Did he? If you’d asked me a week ago, I might’ve said no, but Micah was changing with every day that he learned to trust himself, and this time, I believed him.
I worked him open, keeping his cock in my mouth to ground him. Tension warred with pleasure, and pleasure won. Sweat dampened Micah’s skin. He moaned low and sweet, and his thighs quivered. I found his prostate and grazed it.
He arched from the bed. “Fuckin’ Christ, do that with your dick.”
“Are you sure?”
“Sam.”
Despite the vow I’d made when I’d led him in here, I was never going to make him beg for anything. I sat back on my heels and rolled a condom onto my aching dick. He was watching me again, lip caught between his teeth. This time I left it there and considered my options. Micah had pretty much bent me in half and fucked my brains out, but his leg didn’t flex like mine anymore, and the last thing I wanted was to cause him more pain.
I rolled him onto his side and pressed up behind him, one hand gripping the back of his neck, the other his hip. “This okay?”
“Yes. I want this. I wantyou.”
I pushed inside him, breaching the instant resistance his body threw up, inch by slow inch.
Wet heat enveloped me.Shit, he was so tight. I’d never felt anything like it. Pleasure shocks zipped through me, and I dug my fingers into his flesh, pressing my head between his shoulder blades.I can’t do this. I can’t be careful with him. I want him too damn much.
Micah reached back. He didn’t say anything. Just found my wrist and wrapped his fingers around it.
I closed my eyes, breathing as deeply as my taut nerves allowed. My cock slid inside him another inch, then another and another until I could go no further, and I swear stars exploded, the ones behind my eyes, at least. “So fucking good.”
Micah hummed, his fingers still a vice around my wrist. He circled his hips a fraction. More crazy sensations rocked me, and I forced myself to be present and not lose myself to this moment. I drew back, dragging my cock with me, watching with bated breath as Micah instinctively chased me. “Yeah. Come and get it.”
If it hurt, he didn’t let me know. He ground back on me, finding a groove that suited him until I was losing my fucking mind. Patience and coherent thought abandoned me. I tightened the hand still gripping his neck and thrust into him.
Micah cried out and scrabbled for balance on the bed. I did it again, and again, and again, daring him to stop me.
He didn’t, so I kept fucking him, driving inside him over and over as filth poured out of my mouth and into his ear. Flesh slapped against flesh. Tender moments became heady pleasure as Micah flexed and arched against me, my name a chant on his lips.
He fell onto all fours, his chest flush with the mattress, hips in the air. Knowing he couldn’t hold the position for long, I hunched over him and screwed him harder.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck.” Micah widened his stance. “I’m gonna come so fucking hard.”
Yeah, you are.I leaned back, changing the angle. A ragged groan tore from my chest, and Micah answered me with a strangled yell.That’s it, that’s it. And then it hit me that I needed him to come because my own release was bearing down on me like a fucking avalanche, picking up speed and might with every drive inside him. “Do it. Come.”
As if he needed my permission. Watching him fall apart was everything. He clenched tight around me and went rigid with pleasure, his low moans rising in pitch until he was hoarse and gasping for breath.
He fell slack in my arms as it faded, but I wasn’t done with him. I surged inside him, chasing my own release, and just when I thought I’d combust, the force of it knocked me sideways. Wet warmth pulsed where we were joined, and I came with a crazed shout that rattled the walls.
It took a moment for the dust to settle and for me to come back to myself. I fought for breath, shaking in every limb, and piece by piece, the real world returned.
Micah was wrecked. I slipped out of him and tossed the condom. Then I eased him onto his back and smoothed his hair out of his face. “All right?”
He hummed, eyes shut, a soft half-smile playing on his lips. “Ask me in a minute.”
It was going to take longer than that, but I let it go and lay down beside him, the lingering heat of orgasm enough to keep us both warm. For a while, he was so quiet, I wondered if he’d fallen asleep. Then he sighed. “I feel like you’ve slipped me a magic pill.”
I glanced at him and found him wide awake and staring. “A good magic pill?”
“Yeah. I’ve never felt more myself than I do right now.”
I sat up and flicked the lamp on. Soft light surrounded us like the hug of an old friend. “I wish it was that simple, for lots of reasons. But you know I’d never change anything about you, don’t you?”
“I think so.” Micah sat up on his elbows. Soft smudges still coloured the skin beneath his eyes and I wondered if they’d ever fade, but beneath it all, something else simmered—hope, perhaps—that I’d never seen in him before. “And you know what? I’m okay with myself too. I’m gonna be on these meds for a long time, but I’d take them forever if I needed to and not care. I’m... happy, because I want to be. Does that make sense?”
“Not much about anything makes sense, Micah.”
