His breath hitched in his throat as I carefully placed the prosthetic on the floor next to the chair. Between the openness with which we talked earlier and the unguarded manner in which he carried himself right now, I felt as if this was the first time I was seeing the real Micah.
And I loved every inch of him.
I wanted him.
Needed him.
I had every intention of telling him exactly what he needed to do to me right this second.
“Your mouth.” My command raised his lips into a lopsided smile, making my stomach twist in an anxious knot.
“Here?” he asked, pressing a hot, wet kiss to my inner thigh.
Shaking my head, I muttered, “Try again.”
Moving up a few inches, I felt his breath on my cock. “Here?” This time, he kept his lips pressed to my skin while looking up at me through his long, dark, thick eyelashes. He was hotter than any sin I’d ever dreamed up.
“Closer, but try again.” I was about two seconds away from begging, but the playful banter was turning me on just as much as his mouth dancing along my skin. The anticipation of his lips wrapping around my dick, of him pulling me to the back of his throat, had me on the edge of my seat.
Literally.
Draping his forearm on top of my thigh, he grasped my dick, holding it upright so the sensitive underside was exposed. His lips, so hot and so fucking wet, pressed at the base of my dick nearly made me jump out of my skin. “Here?” His question vibrated against my skin and I needed a minute to regain my sanity before saying anything. The added sensation of his hair tickling my thigh overwhelmed my senses.
When the world finally made sense again, I demanded, “All of it. Now.” My fingers dug into the tufted edges of the chair, my knuckles turning white under the pressure. Control. It was something I needed. I always had. But with Micah, I needed to let go even more. And I knew if his lips alone felt better than any orgasm I’d ever experienced, there was no way on earth I was going to be able to survive my cock in his mouth. Yet, when he made me wait another second, I gritted out, “Suck me. Now,” as if my life depended on it.
Covered under the veil of his hair, Micah traced his tongue up the length of my cock, leaving me wanting more and more with each inch. With my cock gripped firmly in his hand, he swirled his tongue around my head, and I was shocked that I didn’t come instantly.
With a slowness I didn’t think possible, Micah took me into his mouth. When his lips reached his hand, he moved his fingers out of the way, using them to pull his hair out of the way. Actually being able to see what he was doing made my dick throb with an insatiable need.
Hollowing his cheeks, he took me all the way into his throat, gagging slightly when my dick went just a little too far. But even that didn’t stop him. Tossing his hair to the side, he began using his hand again. The feel of his mouth, trailed by his tight grip . . . my fucking God! “Micah. Fuck,” I cursed, my hips shooting off the cushion.
As he worked me over with just his hand, he caught his breath. “You’re so fucking hard.” There was awe in his words.
“What did you expect?”
“It’s been a while,” he explained, circling my head with his wet thumb, before getting back to using his mouth. “I didn’t think I’d be any good.”
“Yeah,” I ground out as the pleasure shivered through my body. “How long?” Curiosity got the best of me, and despite feeling my orgasm gather at the base of my spine, I needed to know.
Pulling his hair out of his face again, he released my dick from his mouth. His eyes, wide and clear, looked deep into mine. “Not since you, Jude.”
What I wouldn’t give to be able to say the same thing to him. Even though none of them meant anything, they existed. The nights happened. I shared my body.
But never my heart.
That was something that always belonged to Micah. And now I had the second chance I never thought I would, I swore to myself that I wouldn’t screw it up.
The vulnerability in his eyes intensified my need for him. “I need you on the bed. Now.” Without hesitation, he stood in front of me, his hardened dick jutting out from his body. Extending his hand, he helped me up from the chair. And I was thankful for the extra support since his mouth had made my legs weak.
Once he reached the edge of the mattress, he hesitated. “You okay?” I asked, cupping my hand to his jaw.
“Yeah, just . . .” He paused, seeming to need a moment to gather his thoughts and damn what I wouldn’t give to know what was running through his head. But now wasn’t the time to play that game.
“Micah,” I spoke his name softly before pressing my lips to his collarbone. “It’s me. It’s us. Just go with it.”
And with that, he lowered himself to the bed, all vestiges of his worries floating away from us. “Lie back,” I directed, and he seemed to welcome the command in my voice. “Up against the headboard. And use your hand. Let me see you stroke yourself.” It took everything I had to peel my eyes away from him touching himself for me to find my jeans. Digging the condom and packet of lube out of my back pocket proved rather difficult when all I could think about was his thick, hard cock moving in his strong, capable hand.
The bed dipped under my weight, and I felt whole as I laid my body on top of his. Everything about this moment was absolutely perfect. His naked and marred skin pressed against mine. “Keep going,” I demanded. As I moved down his body, I kissed every inch of his skin my lips could get to. Loving his scars, I vowed to learn their story, make it a part of mine. Teasing him was not part of my plans, so as I trailed my tongue down his tight stomach, I made quick work of reaching his cock. Without any warning, I took his dick into my mouth, loving how flawless it felt on my lips. After getting him good and wet, I moved lower still, pushing his legs up to reveal more of his ass to my mouth.
