Micah grinned at me.
“Can I shower at your house?” I asked, waggling my eyebrows.
His breath hitched. “Yes.”
“Go,” I said, turning him around and giving him a little push. He laughed but listened to me, rushing out to go find his car.
I was a complete wreck driving over to his place, and I barely remembered to stop and grab my bag of clean clothes out of the trunk on the way to the front door. Micah’s Kia was already in the driveway. I had only stepped one foot inside the house when my bag was shoved off my shoulder, and Micah kissed me, pushing me back against the door, which closed with abang.
“Fucking beautiful,” I said, then kissed him harder, sucking on the tip of his tongue.
Micah trembled against me, and I wasn’t sure what was going on—if he was that turned on or worried because we hadn’t had sex in so long. As much as I fucking hated to slow down, I leaned back and caught his gaze with mine.
“Are you okay?”
He nodded and smiled. “Yes! I love you! I’ve never said that out loudandfelt it inside. I’ve never felt it before you.”
Pride powered through me, and I was excited when I dragged him back in for another kiss. Not long later we were ripping at each other’s clothing, and finesse was thrown directly out the window. The shoes and socks went first. I tossed away my own shirt, and he tugged his off, and our pants followed. For a second, it was like we were stuck just staring at each other. His gaze trailed over my chest and down to my dick, and I couldn’t stop looking at the blissed out, needy expression that passed across his face. His lips parted, and his dick strained toward his belly button, the rosy head gleaming with a drop of precum that I wanted to smear everywhere before licking it off my fingers.
“Get on your hands and knees. You want my tongue in your hole, don’t you? Show it to me,” I demanded. I was sweaty and my muscles were already starting to ache, but none of that was going to stop me from having him right fucking now.
He nodded, and I groaned when he got on the floor. Micah wasn’t the type of guy who worked out like crazy, but he usually picked walking over driving when that was an option, and I loved the rounded globes of his ass as he pointed them toward me. I kicked my bag closer, then got on my knees behind him.
“Get comfortable.” I put my hand on his upper back and shoved, and he lowered himself, resting his cheek on his crossed arms.
“Like this?” he asked, and I was blown away by the breathiness in his voice.
“Just like that. Don’t move.”
I spread his rounded cheeks and looked at the pink hole I wanted to pound my dick into. My entire body ran hot as my dick throbbed, and I swore my soul left my fucking body for a second. I needed this—needed Micah—in the worst way possible. I bent forward and lapped, torturing him. He quickly became restless, and I didn’t have teasing in me at this point. I jammed my tongue into his body, and he cried out. He sank more toward the floor and shoved his ass against my face, and I burrowed in. I loved the musk and the way I could feel his body trying to squeeze me out. Everything about this made my dick harder.
Micah whimpered nonstop, and I snagged my bag, dragging it closer. My hands shook as I unzipped the pocket on the end and tugged out a bottle of the pink lube we’d been using. I didn’t hesitate to squirt some on his hole, and then I used my tongue to work it into him, the sweet candy flavor a shock on my taste buds. This was my new happy spot. I took my time, squirting more lube onto him, then stuffing it inside him with the tip of my tongue. After he was loose, I tried to get deeper. I spread his cheeks and pressed as close as I could, attempting to touch his prostate. I didn’t know if it worked or not, but his hips jerked forward, and I had to grab him and drag him back, holding tight so I could continue to torture him.
I ate his ass until he was mumbling my name under his breath on a loop. Micah chanting my name was the best music I’d ever heard in my life. My dick surged, and an unbearably needy throb pounded in my cockhead.
I hesitated, and instead of fumbling for a condom, I sat back. I took my time pulling the condom out of the bag and let out a long breath.
“Do you want to wear a condom?” he asked, surprising me.
I stared at him. Was this a trick question? “I want to do what makes you comfortable.”
“You don’t have to, I trust you.” He swallowed hard. “I thought about this, about what I wanted to happen when we did this again.”
My chest felt warm and light, and I didn’t have a chance in hell of fighting off the smile that took over my face. “You knew we were going to get here again?”
“I hoped.”
He sat up on his knees and took the lube from me, and I tossed the condom back in the bag. I held still as he slicked me up, but my fingers and toes kept twitching and my mind shut down as I stared into his stormy eyes. He ran his thumb over my cockhead, and I moaned, sliding closer. My dick bumped against his as I shoved him backward, careful not to let his head clonk against the floor. I kissed him, and once I had him on his back, he wrapped his legs around me. For a while my whole world was devouring his lips and rubbing our slippery dicks together, but eventually it all got to be too much, and I had to get inside him.
I caressed my hands along his thighs and lifted his calves to my shoulders, then moved forward, bending him in half. His head dropped back and he stared at me as I lined up with his hole. The pressure of pushing into his body made my pulse pound in my ears as heat twisted into a knot in my gut, and as I slid in, my eyes rolled back in my head. This was the ultimate experience. I’d loved his blowjobs and sex with a condom, but feeling the scalding heat of the inside of his body against my dick had me shuddering the second my groin touched his asscheeks.
“You’re so hard, and I can feel your skin against my hole,” he whispered.
“Oh my fucking God, I’ve never done this,” I said, then bent forward and kissed him until I had to stop so I could breathe.
“Neither have I. I trust you with everything.”
Those words lit a fire in me, and I pulled out and slid back into the tight grip of his body. Then I picked up speed. I’d thought I’d been working out during the game, but I slid my fingers between his, then held him down while I fucked him until sweat stung my eyes. He writhed and yelled out underneath me when I angled my hips slightly differently, and as soon as that started happening, I refused to move from that spot. I wanted him to come on my dick, especially since it was bare inside him. I was enjoying every ripple of his muscles pressed against me.
