I didn’t shy away from giving blowjobs, but they weren’t exactly my favorite thing. However, as I stared at Micah’s solid erection, I wanted my mouth on this man more than my next breath. It was pointed right at me, the purple head leaking with arousal.
Without thought, I sat up and reached for his straining length. Fisting the base, I bent my neck and licked the tip, his taste exploding on my tongue.
“Uhn!” he grunted, fisting my hair to stop me before I could suck him into my mouth. “Fuckin’ hell, Red. I’d love to have your mouth on me, but I’m already feeling crazy. Need to fuck you. Now,” he finished on a growl.
“Hurry,” I whimpered.
At my command, he bent at the waist, reaching into the pocket of his discarded jeans for his wallet. He pulled out a condom and tossed the leather billfold to the floor before ripping it open with his teeth and sliding it down his shaft.
“You want it rough?” he grated, stroking himself in a tight fist.
“Yes,” I breathed, licking my lips as I watched him jack himself. “God yes.”
He moved so fast the room blurred before my eyes, grabbing hold of my hips and flipping me to my stomach like I weighed next to nothing. Before I could catch my breath, he jerked me up to my knees and gave my ass a slap that made me yelp.
I shot up on my hands, looking back over my shoulder in shock as the burn on my skin slowly began to fade into something way better. Did I . . . like that?
As if reading me better than I could read myself, he did it again, striking me on my other cheek. “Damn,” he sighed, almost reverently. “Your ass has been driving me crazy all night but seein’ it red with my handprints . . .” he trailed off, letting out another rumbly purr. “Gonna take everything I have not to come as soon as I feel you wrapped around me.”
His dirty talk was making me come out of my skin. “Micah, please,” I rasped. “Fuck me.”
He didn’t need to be asked twice. Grabbing my hips in a viselike grip, he lined himself up with my entrance and drove in to the hilt with one hard thrust. I cried out at the sensation of being stretched so full at the same time he grated out a string of curses.
“So tight,” he hissed, pulling out slowly and powering back inside. “Jesus, like a glove.”
It had been a really long time, but I wasn’t about to tell him that. Not that I could form words just then—I was already dangerously close to falling over the edge. “Oh, yes,” I cried, throwing my hair back as he started fucking me at a relentless pace.
His hips slammed into my ass with every thrust, his cock rubbing a place inside of me that no man had ever found before. Pressure began to build low in my belly as I started driving myself back into him in time with each snap of his powerful hips. “Micah,” I groaned, digging my nails into the bedspread. “So good.”
“Fuck me. You’re wild.”
I was. I’d never felt so wild in all my life.
“More,” I demanded. “Harder.”
He gave me what I wanted by adding a slap to my ass after every plunge of his cock. With each strike and thrust, I felt my walls begin to quiver and grip tighter. “Fuck yeah. She likes that,” he said in an approving tone as I arched my spine, tipping my ass up so I could take him even deeper inside me. “Wild woman.”
“I’m close,” I said, my voice husky with lust.
“I know, baby.” He gritted. “Can feel you squeezing the life outta me. Need you to come.”
It was building so fast and so strong it overwhelmed all my senses. I couldn’t think or see anything outside of what my body was feeling. My impending release was growing so intense I almost feared it.
“Too much,” I whimpered as my elbows gave out, unable to hold me up for another second.
“I got you, Hayden,” he said, coaxing me closer and closer to the edge. “Let go, wild woman.”
Before I could do as he commanded and let go, one of his hands released my hip and circled my waist. At the same time he pinched my clit he landed a smack on my ass so hard the sound cracked through the room, all while driving deep and grinding himself into me.
I went off like a rocket, screaming as I came so hard stars burst behind my eyelids. Every bit of air expelled from my lungs as my release dragged out so long I thought I might pass out.
Seconds later, Micah buried himself balls deep and let out an animalistic roar as he spent himself into the condom. Shivers wracked my body with each twitch of his cock as his climax slowly left him. Once it did, we both collapsed onto the mattress in a tangled, sweaty, panting pile of limbs.
“Holy shit,” I rasped, my throat hoarse from my orgasm.
“Fuck, that was . . .”
“Holy shit.”
Neither of us could find the words to properly describe what had just happened. Never in my life had I experienced sex like that. It was so good it shook me—literally and metaphorically.
Seeing as this was my first experience with a one-night stand, I didn’t really know what was supposed to happen next. I assumed that once we were done we were . . . well, done. The longer we lay there in silence, the more anxious I became.
Expecting him to get up soon and beat feet out of there, I started to scoot to the edge of the mattress so I could get up and get dressed.
I barely got an inch away when his arm banded around my waist and jerked me back against him. “Where’re you goin’?” he murmured against my ear, burying his face in my hair.
“I was going to get dressed.”
His arm around me tightened. “Nuh uh, Red. Clothes will just defeat the purpose. I’m nowhere near done with you yet.”
Inconceivably, he was ready again in no time.
Hours later, with the room completely dark, I was roused from a deep sleep as he brushed my hair back from my forehead and leaned down to place a kiss on the corner of my mouth. “Thanks for giving me a fuckin’ incredible night, Red.”
This was it. We were finally done and he was leaving . . . and surprisingly enough, I was okay with that. Actually, more than okay. The sex had been out of this world. The chemistry and attraction was staggering to the point it had left me feeling somewhat unsettled. I’d just gotten divorced after having my heart stomped on and my world ripped from beneath my feet. The last thing I needed was a man I could easily become obsessed with. And I had a feeling a man like Micah could easily become an obsession.
I let out a sleepy hum and burrowed deeper into my pillow, more exhausted that I could remember being in a long time. “Pleasure’s all mine, stud,” I muttered as my eyelids drifted back down. “And thanks back. That was incredible.”
With that said, I was asleep before the door closed behind him.
Chapter Three
Micah
“Welcome back, brother.” My partner Leo came up behind me, clapping me on the shoulder as he moved past to his desk. “How was the shower?” he asked with a condescending smirk.
“Fuck off,” I grunted as he took a seat across from me. “Whoever’s idea it was to start co-ed baby showers can rot in hell. Madeline melted candy bars into diapers so it would look like chunky shit, for Christ’s sake. Then everyone was expected to sniff and taste it to identify what it was. Not sure I’ll ever be able to eat another candy bar.”