I balanced on my toes, holding tight to his ass as I bobbed, sucked, and slurped his cock like a lollipop.
“Mmh hmh mgh!” Micah groaned, biting hard on his lips. Keeping his promise to shut up was likely a joke, and it was a good one because it was making me laugh.
I couldn’t help but giggle every time I looked at his red-cheeked, constipated face—holding on to the filthy promises he wanted to pour on me.
It was wrong, and it was weird, and it was unearned, but I loved this. I loved that we blew past all that first-date/first-time fumbling, and were already at the point of being silly and comfortable with each other during sex.
“Mhh mmm gghh!” His muffled nonsense was quickly followed by his muscles tightening like bowstrings.
I got the message easily. Relaxing my throat, I opened up and accepted all he had to give me.
Groaning, Micah fell against the wall—howling behind his teeth while he came like a fire hose.
“Fluffy-backed tit-babbling booby!” he shouted, dropping to his knees and slipping out of my teeth with a pop. “Now I’m really fucking pissed at you!”
“What?” I cried, brows bouncing up to my hairline. “What are you talking about?”
“Ten years, Sue!” Micah glared fit to send me scurrying out the door. “Ten years you’ve refused to give me a blowjob because they’redegradinganddisgusting, and the whole time, that’s what I was missing!
“Was this your plan?” he demanded, making me squeak. “To wait until you fucked up our marriage beyond recognition, so you could whip out your secret weapon and ruin me for the women who come after!”
“What the hell are you talking about?” I snapped. “See? This is why you should only speak with permission!”
“No, this is why I’m going to fuck you so hard, ten years of messing with me will become the best idea you ever had!”
“Wha—” That was all I had a chance to get out before strong, rough, calloused hands flipped me around and put me on my face.
Holding me down, Micah had my cheek on the porcelain and my ass in the air while I was still blinking the running water out of my eyes. A vague thought about condoms entered my mind, and then he was in, sinking so deep inside of me—a low, rumbling purr whispered through my lips, and he didn’t give me a chance to breathe it back in.
Pulling out to the tip, Micah slammed back in—nailing that spot with scary precision.
My lower belly contracted in exquisite pain, squirting hot, slick juices from my core that coated his dick—telling him more, more, and more without a word needed from me.
The mouthy asshole set a brutal pace, pounding my hole with the promise of making me regret—or be thankful for—the ten years he went without my blowjobs.
Wouldn’t have happened if you didn’t go on a date with the wrong twin, asshole!I shouted in my mind, but with my mouth, I cried, “Fuck, yes, Micah! Right there! Harder! Ugh argh!” I screamed, devolving into unintelligible nonsense.
Everywhere he touched sent shockwaves through my body—warming me, chilling me, exciting me, and frightening me all at the same time. Like tumbling out of an airplane with nothing but an oversized nylon bag strapped to my back—every second of being in that steamy bath with him felt dangerous, thrilling, and addictive.
How could I give Micah up? How could I give them all up? This wasn’t a failing marriage. It was a new relationship, and it was already off to an excellent start on the sexual compatibility front.
I bucked as he pumped, catching every one of his thrusts in perfect rhythm. My eyes were swimming. My moans gurgled through bathwater. My body was quivering down to the bones. I felt alive for the first time in my life, and never was I more thankful to be than when I walked away from the crash that almost killed me.
After shitting on me for nearly three decades, Hera finally rewarded my struggle with the third star of all of my naughty dreams—Micah Spencer.
He hit that spot and we both exploded, our cries mingling with the foggy air as pleasure and pain ripped through our bodies.
Micah collapsed on top of me, shielding me from the spray, but somehow filling me with more warmth and comfort. Just his skin on mine was enough to—
“Damn, that side piece has been teaching you a thing or three, baby. Are you sure he’s not a hooker?”
My foot snapped up, wapping him on the ass. “Are you sure you don’t want to look into getting that tongue surgically removed!”
Micah laughed unrepentantly. “I’m very sure about that, but the good news for you is, two orgasms earned you two days of me not bringing up your mister mistress—”
“Doesn’t exist!”
“—but...” His grin filled my vision. “How about we go for a third?”
