My breath shortens as I try to imagine how it would feel to have him inside my mouth, how much of him I could take. It makes me gasp as though he’s already swelling above my tongue, banging into the back of my throat.
Would he fit? How would I breathe?
Would he compliment me if I did it right? Tell me how good it felt? Direct me until I knew exactly how to give him what he needs?
My tongue sticks fast to my hard palate as I open my eyes again. Even though he’s right in front of me, it’s suddenly hard to focus.
“What about a man going down on you?” His fingers continue their journey, stroking the soft skin above my bra.
Another shake of my head, afraid too much movement will destroy this moment. As much as I wanted it to end a second ago, now I want it to go on forever. Even if I don’t understand what’s going on. Especially because I don’t understand what’s going on.
His mouth seeks my ear, brushing against the lobe as he whispers, “Would you like me to?”
It feels like an impossible task to raise my chin and meet his gaze, but I manage to do it. “I don’t know.” My lips twist as I fight back a wave of embarrassment. There isn’t room with everything else I’m feeling. “What is it like?”
“Well, I can’t speak from firsthand experience, but I have it on good authority it’s very nice.” Micah’s smile is so powerful it reaches out and tugs a similar response from my lips. “Like when you touch yourself but much, much better.”
I freeze, and his lips curve more.
“You’ve never…?”
I struggle against him again, wanting to go back to a reset point where things were safer. But Micah doesn’t let me.
“We’re going to your room, okay?”
“I don’t want to.”
His chuckle vibrates out across my skin. “Oh, but I don’t believe that for a second.”
When he takes a step back, I try to stay in place, but a simple tug pulls me towards him. He lifts me, one arm under my legs and the other cradling my back, and swiftly walks us upstairs and along the corridor. After kicking open the door to my room, he throws me on the bed.
I scramble to the side, trying to get to a safer piece of furniture, but Micah leaps on top of me, trapping me between his hands and knees until he has me pinned. “Don’t struggle. This isn’t a punishment.”
“How do you know? I might hate it.”
“The entire world would disagree with you.”
“Maybe I’m asexual.”
He tilts his head, glancing at my burning hot cheeks, my swollen lips, my chest rising and falling with every shortened breath. “Yeah. No.” When he reaches under my t-shirt, every muscle in my torso tenses. “Just relax. Nothing is going to happen unless you want it to, all right? If you need me to stop, I’ll stop.”
It’s so hard to breathe. So hard to think. “Okay.”
“Come here.” He rolls to the side and pulls me against him. “I understand the whole virgin thing is important to your dad but why haven’t you touched yourself? Weren’t you curious?”
“I don’t know.” My eyes flick to the corners of the room as my tongue shoots out to lick my lips.
“You had cameras?”
I shrug and bury my face into the bed, so I don’t have to look at him while I answer. “Maybe. They weren’t there to catch me doing…that, but…”
“Well, your dad doesn’t have a view into this room, I can promise you.” He strokes my hair, then pulls a ringlet out to its full length and lets it go before doing the same again.
“What are you doing?”
“I love your hair. It’s fascinating.”
“They’re curls.” I pull my face away from the bed long enough to cock an eyebrow at him. “If you find that fascinating, I know about this thing called a braid that’s going to blow your mind.”
