I was mesmerised. I didn’t notice his eyes had slid open until I’d been fixated on his warm skin for a good ten minutes.Whoops. I let my hands drop. “Sorry.”
“Nah. Don’t you dare.” Micah grabbed my wrists. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
I wasn’t about to argue.
Micah rolled onto his back, and I resumed my journey across his chest and down to his ripped abs. He so often claimed he was out of shape, but if this was what he looked like after a rough year, there was no way I’d have been able to handle him before.
Not that the state of his abs had much to do with how obsessed I was with him. Micah was ridiculously gorgeous, but it wasn’t his fine bones and smooth skin that had captivated me since we’d met. It was his subtle kindness, gentle manner, and sardonic sense of humour. I laughed when he laughed, even when he was taking the piss out of me, and I smiled when he smiled because it was like the sun on a winter morning.
As poetic as all that was, though, I couldn’t deny that the waistband of his sweatpants called to me. With his gaze tracking my every move, I fished the jar of coconut oil I used for, er, stuff, out of the bedside table. I straddled him, careful to keep my weight off his legs, and eased his sweats down.
He was already hard, and my blood heated at the sight of him. It seemed like a lifetime had been and gone since the very first time I’d had him so ready and willing for me to touch him like this, and he hadn’t let me since. He’d been too obsessed with sucking my dick, and I’d lacked the willpower to protest.
I smoothed the silky oil over my hands. Micah licked his lips, a smirk forming, but it evaporated with his low groan as I closed slick fingers around his cock. He tipped his head back and a full-body shiver shuddered through him.
“Fuck.”
“Yeah? You like that?”
“Yeah.”
I worked him slowly, torturing myself as much as him, teasing gravelly moans from him, revelling in the spasms that jerked his muscles. Sweat beaded his skin, and a flush crept over his chest. Every part of him moved with my hands, and watching him come undone was the hottest thing I’d ever seen.
He came hard, arching his back from the bed, hands curled in fists around the sheets. “Oh god, oh god.”
Sticky warmth coated my hands, but I kept jerking him until he wrenched himself free and yanked me up the bed. “Come in my mouth.”
I was powerless to refuse. I pushed my cock between his lips and slid down his throat, my every nerve on fire. I’d never been so turned on in my life, and I’d spenta lotof time with my dick in my hand.
Micah’s mouth was something else. Hot, tight, and wet, I imagined what it would feel like to fuck him with my cock as slowly as I had with my hands. To slide inside him and make him scream. The mere thought of it was my undoing, too much and yet nowhere near enough. Pleasure sluiced through me, and I came with a strangled yell.
Panting, I climbed off him and collapsed in a heap beside him. The TV had turned itself off and we were in darkness.
Micah found my hand and squeezed. “You broke the relaxy things.”
15
Micah
“I want to come with you.”
Sam pulled his jeans up his legs and retrieved last night’s T-shirt from the floor. “To the library? Again?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
Cos I want to be with you every fucking second before you go to work later.“I like the library.”
His face split in half with the kind of smile I hadn’t seen from him in weeks. “Really?”
“Yeah. It’s all quiet and shit. Like a spa without all the slime they smear on you.”
“Sounds like you have experience in such things.”
I sat up on my elbows, already resenting the loss of him pressed into my side as we’d slept in his bed. Fuckingmourningit. “Football clubs have links with swanky health clubs. Lots of players own them too, so you end up having to go and pretend you enjoy that shit so they can put your name on their list of patrons to attract idiots who think it matters.”
Sam shook his head. “I’ll never understand that life.”
