Authors: Mnemosyne memoryvixen@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: Not mine!
Author's Note: Okay, blame this on the RoswellBDSM list; namely,
blame it on Nehal. LOL! She was complaining that
there's not enough "M&M BJ" fic out there, and
threatened to spam my inbox if I didn't write one.
Ack! Spam! NOOOOOOOO!! So it's all her fault.
LMAO!
Dedication: To who else? Nehal!
Summary: A short, smutty fic. Maria visits Michael
early during his shift at the Crashdown, and gives him
a little treat.
Feedback: I'm always up for the friendly kind!
Distribution: Yours for the taking.
Muse-ic: Stella Soleil's "Kiss, Kiss," Lifehouse, and
Nirvana (for SOME reason...)
Michael Guerin showed up for his morning shift at the Crashdown five minutes late, but that didn't really matter, since the small restaurant wouldn't open for another half hour anyway. Nonetheless, Mr. Parker quickly hustled his morning chef into the kitchen to work on the sandwich delivery for the Out of This World Convenience store down the road, and Michael set to work slicing ham, dicing tomatoes, and generally muttering about how much he hated making sandwiches.
"What, Spaceboy. You don't like cutting the cheese?"
He looked over his shoulder, and grinned as his beautiful, gorgeous, fantastic, perfect girlfriend, Maria Deluca, sauntered into the kitchen behind him and pressed her cheek against his arm.
"Hey," he said, tilting his head down to kiss her gently.
"Hey yourself," she said, grinning up at him and returning the kiss. Gesturing to the sandwich paraphernalia spread out on the counter, she asked, "Enjoying yourself?"
"Oh, yeah," he replied sarcastically, setting down the knife he'd been using to julienne some lettuce. "I dream about this."
Maria pouted. "You don't dream about me?" Her eyes were twinkling.
Michael grinned. "Hell yes I do. I dream you help me slice bread in the buff."
Maria laughed softly and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Well, that's okay then. Long as you don't cut off a vital part of your anatomy in the process." She winked.
He chuckled. "Slut."
She nuzzled his nose. "Whore."
Michael curled his arms around her slim waist and cradled her loosely. "What're you doing here anyway?" he asked, gazing down into her eyes. "You work the evening shift today, don't you?"
Maria grinned and sidled closer to him. "Yeah. But I wanted to see my boyfriend." She got up on her tiptoes to kiss him warmly; a little more passionately than she had earlier.
Michael moaned quietly, not wanting to arouse the Parker's suspicions by making too much noise. The last thing he needed was for Liz to come poking her head through the window when he had a serious hard-on. He'd never hear the end of it.
When they finally separated, he gasped quietly. "What was that for?" he asked. She was wearing a devilish grin, and it was disconcerting to say the least.
"Nobody knows I'm here," she said softly.
"I do."
"You don't count, Spaceboy."
"So what's your point?"
Maria waggled her eyebrows and rubbed her body against his, so that his hard erection pressed into her through the denim of his jeans.
Michael hissed. "Maria! Shit..."
She giggled and started to slide down his body, keeping eye contact with him until she was kneeling on the floor in front of him. Then her gaze switched away.
To the fly of his jeans.
Michael's eyes widened as she started to unzip him. "Maria!" he hissed again, quieter this time, as his eyes darted around the empty kitchen and even emptier dining room. "What're you DOING!"
She giggled. "Just something I read about in a book somewhere," she whispered, looking up at him as she slid her hand into his jeans. "Or maybe I saw it on TV."
Michael's muscles tensed immediately as her slim fingers made contact with his hard flesh. "Maria, y...you can't..." he stammered as she moved closer and eased his stiff erection into the open air.
Maria snorted. "Sure I can," she whispered. "Watch me."
And as if she'd had more than enough practice, she darted her head forward and closed her mouth around his tip.
His knees almost buckled, but he managed to keep his feet by grabbing the edge of the steel worktable and holding on with all his might. "Oh...god..." he moaned softly, looking down and watching the golden crown of her head move back and forth, back and forth, rhythmically.
He was just about to take one hand from the table and slide it into her silky blonde hair when a voice from the other side of the serving window jarred him out of his sexual reverie.
"Michael, you get the ham sandwiches done yet?" Liz asked cheerfully.
"No!" he yelped, looking up quickly. Luckily, the edge of the table was high enough that Maria was well-hidden. Apparently, she wasn't unnerved by Liz's proximity, as she kept right on with the magic she was working with her mouth. "No, I haven't!"
Liz gave him a curious look. "Ooookay," she said, puzzled. "That's fine. I just wanted to ask, since we've got the packaging all set up."
"FINE!"
Liz gave him another funny look. "Are you all right, Michael?" she asked. "You look a little...tense."
"Yes, yes, I'm fine. Great! Couldn't be better!" //Shit, go AWAY, Liz!// He desperately wanted to rock his hips, but figured that would be a dead giveaway of his REAL physical state.
"Maybe it's time you laid off the caffeine," Liz said helpfully, chuckling.
Michael groaned, a little louder than he'd intended. //BAAAAD time to use the word "laid,"// he thought pitifully.
Liz's brow furrowed at his moan. "You SURE you're okay, Michael?" she asked again, a little concerned.
"Yes, really! I am!" Michael was getting desperate. Maria wasn't easing up on him any; if anything, she was speeding up! "I...I've just gotta go to the bathroom!"
Liz shook her head, puzzled. "Fine, Michael. Go right ahead." She chuckled to herself and walked away, back to filling the salt shakers.
Michael sighed a shallow breath of relief, then laced his fingers in Maria's hair, stilling her movement. It was probably the strongest thing he'd ever done in his life, and he was proud of himself.
When she opened her mouth wider and slid off him, however, he almost fainted. "What's up, Michael?" she asked, innocent as hell. "Besides the obvious, that is," she added, stroking his erection with a soft fingertip.
He growled hungrily and pulled her quickly to her feet. "You're evil," he muttered, tugging her into the back room, keeping a careful lookout for any stray Parkers.
Maria laughed and let herself be pulled along. "But you love every second of it," she said, chucking him on the shoulder.
Michael yanked her into the employee bathroom and closed the door, locking it before turning around to face her. "There," he said. "A little privacy."
She grinned. "You don't like exhibitionism, Spaceboy?" she asked.
"I'm an alien. Showing off has never been high on my list of priorities." He bent over and pulled off his boots, then pushed his jeans down and kicked them aside.
Maria raised an eyebrow. "I guess this means you want me to finish what I started, huh?" she asked, amused, as he threw his under wear aside to join his jeans.
Michael licked his lips and nodded. "Hell yes," he growled, grabbing her by the arms and pulling her forward to kiss her firmly. She moaned into his mouth, grinding her supple body against his and driving his hormones through the roof.
"Shiiit," he groaned as they separated and he leaned back against the wall, head back and eyes closed.
Maria didn't say anything, but slid to her knees again. Without looking down, Michael slipped his fingers into her hair.
"Snap, crackle, pop, Rice Krispies," Maria sing-songed, and he could hear the smile on her face as she moved in again. Her breath was a warm breeze over his aching flesh as she murmured, "Breakfast time."
He whimpered.
Her hand wrapped around him, holding him up, as her mouth enveloped his erection, taking him deep on the first pass.
"Fuck!" Michael gasped, his hands tightening in her hair. He started rocking his hips, thrusting into her mouth as she moved back and forth in time with his strokes.
This had to be a look at heaven. Her mouth was warm and wet around him, like her pussy. Michael imagined himself thrusting over and over again into her soft, hot core, and moaned with pleasure as her tongue swirled around him.
His tip reached her throat, and he almost fell over with surprise when she hummed a short, tuneless melody. The stimulation vibrated along his dick, and he cried out. "God! Baby...!"
Maria's free hand gripped his hip, half to steady herself, half to add to his arousal. He growled with satisfaction as she slid her hand down to his leg and hooked it around the back, so her fingers brushed the sensitive flesh of his inner thigh. "Yessss..." he moaned. "Maria, baby, ride me...."
She nodded, jarring him a little and making him hiss, and her motions picked up speed. She took him into her throat, humming again, and he had to bite his own lip to keep from calling out her name. Damn, he was getting close.
Maria must have sensed the same thing, because she paused for a second, then pushed forward, grazing her teeth along his flesh.
"MARIA!" Michael cried, thrusting forward. His muscles trembled, and he gasped with release as he came, his hot semen shooting down her throat. He felt her swallow a several times, and whimpered with pleasure, see-sawing a few more times back and forth into her mouth.
Eventually, she pulled back, letting his flaccid dick slide from her mouth. Michael choked back a groan as she released him entirely, and he had to lean on the wall completely in order to stay standing.
Maria slowly moved up his body, nudging him here and there with her nose, until she was upright and could kiss his chin. "Hello, Mr. Guerin," she murmured. "This is your morning wake up call. Did you enjoy it?" She grinned.
Michael gazed at her for a second, a little dazed. Then, he grinned as well. "You little..." She laughed as he wrapped his arms around her tightly and pulled her tight against him, kissing her long and hard.
"I'll get you back for this," he growled against her mouth, kissing her again.
"Mmmm, can't wait," she purred next time they separated.
She didn't have to wait long.
**********
"And $2.50's your change, ma'am," Maria Deluca said cheerfully as she handed the rotund woman with the squealing baby the money. "Thank you for eating at the Crashdown. Have a nice night."
"Whatever," the woman muttered, hefting Spitting Cobra Child-- as Maria had dubbed the little monster-- onto her hip and trundling out the door.
"Fuck you," Maria mumbled under her breath as the door swung shut and she could be sure the woman wouldn't hear her.
"No, I think I want to fuck YOU."
Her eyes widened, and she looked down. "Michael!" she hissed. "What the hell are you doing down there!"
Michael grinned up at her. "Getting a little payback," he whispered, winking at her.
He must have crawled behind the counter from the kitchen to where she stood manning the register, her duty for the next hour. "Michael, you can't!" she whispered, keeping her eye on the teeming restaurant. "Someone'll see!"
"Maybe, but I guarantee they'll like the show," he murmured, and crawled between her legs.
"Michael!" she hissed, trying to stop him.
"Excuse me, miss. I'd like to pay?"
She looked up, a little wild-eyed. "Yes!" she yelped at the customer-- a rather nerdy looking man with wire-rimmed glasses and a two-tone plaid jacket. "Yes, I bet you do!"
She reached out and snagged the man's bill and money, just as Michael's fingers pushed the crotch of her panties aside and his tongue flicked along her cleft. "Shit!"
"Excuse me?" the man asked, a little offended, and probably a little afraid.
"Shit, we don't have any fives! All your change will have to be ones!" Maria gasped, opening the cash register and trying not to focus on the hot, wet, probing tongue exploring her body.
"Okaaay... That's fine then," Nerd Boy said.
Maria quickly rang up the bill and handed the man his change. "Have a nice night!" she squeaked as Michael's tongue delved deeply into her body.
"I will. You too!" Nerd Boy said, heading for the door just as Michael's hand slid up her leg to find her clit.
"I WILL!" she yelped.
Michael's tongue slid from her body just long enough for him to murmur, "Yes, you will." Then he tweaked her clit harder and slipped his tongue back into her wet sheath.
Maria moaned. A family of ten, finishing what looked like a five course meal, would need to pay soon, and she could barely add one and one because of the alien between her legs who was probing her g-spot with his incredibly dextrous tongue.
"Fuuuck..."she whispered, leaning on the cash register.
She heard him chuckle and he pinched her clit again.
With a gasp, she came, and felt him open his mouth to drink down the warm fluid. Wow-- she must have been more aroused than even SHE'D assumed.
She rested for a few seconds, her hands massaging the sides of the cash register like a lover's shoulder blades.
"Now shoo...punk," she panted eventually, watching the enormous family start to gather their things together.
But Michael didn't move.
"Michael!" she hissed as the family approached the register. "Get away!"
"Ain't payback a bitch?" he murmured wickedly, and slid his tongue into her body again.
THE END