"Oh, yesss…" I moaned as I ground down harder against his mouth, helping to further stoke the flame that ignited deep within with my belly.
Every few strokes of his tongue, Michael stopped to send a warm breath along my clit before going right back and doing it all again. He worked a steady, maddening pace that threatened to annihilate me. I arched into the sensation, and let out a huff of air as my fingers searched down my body to snake into his soft hair.
"Fuck, that’s good." I wiggled slightly to increase the pressure of his tongue. "You can fucking eat me out any day of the week."
"Can I, now?" He lifted his head, bringing my pleasure to a halt, eyes blazing as my chest rose and fell with each labored breath I sucked into my trembling frame.
I only nodded and pushed my hips up in a way to urge him back to me, but he shook his head.
"So greedy." His fingers curled against that sensitive spot inside me. “I love it when you get like this. When your body says what you won’t.”
"Michael…” His name was a breathless, defenseless moan. I wasn’t in any position to pretend he didn’t have me in the palm of his hand.
"Is this what you want?" He thrust two fingers into me, hard.
"Yes."
"Yes, what?"
I bit down on my lips and whimpered, trying to hold onto some semblance of power and control. It was probably a good idea to get this over with quickly, given how anyone could walk in here.Miller, who forgot something in his office. Gabe, who suddenly found something to say to us about what this all meant.
But for now, the bar was deserted, and it was all ours. I wanted Michael to take whatever time he needed.
Besides, the thought of being caught sent a thrill of arousal coursing through me, setting my skin on fire.
“I can’t hear you, Kayla.”
Our eyes met, and I caught the glint of mischief shining in his gaze.
"That’s fine." I pushed my own fingers down my body to find my clit, and began stroking, my hips rocking to push me closer to the edge. And as soon as I could feel the muscles low in my stomach tightening like a coil, Michael pulled my fingers from my own skin, pinning both hands above my head.
“That’s not allowed.” His fingers wrapped roughly around my wrists.
"You're going to regret this." Pushing up toward him, I pressed my breasts against his chest, the feeling sending shocks over my wildly sensitive skin.
"One day, maybe. But for now I'll enjoy it very much."
My teeth sought out his lip, biting down hard enough to make him cry out. It did the trick, and he released me, taking his attention back between my legs. His tongue teased me open and he went for it.
I closed my eyes and surrendered to him, clawing at the edges of the bar. "Fuck, yes, like that. Just like that."
My breathing picked back up to the same shuddering rhythm I had before as I began to move my hips in the same motion as his tongue worked on my clit. It felt like waves lapping the shore, my climax looming over me. The coil deep within my stomachtightened, my hips moving in a messy pattern now as heat enveloped my skin. With nails digging into his arm, I arched my back and allowed the sweet waves of my orgasm to crash over me and sweep me up into bliss.
Michael removed his fingers from my core and greedily sucked them clean, the sound of my breathy moans punctuating the tension rising between us. Licking off the glistening remnants of my arousal on his lips, he nudged my knees to part even wider for him.
"I don’t need to say it." His gaze was locked on my pussy, and he was probably right.
But.
"I like to hear it,” I said, my voice a low moan as I tilted my head.
“I love being inside you,” Michael whispered.
He crawled over me again, his lips locking with mine in an agonizingly slow kiss. Taking his time, he parted my lips with his own, slipping his tongue into the warmth of my mouth. I wrapped my legs around his waist, giving him a silent urge to get where he needed to be. Lifting onto his forearms, without breaking the contact of our lips, he positioned himself just right before pushing as deep as he could. He released a hot, shaky breath into my mouth, and I drank in the wave of pleasure that coursed through his body. Even though he wasn't moving his hips, my soaked walls gripped his cock so tight I thought he’d come that very second.
"Fuck, Kayla. Are you doing that on purpose?"
"Doing what?" I asked coyly, my tongue snaking out to lick his lower lip. "This?" My walls clenched again, before relenting just slightly. "Maybe I am..."
