That was a big part of why I suggested the sex tapes. I thought it’d give our sex life some much needed spice, and heat things up enough for me to stay interested. But that was Satan, and this was Micah.
Five minutes under his ministrations, and I knew our sex life wouldn’t need any more extra spice. The man was a five-alarm fire with nothing but his hand, his dick, and a magazine, but the two of us together...?
Three fingers slid past my entrance, and spread—stretching my walls for the coming reckoning—and I swear I opened my eyes to see if true sparks were coming off my body, ready and willing to set us both alight.
“Oh, fuck, yes, right there,” I moaned, eyes rolling up in my head. “Ah!”
“Oooh, I’m loving the soundtrack, baby.” Pulling back, he positioned his hand, and started drilling my pussy like a jackhammer. “Did you become a screamer for your side piece?”
“Ahh!” I screamed, legs flying up and heels banging on the porcelain. “There is—no side piece!”
“Well, you would say that,” he replied, amusement lacing his voice. “Because the prenup says you’ll get nothing from divorcing Rhodes if you’re caught cheating.”
“No one is getting divorced,” I forced through gritted teeth. I swear, men perfected the art of making women want to punch them in the head even in the midst of being brought to orgasm. “You want rid of me so badly, you can keep your money and I’ll just go. How many times do I have to say it?”
“No more times, gorgeous. We already didn’t believe you the first time.”
“You—!”
He struck that spot, bending down to flick my clit with his tongue in rapid succession.
I came hard—jerking and shuddering on the rim until I popped off and took Micah down with me. Despite being a complete and total ass, he held me as I came down—running his fingers up and down my body, raising goose bumps on my flesh that scalding water couldn’t keep down.
Micah put his finger in his mouth, popped his cheek, and held it up. “That’s one down.”
“That’s your only one if you don’t stop being a jerk!” My irritation came roaring back. “Has anyone ever told you that sometimes it’s betternotto talk?”
He smirked, folding his arms behind his head, and lying there like a freaking pinup model posing under a waterfall. It wasn’t right for anyone to be this handsome!
“Nope, sorry. The same person who didn’t tell you, never told me either.”
I huffed. Rising up, I straddled him—poking his chest. “Wrong. I’ll have you know, I’m well-versed in the proper decorum of when it’s time to put my mouth to better use.” With that, I stretched out against his hard, inked chest... and traveled down.
“Wait, what?” His smirk washed away. “Are you serious? You’re really going to—?”
“Going to what?” I winked. “Blow you until you pop? I’m afraid I am, Spencer, so if you’ve got an objection, voice it n—”
“No,” he blurted—going from hot model to eager horndog in the blink of an eye. “No objection. Matter of fact, I’m going to try out that shutting-my-mouth thing if it means you won’t stop.”
There was no chance of me stopping. I wanted this man’s dick in my mouth more than I wanted a truckload of chocolate that would never hit my hips.
Palming his length, I had to stop just to marvel at it.
I didn’t want to keep comparing every guy to Dan, but even before I realized he was crap in bed and it would never get better, I didn’t remember ever having this kind of excitement for him.
Touching him, kissing him, pleasing him, and having him inside of me. None of that ever rose past the level of take-it-or-leave-it for me. Truth was, the spark was there with Dan, but never the passion. At that moment, I realized the passion wasn’t there for any of the guys life threw my way after circumstances took me away from Micah, Rhodes, and Alex.
After all this time... it’s still you.
I swallowed him to the hilt, filling every corner of my mouth with Micah, Micah, Micah.
Starting slow, I sucked till my cheeks caved in, drew up to the tip, swiped my tongue across the head, then sank back down—enveloping him down to my throat.
Micah choked. Every muscle beneath my body tensed like this little bit was enough to push him off the edge.
I didn’t know what I’d get in exchange for making him cum, but I was very excited to find out.
Rising up, Micah got himself to his feet and me to my knees—giving me the better angle he sensed I was looking for.
