Micheal

Three days have passed since Hannah agreed to be my girlfriend and I was a mixture of extremely excited and nervous.

Just looking at me you could tell I wasn't boyfriend material. I didn't know the first thing about being a good boyfriend. But as cliche as it sounds, Hannah makes me want to learn. And the way she makes me feel, I'm more than happy to.

"It had to be the maids day off didn't it?" I grumble, frustratingly.

I had convinced Hannah to come by and now I reliazed that probably wasn't a good idea. She'd never seen my house before. The house we used before was a safety house. I brought all of my one night stands there. Not one woman had stepped inside of this house and Hannah coming today had me scattering around like a chicken with it's head but off.

I manage to clean everything well enough before she comes. I wipe my forehead as I step in the kitchen with a sigh, "Fuck. Now I have to learn how to cook. Great going, Michael."

That was another thing I was freaking out about. To convince Hannah to come, I told her I would cook for her. Food was one of Hannah's weaknesses and I knew if I didn't mention that she would have probably rejected within the blink of an eye.

I open the cabinets and refrigerator, in search of something to make and see it is only actual ingredients. Meaning I would actually have to make a meal. By myself. Fucking awesome.

I take out options and set them on the counter. As I turn the faucet on my phone begins ringing. I frown and pick it up.

"Yeah?"

"Good evening sir. There is a women looking for you. Would you like me to send her up?" My driver asks

"What do they look like?"

"Long brown hair is covered with a black hoodie. Long black dress, matching sneakers. A blue purse hung around their shoulder and they appear to be about five-foot-s-"

"Send her up." I respond and hang up, instantly knowing it is Hannah based on how he described what she was wearing.

Minutes later there is a knock on my door and I smile.

"Babe?" She says as I walk to the door.

I love when she calls me that. Makes me all giddy and shit.

I open the door and wrap my arms around her, lifting her up and twirling her around in my arms happily, "There she is!"

She giggles as I put her down before she can yell at me for picking her up. "Hi." She greets as I shut the door. "So what are you making?" She asks, following me in the living room.

Hannah places her purse on the counter and I face her with a frown. "Slow down lady. I didn't even give you a tour yet."

Her facial expression turns to one of confusion as she glances around. "So if this is your house, then who's house did we, you know?" Her mouth goes agape and after closing it, she crinkles her nose in disgust. "Did we have sex in someone else's house, Michael?" She asks, gagging and pretending to puke.

I laugh and shake my head, "We did not have sex in someone else's house, Hannah. That was a safe house."

She holds her heart and breathes a sigh of relief, "Oh thank goodness
So this is your house?"

"Yeah."

She smiles and hits my arm lightly, "Than let the tour begin."

"Right this way ma'am." I respond, taking her hand and leading her down the hall. The first room is my bedroom.

"Right here is the bedroom. I rarely come in here, since most of the time I'm not home. But now that you're here it automatically becomes the best room in the house because this is where I get to fuck you sensele-"

"Next room, Brick." She interrupts me and I laugh.

We walk further until we reach my office. She glances around at the desk and bookshelf as soon as she steps inside.

"You read?"

"No, that's for show. The only book I've ever read in my life is, 'The three little pigs'."

"Seriously how are you an investor?"

"Good dick and a lot of money can get you anywhere, baby."

She hits my chest, "Micheal!"

I smile and wrap my arms around her waist as we leave my office, "I'm kidding, I'm kidding."

No I am not.

I take my arms off of her and scratch my head. "The rest of the room are empty or guest rooms. You already saw the living room and kitchen so that's basically it."

"Wow, your house is pretty ordinary considering how much money you make. I assumed you would have a mansion, maids, butlers, you know that kind of thing."

"Well I do have a maid but she's not working today. And I just don't like the whole mansion thing. Especially since it's just me here."

"I always wanted a mansion. I've never had nearly enough money to pay for one but that is one of my dreams." She shakes her head and goes in the kitchen. "Anyways, what are you making?'

That's a damn good question.

I jog in the kitchen and glance at the ingredients I had chosen. Onions, peppers, potatoes, peanut butter and apple cider.

"Uh Shrimp."

Her eyebrows narrow, "But you don't have the shrimp in front of you."

I fake laugh and hit my head, "I meant pasta, dum-dum!" I reach over the counter and pinch her cheek. She stares ate with a complex expression and I know she is catching on to me.

"Right." She replies.

Not having a clue what I'm doing, I grab a pot from the cabinet and pour some apple cider inside of it.

You need oil for pasta right? And apple cider is practically oil right? You're a fucking genius Micheal.

I smile to myself proudly as I poor more Apple Cider in the pot. Hannah gasps and I turn to her.

"What?"

"Why are you using Apple Cider for pasta?"

"It's basically oil, calm down. I've got this."

She gasps, "No it's not! Besides, the number one rule when making pasta is to never, ever, put oil in the pot, Michael!"

I stop pouring and laugh as she comes closer, "See I knew that, I just wanted to see if you knew that. You passed the test great job, babe!"

She folds her arms as she stands in front of me with a frown, "You don't know how to cook do you?"

I put the pot down and sigh, "Not even a little bit. I just wanted to impress you."

"You don't have to try impress me, Brick. I just want you to be yourself. I like normal Michael. Not, -trying-to-be-perfect Micheal."

"You don't get it, Hannah. You make me feel like... feel. I know it sounds corny but you're the only person that makes me feel this way. I feel happy and content when I'm with you. So, if that means I have to take cooking lessons to make you happy I'll do it."

Hannah stands on her tippy toes and kisses me gently on the cheek. "You're so freaking sweet."

I take her head in my hands and kiss her lips passionately. After a moment I press my forehead against hers, "Only for you." I reply and kiss her one last time before backing away.

She smiles, "I'll cook."

"You can cook?"

"Yes. It happens to be one of hidden talents actually. The other one being are to not blink for a minute."

I scoff as I start walking away, "You can't even maintain eye contact with someone for more than ten seconds."

"I bet if I could you wouldn't see me blink not once." She says confidently and I laugh.

For the next hour or so, as Hannah cooks I find things to do. After taking a shower and getting some work done I become bored and decide to play music. When a pop song comes on, Hannah begins singing it horribly and moving her hips off rhythm. Despite how awful her singing and dancing is I continue to watch her with a smile. She was finally getting comfortable with me and that was all that mattered.

More songs play and I decide it's been long enough since I've felt her touch. Not that I was clingy. I wasn't.

Goddamn liar.

I hug her from behind and snuggle my head in the crook of her neck. I kiss her throat until it leaves a hickey and she moans softly.

"That's going to leave a mark." She whispers

I kiss behind her ear and when a whimper escapes her lips I stop. "I know." I whisper back with a smile.

"Everyone's going to see it though."

"Good. Let them see who gets to hear your moans and whimpers every night, baby."

My hands trail down to her ass and I rub it slowly, peppering kisses behind her ear and her throat as I do so. She moans and my semi boner touches her ass.

"You ever been fucked on a counter, beautiful?"

"No." She replies, her breathing increasing.

"Do you want to?" My grip tightens on her ass and I suck on her neck again. She gasps and holds onto the sink as she arches her back.

"The pasta is going to be done in like thirty minutes, Micheal."

I suck her neck and move the hand on her ass to her thigh. Another moan surpasses her lips. "That's not what I asked, Hannah."

I lift her dress to her waist and when I groan at the sight in her ear she moans.

"Fuck, you are so gorgeous."

Hannah let's go of the sink and turns around. Putting her arms around my neck, she wraps her legs around waist and begins kissing me. I lead us to the counter and set her on top of it. Her hands flies to my hair as my tongue slips in her mouth.

I stand in between her legs and spread them far enough. After taking the belt off I push my pants and underwear down halfway. My dick touches her thigh and when she moans in my mouth I can't take it anymore.

I pull away, "Tell me to fuck you, Hannah. Please."

She lifts her dress over her head slowly. Next is her bra and I grunt at how perfect she is. She slides her panties off and nods.

"Fuck me, Michael."

I line my dick up to her entrance and put the tip in slowly. She moans and I continue going further until it is all the way in. She puts her arms on my neck as I thrust slowly. We both moan in sync

She throws her head back slightly, "More." She groans and I oblige.

I thrust into her harder and when she clenches around me I grunt. I continue to thrust at this pace and her moans become louder. Breathing heavily as I push into her, her nails dig into my back.

"Fuck." I groan, thrusting faster and deeper.

"I- I don't think I can take it anymore, Michael."

I look at her and push into her harder and faster, making sure I am hitting her g-spot now. Holding the back of her neck I kiss her harshly.

"You're going to take my cock and you're going to cum all over it, you got that, sweetheart?"

She moans loudly as I pinch her nipple with my other hand. "Oh fuck yes!"

I let go of her neck, "Good girl."

Feeling myself stiffen I, begin pushing faster and play with Hannah's clit, trying to get her orgasm to arrive faster. She grips my hair and screams as her orgasm finally arrives. I groan as she clenches around me and moans loudly. Seconds later, I stiffen and place my head on her shoulder as I cum inside her. Streams of curse words escapes my lips as I do so.

After we both come down from our high I kiss her softly. "You're still on the pill right? I don't want little Brown's running around right now."

She laughs, "Yes."

A timer goes off and Hannah grabs her dress and puts it on hurriedly. "The food!" She says, jumping off of the counter and running in the kitchen. She turns off the stove as I pull my underwear and pants back on.

I glance at the floor and smirk, finding her black panties. I pick them up twirl them in my hand. "Babe." I call and she turns around. Her face turns pink at what I'm holding. "When did you get these? I don't remember ripping these off of you?" I sniff them and she rushes over.

Snatching them out of my hand she hits my arm, "Don't smell them, weirdo!" She puts them on quicky and goes in the bathroom. I follow her and we wash our hands and clean up the counter and kitchen before I take a seat at one of the chairs at the dining room table.

"Are you ready to eat?'"

"Very much. My stomach was practically crying in the shower." I reply. Hannah brings a plate full of pasta and a glass of wine in front of me.

She fidgets with her hands as she speaks, "Here you go. Hope you like it. I tried my best."

God, she's so precious. I don't deserve her at all.

I pick up some of it with the fork and as soon it hits my tongue I feel as if my stomach has done a cartwheel. As though my insides were celebrating.

"Damn." I mumble.

She looks from the floor with a scared expression and I keep the laugh that wants to escape at how adorable she looks.

"What? How does it taste? It's nasty isn't it? Damn it! I knew I shouldn't have added t-"

I look up at her in seriousness, "This is the best goddamn pasta I've ever had in my life, Hannah."

She smiles, "Really?"

"Yes woman. This is fucking fantastic, you understand that?"

She walks over to me with a wide smile, "Thank you." she whispers and presses a kiss to my cheek.

I catch myself nearly blushing and look away, "You're welcome, sweetheart."

Hannah sits down and begins eating. I reach to get some and she hits my hand.

"No, asshole. You already had your own."

"What did you call me?"

"An asshole. Beacuase that's what you are. You know it, I know it, the whole city knows." She replies

"Say it again. I dare you."

"Asshole." She deadpans and smiles. I pick her up from the chair and set her on the counter. When I try to put her wrists in my hands she begins yelling and squirming.

"No, don't touch my wrist!"

"Why? Do you have a bracelet or something on it? Trust me it's going to come off tonight don't worry." I say, grinning as I begin pulling up her sleeve.

"No, please-"

I lift them and immediately become confused. I push I lifted them and instantly became confused. "What is this?"