“Lin-Linden,” he breathes, his voice raspy.
I open my mouth wider, experimentally touching my tongue against the underside of Micah’s erection. His hips jerk forward, and he loses his seat on the tree. He slips forward, right toward me.
Stumbling, I hold on to him until his feet are back on the ground. Breathing heavily, Micah leans back against the tree, resting both his hands on my shoulders.
For a moment, we both stand there, Micah with his shorts pulled low, me grabbing his hips. I don't know who laughs first, but suddenly, we’re clutching at each other, wheezing.
“God, all this is so much harder than they make it sound in the books!” I snicker, leaning my forehead against Micah’s chest.
“Tell me about it!” Micah groans, gesturing to where his erection is jutting out from his crotch. It curves up to his stomach, the tip glistening. The sight makes me bite my lip, unable to hold down a quiet moan.
“Still hot,” I breathe, then sink to my knees.
Above me, Micah splutters. His arms fumble, looking for something to hold onto. One finds its way to my shoulder; the other reaches for the trunk behind him.
My own hands push him back against the tree, making sure he won't slip again. Then I descend on him, curiously testing the feel of the short, wiry hairs under his navel against my lips, my cheeks. Micah's erection radiates warmth where it's nudging against the side of my neck. Tentatively, I free one of my hands to wrap my fingers around it, shuddering when, like in the car, it's huge in my hand.
I trace the veins with my thumb, then, after a moment of hesitation, follow the same path with my tongue.
Above me, Micah groans again. His thighs are shaking next to my head.
There's no better incentive to part my lips and take him into my mouth. His taste is overwhelming at first, musky and tangy. I'm not sure yet if I like it, but the heavy feeling of him against my tongue, stretching my lips when I carefully inch down, is intoxicating enough to go back for a second try.
On my third, I hollow my cheeks, sucking experimentally. When I bob my head, the tip of Micah's dick nudges against the roof of my mouth, and I have to pull back before I gag. Huffing with determination, I lap along his shaft, curling my fingers around his base to hold him steady as I sink down again, slower this time.
But I gag again, wincing.
“Sorry, I—”
“Oh fuck, keep going,please.” Micah's voice is raspy, breathless. He sounds like he's sprinting.
Surprised, I sit back on my heels, the opposite of what I'm supposed to do. I was so focused on doing a good job that I didn't even notice the effect my work had: there's a flush climbing up Micah's tanned skin, from his chest, all the way to his neck. His hand has tightened on my shoulder, almost uncomfortably so. He lets up when he catches my glance, but then moves his fingers into my hair again. The gentle caress, along with the image he creates, makes my stomach drop.
I return my attention to his erection, mouthing along the sides, from tip to root, then root to tip.
The grateful groans that tumble out of Micah's mouth are all I need to know I’m doingsomethingright.
It takes some coordination, but when I take him into my mouth again, I start moving my hand to stroke where my lips can't reach. A tremble starts in Micah’s thigh, moving up to his side and stomach, where I can feel it with my other hand. I groan as his abs tense under my fingers, the muscles solid and warm. A spike of heat rushes through me. To have this much power over him and get to explore his body so freely—it’s clouding my head.
Micah’s fingers clench in my hair, tugging sharply, before he grabs for my shoulder again, leaning over me. His moans have cut off, making me look up. One of Micah’s hands is clasped in front of his mouth, catching all those arousing sounds. I release an unhappy huff, but we are merely shielded by a few trees, after all. We’ll simply have to do this again when we’re home. I want to hear it all, just as I want to feel him lose himself. I’m hungry for it, yearning. The need gnaws on my own insides, desire coiling tight in my stomach, ready to lunge.
Like in the truck, it builds gradually and then all at once, the tension shaking Micah until he squeezes my shoulder tightly.
“Fuck—I’m…I’m close.”
I nod but don’t pull away, insistently keeping my mouth wrapped around him, squeezing the root of his erection gently, hollowing out my cheeks.
Despite the warning, his first spurt still takes me by surprise, hitting the back of my tongue, salty and hot. I hesitate at the unfamiliar feeling—just as more floods my mouth. Swallowing is more of a reflex than anything else.
I quickly pull away before it overwhelms me. Making sure to keep my fingers moving so as not to interrupt Micah’s climax.
He’s a sight to behold: muscles pulled so taut that they're trembling, head tipping back as his hips rock into my hand. Sudden and overwhelming pleasure shudders down my spine. The rush makes me lightheaded, spots dancing at the edges of my vision. Heat rolls over me, and I have to hug one of Micah’s legs for balance.
Once the spell subsides, I curiously catch another taste, stretching to lick Micah clean. I’m still not sure if I like it, so I lean sideways to spit out his release.
When I look up, Micah is still breathing heavily. His head is buried against his arms, chest heaving, abs trembling. With a grin, I wipe my hand with a corner of my shirt. No one will notice since it’s still wet, and I can just take a quick walk through the lake again before returning to the beach.
Hopefully, that will also take care of the stickiness I find on my thighs. The realization that I came without Micah touching me even once makes my head spin.
