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“Ready?” Micah asks, positioning his thick, flushed cock at my entrance.

I nod frantically. “Do it. Now.”

Micah pushes forward.

My world narrows to a single, blinding point of sensation. The stretch feels immense, a heavy fullness that leaves absolutely no room for anything else. He buries himself to the hilt in one smooth, measured stroke.

A choked shout rips from my throat. I dig my heels into the mattress.

“Breathe,” Micah instructs. He holds his body perfectly still above me. The muscles in his arms tremble from the effort of holding back. “Just breathe. I’ve got you.”

I drag a ragged breath into my lungs. I breathe through the stretch until I can relax around him. The initial shock recedes, leaving a roaring, desperate need in its place.

I nod.

Micah starts to move.

I thought I knew what to expect. I was wrong. The friction builds a raging fire in my blood. Micah sets a brutal, driving pace. He pulls back and buries himself deep, grinding his hips against mine with a wet slap of skin that echoes off the walls.

It’s far too much. It’s nowhere near enough.

I lose my mind completely. I reach up and claw at his broad back. I demand harder thrusts, faster speed, more depth, more of him.

“Give it to me,” I snarl, the words slurring together.

Micah gives me everything. He leans down and claims my mouth, swallowing my shouts. He thrusts upward, hitting that devastating spot inside me with pinpoint accuracy.

I don’t even touch myself. The pressure of his body moving inside mine pushes me straight over the cliff.

I come with a violent, full-body shudder.

I black out for a fraction of a second. A raw, wordless cry leaves my lips. Hot fluid spills across my own stomach. I clench tight around Micah’s shaft.

Micah lets out a guttural roar. He drives his hips forward one final time, burying himself as deep as possible, and empties himself inside me.

He collapses.

His heavy, sweat-slicked body drops over mine. I wrap my arms around his wide shoulders, anchoring him against my chest. We lie tangled together in the ruined sheets. Both of our chests heave, fighting to catch our breath. The quiet hum of the room rushes back in to fill the silence.

I’m done. My muscles have given up. I lie there, trying to remember how to breathe.

“Holy shit,” I manage. My voice sounds like it belongs to a dead man.

Micah turns his head and rests his cheek against my sternum. “Yeah.” He sounds equally destroyed. “Holy shit.”

I let the quiet last. With Micah here, I don’t have to explain myself. It’s comfortable. It’s complete. The heavy weight of his body pressing me into the mattress feels like the safest place on earth.

I stare up at the ceiling. The reality of my situation settles over me. I just trusted my greatest rival with all of it. I let him strip me bare and break me down until I forgot my own name.

“I’m in trouble,” I whisper eventually.

Micah shifts his weight. He presses a warm, lingering kiss to the curve of my shoulder.

“Yeah.” He traces the faded marker of my father’s initials on my wrist with his thumb. “Me too.”

We fall asleep wrapped around each other.

I don’t retreat to my side of the bed. I keep my arm locked around his waist, my face buried in the crook of his neck.