It only takes a second of me squeezing my thighs around his hips to remember that once again, he’s still hard, because I’m fucking selfish. I break the kiss. I’m not sure what I’m supposed to do here, but I want to do something.
I reach for his crotch again, and he freezes. His hand comes to grab mine, and he looks at me with a tense expression.
“You don’t have to.”
I huff and find my voice. “I want to. Let me make you feel good, Bambi. Please.”
Again, please is always the magic word. He softens and lets go of my hand. Then, as if he had to think about it, he rolls onto his back. Like he’s giving me free rein.
I don’t know what to do. But I know what I want.
I want to taste him.
I’ve never wanted to put my mouth on someone’s junk in my life. I honestly thought it was something we were all just doing to each other out of politeness or obligation. But right now, with Micah staring at me through half-lidded eyes and his erection straining through the fabric of his sweats, I want nothing more than to know what his release tastes like on my tongue.
I know it would be the culmination of all thissomethingthat’s been building and building around us since last night.
There’s no sense in hesitating. I unceremoniously tug down his pants, freeing his cock abruptly enough that it slaps against his stomach. It’s swollen and blush-red at the tip, with a long string of glistening precum drawn between the slit and the spot on his stomach it just touched.
I crawl forward and situate myself between his legs. He’s watching me with a certain hesitance, but I don’t let any of that in. Instead, I wrap my fingers around the base of his cock—way too long and thick for his lithe little body—and then slide the tip into my mouth.
I shove as much of it as I can in there. My mouth waters immediately, and I’m choking and gagging, but I don’t quit. Because Micah—my Micah—is coming undone, cursing up a storm, his back bowing off the bed, his hands flying down to thread his fingers through my hair as he hisses “Jesus fucking Christ, Tadhg”and then moans.
There’s not going to be any finesse here, so I just go for it. I’m relentless. I bob up and down on his dick, running my tongue along any part of it I can reach, tasting as much of him as I can. I let it hit the back of my throat over and over, filling the room with the sounds of my gagging and making Micah pull my hair and gasp every time.
“Fuck,” he hisses. “I’m almost?—”
But he’s not almost, he’s there. Barely a few minutes after I started my savage assault on his dick, it throbs in my mouth—which is a bizarre sensation that I don’t totally hate—and then I’m choking on his cum as well as his cockhead.
It’s a mess. There’s spit and cum everywhere. I’m sure I’m bright red and there are tears running down my face, and I’m still a little shaky from whatever fucking ass-magic he pulled on me a few minutes ago.
But I don’t care. Because not just seeing him come undone, but actually feeling it—under my hands, under my body, in my mouth—was incredible.
He’s breathing hard, his hips still jerking a little and his hands still tugging at my hair.
“Mother fucking Mary, Tadhg. What the fuck?” he breathes before letting go of my hair and collapsing backwards on the bed.
I don’t even try to hide the smile that takes over my face. That was one of the most satisfying things I’ve ever done. Even if I know I have a complicated knot of feelings and circumstances to unknot about it later. Right now, I just want to bask in the good.
“Come here, doll,” he says, making grabby hands at me until I move further up the bed. “Who’s my good little cocksucker?” he murmurs before pulling me unceremoniously over his body with more strength than I give him credit for and immediately shoves his tongue in my disgusting, messy mouth.
There are fluidseverywhere. Neither of us gives a fuck.
Everything feels too good right now to care.
We kiss for a long time like that—sticky and debauched. Until Micah finally grabs the meat of my ass and jiggles it so playfully that I can’t help but smile, his face smiling back at me from only a few inches away.
I’ve never had this before. This weird bubble of something. Like we’re the only two people in the world that exist.
Although that’s not completely true, I guess.
“What?” he asks, reading the shift of my thoughts on my face.
“I was thinking about how this feels. It’s like the rest of the world is some unreachable distance away, and the only thing that matters is us.” Heat crawls up my cheeks, because I didn’t intend for that to come out with quite so much brutal honesty, but it’s too late to take it back now. “But that’s probably what normal people feel when they’re sleeping with someone, right? Except, the only thing it reminded me of is what it was like when we were kids, and we would be able to hide away together. The times when we knew Da was out and your mom was gone or in a good mood and we could just exist together for a while. That felt like this.”Safe.But I can’t bring myself to voice. “And I can’t figure out if that’s… fucked up or not, I guess.”
Micah’s lips part on the start of a vowel, but no sound comes out. He watches me for a moment, his eyes flicking back and forth to take in the different parts of my face like he’s searching for something I’m not saying.
Then his hand cups my cheek, and his thumb strokes over the arch of my cheekbone, and I don’t even bother to pretend I’m not pushing into the contact with a soft sigh.
