed my notes down on the table next to me and closed my eyes. I wanted him so much I could taste him. Slowly lifting my t-shirt, my hands cupped my breasts, pinching my very sensitive nipples, the exact way, but not quite as good as Micky had done the night before. I thought about his hands holding my wrists, fucking me so hard. No other man came close to getting me off like Micky. I lowered my left hand down my stomach, touching the band of my panties. I threw my leg over the arm of the chair and allowed my hand to slip inside my panties. Oh shit, I was hot for him. I placed one, then two fingers inside me, deeply sighing. I thought about Micky's hard cock thrusting deeper and deeper inside my pussy. God, I wanted him, and wanted him now.
The doorbell rang. Damn! It was only a matter of time before I climaxed and to be interrupted pissed me off. I pulled down my shirt and slipped on my robe. I threw opened the door, "Who the hell...” I paused, catching my breath.
"Chantal I need to..."
I pulled Micky inside and attacked him, kissing him with desperation. I pushed him down to the stairs, straddling his waist. I continued to kiss him, ripping his shirt from his chest. Full of unbridled desire, Micky quickly took off my robe and shirt. His mouth diving into my breasts, sucking, and nibbling each nipple. His touch drove me insane, his lips on my skin made me weak. I licked his shoulders, down his chest. "What are you doing to me?" he whispered breathlessly.
"Controlling your total existence.” I said while unzipping his pants. "You know you can't get enough of me, no matter how you want to deny it.” I slipped my hand inside his pants, stroking an impressive
hard-on. My mouth, sucking his neck, taking in the soft fragrance of his hair.
"I can't deny it," he groaned. "I want you so bad."
I stood up and slid off my panties. "You want me? Come and get me."
He walked over to me and turned me around, spreading my legs apart with his. His hands traveled up and down my thighs.
"This is all yours Micky. Do what you want to me."
He lowered his pants and underwear, kicking them off. Slightly bending over, holding the back of the couch, I braced myself for what was about to happen. I felt his cock teasing my clit. I squirmed, wishing he'd just fuck me.
Finally I could feel that familiar hardness slipping inside my wetness. First it was slow satisfying movements, enjoying the rhythm of our bodies joined together, but without warning, he wrapped his arm around my waist, bending me over a bit more, thrusting deeper and deeper inside the very
pussy I dreamed he'd fuck again. "Thinking...about... Davy...” I moaned.
"No." he whispered in my ear.
"Good.” I smiled.
Outside the window, peering inside stood Davy watching his worse nightmare. He could feel each thrust, wishing it were him. He cursed him to hell. He couldn't believe Micky would betray him like this.
Micky held my hips tight, feeling pure ecstasy build and take over his body. Within seconds, we both screamed, exploding into a long, exhausting orgasm.
Davy turned away from the window with pure hatred in his eyes. "She will not get away with this. No fucking way!"
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