When we get back to Micah’s, I use his body to slam the door shut. He leans back against the door and lifts my thigh into his hand, his other hand grasping the back of my neck.
“I had a nice time tonight, Storm,” he says between kisses.
“I’m glad. But I’m mad at you.” I’m absolutely not mad, but I enjoy the growl that rumbles from deep in his chest when I say it.
“Mad at me, huh? How can I make it up to you?”
I press my hand into his chest and free myself from his grasp. I turn away from him, but when I hear him follow me, I whip back around. “I didn’t tell you to move.”
He licks his lips, motioning for me to carry on. Swishing my hips, I make my way to his couch. I make a show of stripping off every article of clothing except my panties. When I sink down onto the cushions, I lift one leg over the armrest and pull my panties to the side. “You wanna know how you can make it up to me? You can be a good boy and make me come.”
He starts to stalk over to me, but I once again lift up my hand to stop him. “Uh-uh. Crawl to me.”
His responding laugh is quiet, almost foreboding. When he’s in control again, he will make me pay for this, and I’m looking forward to that.
Slowly, he sinks to his knees and locks his eyes with mine. He lifts his shirt over his head, tossing it across the room. He looks like an animal stalking its prey as he makes his way over. My pussy clenches with anticipation.
Once he’s eye level with my pussy, he looks up to me for permission.
“What are you waiting for? Show me what a good boy you can be.”
He grabs me by the hips and pulls me down so my ass hangs off the couch. He tosses my legs in the air and lays his tongue flat against my center.
“Oh my God,” I cry out.
He moves his hands under my ass so he can lift my hips up in the air. The sound of fabric ripping brings my soul back down to its body in time to see the scraps of my panties float to the floor.
When I meet his eyes, there’s not an ounce of remorse. His only concern is the sounds I make as he wrings every drop of pleasure from my body.
He latches onto my clit and uses one of his hands to trace the rim of my ass. When his thumb dips into my puckered hole, my entire body screams.
It’s so good. It’s too fucking good.
I don’t even have a chance to tell him I’m going to come before I’m coating his face with my release. He swallows me down like I’m the best drink he’s had in a long time and he can’t get enough.
“Jesus, you are definitely a good boy,” I sigh.
“Nah, fuck that. I wanna be the best.” He scoops me into his arms and carries me to his bedroom.
He throws me onto the bed, but I scramble to my knees before he follows me down. “I didn’t give you permission to take control, did I?”
He growls his displeasure. “No, you didn’t.”
“No, what?” I climb from the bed, eyes glued to him as I strut around until we’re face-to-face with his back toward the bed.
He licks his lips as he takes in my naked form, my inner thighs glistening with my own release. “No, ma’am.”
I tap his nose, laughing when he blinks in surprise. “Good boy. Take off your pants.”
He pulls down his pants, stepping out of them with no issue. When I lift my eyebrow, he rushes to ditch the briefs as well.
“You really are good at following directions.”
“For you? Always.”
“Hmm, we’ll see about that.” I grab his wrist and yank him toward me, turning our bodies in the opposite direction. “Now get on the floor,” I say as I give him a slight push.
He lets me move him as he falls to his butt. “How can I serve you now, Storm?”
