How would Micah do this? He’d make me suck his finger first so that the cool air on his wet finger would drive me crazy as it swirled around my nipple.
I run my finger back up to my mouth, swirling my tongue around it in soft, lazy circles, releasing it with a pop. I suck in a breath at the cool sensation against my nipple. Reaching my other hand up to take care of the other one, I flick it a few times because Micah would never let me get too comfortable. Torturing me with the delicious balance of pleasure and pain.
Biting my lip to keep the volume of my moans down, I let my fingers find their way down my stomach and into my shorts. Pushing my panties to the side, I’m already wet for him.
If this were him, he’d take his time swirling his finger around my clit, making me dizzy with need before finally slipping at least two fingers inside of me. The sounds of my wetness fill the room, and I sink farther into the couch, pressing my feet into the cushions to keep myself grounded.
This isn’t enough. It’s good, damn good, but I need him. I need the flat of his tongue against my clit and the weight of his fingers inside me.
The pressure of my thumb forces a guttural groan from me at the same exact time the door swings open.
I freeze in place, my hands still in my shorts and my nipples exposed.
Fuck. I don’t have to lift my head to know Micah is staring at my mostly naked body, fully aware of what I was doing. Why didn’t I bring a damn blanket out here so I could at least cover up?
I hear the sounds of his heavy footsteps heading my way, but instead of approaching me, they pass me. A bag hits the kitchen counter and the fridge opens. I stay as still as possible, not wanting to bring the slightest bit of attention to myself while Micah opens what sounds like a bottle of soda.
“Don’t stop on my account. Good night,” he says, his footsteps retreating to his room.
What. The. Fuck?
I slip my fingers out and put my panties and shirt back in place. I’m frozen.
I want to go back to my room. But if I do that, he’ll know what I’m doing and that doesn’t sit right with me, even though it shouldn’t matter because he’s already been given a show.
This was supposed to take some of the pressure off, but now I’ve made it worse. And to top it all off, I’m left here frustrated and unsatisfied.
My breath hitches when Micah’s door opens again. I silently beg him to put me out of my misery and stay in his room for the rest of the night, but his footsteps continue growing louder, more focused.
“What do you want, Dani?” he asks in a husky voice.
I look up at him and the ravenous look on his face has me clenching my core. “What do you mean?” My voice quivers.
“Do you want to come?”
I bite my lip. I desperately do.
“Answer me, Storm,” he barks.
“Yes.”
He sinks to his knees behind me, his lips resting on the shell of my ear. “Then put your fingers back inside your pretty little pussy and start again.”
Just the sound of his voice when he’s like this has me close. I lift my hips off the couch so I can pull my shorts and panties down. I want him to see what he’s doing to me.
“Shirt too,” he demands.
I lift the tank top over my head and throw it across the room.
“Good. Now, what are you waiting for? Make yourself come, Dani.”
My fingers slip inside my pussy again, and this time I add a third, trying to stretch myself the way he would. I pump my fingers in and out, alternating between fast and slow strokes.
He makes atsksound in my ear, and I bite my lip until it almost bleeds. “Is that how I would do it, Dani?”
Oh fuck.
“Is that how I would fuck you?”
