The possessive growl in response is more than enough reward for my demands. I plunge my hand into his waistband and reach down to cup his butt while my mouth returns to plunder the delicious bounty of his neck.
His fingers drag my panties down to my knees, then he pulls them tight to fasten my legs together.
“Is that a new model for a chastity belt,” I tease. “Because if so, I hate to tell you but you’re far too late.”
“Bed, you say.” Micah gathers me into his arms then pauses. “Which direction?”
I can hardly remember myself. “That one,” I finally say, pointing. “Unless you’d like to try out a more adventurous room?”
“Adventure would defeat my target of getting you out of these clothes as quickly as possible.”
“A worthwhile aim.”
We struggle to fulfil the ambition while also trying to touch, lick, and suck every inch of flesh as it’s exposed. Finally, we’re naked against each other and it’s like a fair with a dozen different temptations at every turn and only so much ability to try out each selection.
“On your knees,” Micah orders me while I have one hand wrapped most of the way around his hardened cock and the other tugging at the hairs closest to his neck. I defy him long enough to pull his right nipple into my mouth and it’s apparent that’s a mistake as he easily lifts me out of the treat zone despite my grasping hands and flips me over the way he wants me.
“Call this an apology?” I grumble and my reward is a quick set of slaps, which he rubs better with his enormous palm before I can mount another complaint.
He takes a fistful of my hair and drags my head back, my scalp alight with pain and pleasure. “Better watch that mouth,” he warns in such a deep tone that it seems to rumble up from the depths of hell. “You wouldn’t want to be denied your orgasm while I’m back here, taking my fill.”
The threat causes my ovaries to explode into flames but luckily there’s such a flood of longing between my legs that the resulting slickness is more than enough to extinguish any fire.
A fact Micah finds out for himself when he reaches over my hip to plunge his middle finger into me, up to the second knuckle, the heel of his palm bumping hard enough against me that my aching clit is in ecstasy.
I bear down, my muscles squeezing so tightly that when my orgasm hits, it tugs me like the beginnings of a charley horse. As I ride the wave through to completion, it eases, rocking me gently as I continue to move against Micah’s skilful hand.
“Guess my mouth can do what it likes now,” I say and giggle.
In punishment he withdraws his fingers and rolls me onto my back, then picks me up and turns me lengthwise, so my head leans off the edge of the bed.
I reach out for him, grasping his cock at the base and stroking it then reaching up to lick the tip, tasting the salty drops of precum.
The pillows I’d wasted time on arranging and rearranging are soon propped under my shoulders, raising me up to a height that leaves me in no doubt as to his intentions.
“Wait,” I say, the devil on my shoulder pulling me into temptation. “Don’t you think it’s too soon?”
“Too soon?” He bends over until his lips are hard against my right ear. “If you thought it was too soon for my cock in your throat, then you shouldn’t have invited me into your room, little girl. Now, you’re going to take exactly what I give you and you’re going to like it. Do you understand me?”
The command of his tone makes my chest break into gooseflesh and my hairs stand on end across my entire body. His eyes note the changes, and he growls with satisfaction, then grabs a handful of my hair and positions my head where he needs it to be.
I think of closing my mouth. Refusing to receive him. But the hooded eyes of the man standing over me don’t bear any resemblance to the Micah who teased me earlier. A shiver twists my back in a convulsion as I open wider, taking him inside me.
The angle is so different. I’m at his mercy, a thought that makes me squirm with more cravings than I thought possible.
He shoves deep into me. When he hits the back of my throat, he doesn’t stop. The positioning of my body allows him to keep going, keep forcing himself inside.
Micah lays his hand lightly across my throat, then withdraws so I can gasp in a breath. There’s something feral in his touch as he pushes forward again, the bulge in my throat hitting against his hand, so he can feel himself moving into me, filling me until I gag.
Tears stream from my eyes as I struggle to accept his entire length. It’s impossible. There isn’t room. But I still try, wanting as much of him as he wants to give.
When he pulls back the second time, he takes my right hand, loosely curled into a fist, and places it on his thick upper thigh. “This is your safe word now,” he tells me. “If you need me to stop, slap me twice.”
I think I’ll have to use it as his hips pump, moving his cock in and out of me in a rhythm that barely leaves me room to breathe. But I force my muscles to relax and that makes it easier. He strokes his thumb along my windpipe and the light pressure sends me soaring close to the edge.
“You look so beautiful like this,” he whispers, curling his free hand into my hair until the roots pulse in time with my heartbeat. “With my cock jammed into your throat.”
The words send so many excited messages flurrying around my body that it’s better than direct stimulation. I clench my thigh muscles and by giving myself that tiny friction I skate right up to the edge, a pulsating mess.
