3. CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER THREE
C ARLY
The second Micah’s hand wraps around my neck, my entire body quivers. I’m not sure if it’s the shock or the hint of danger that has me faltering, but the desire strumming through my veins doesn’t. Instead, it burns hotter, and even after he pulls away, I have to kiss him again because I don’t want the sensation to stop.
And then he immediately retakes control of the kiss by catching my tongue between his teeth and holding it there.
“Stay,” he whispers against my mouth. Then his lips press against mine with an unhurried intensity that fries my brain a little bit. It’s the way he’s completely in control, his palm on my pulse, his hand at my waist. He has a light hold around my neck and he’s not gripping hard at all, but just the dominance is enough to have me squeezing my thighs together, my breath quickening with anticipation.
This just might be my first time with a dominant partner.
I’ve had sexual encounters with virtual strangers before. In fact, almost all my encounters end up being of that variety because I don’t have time for anything more than no-strings-attached fun. Perhaps that’s why I only go for good-looking assholes who I have no hope of forming an emotional connection with. They’re easy to predict, show me a good time, and then take off once the night is done. Exactly how I like it. Bonus points if they’re not from town.
Micah hits all those notes perfectly. He’s a lot more handsome and charming than I’m used to, but he’s still too shallow for me to take seriously.
It’s why I had no qualms whatsoever about coming up here with him.
I saw the surprise when he took off my mask, the shock that colored his features. I thought he might not know who I am, even without the mask because we haven’t spoken to each other, but he certainly knows.
He even whispered my name. And then I saw that hesitation in his eyes as he looked down at me, and knew that he was about to think twice about continuing.
But I didn’t want him to stop, which is why I took matters into my own hands, kissing him again.
And now as his lips pluck mine, he gives no doubt as to who is really in control.
“Fuck, you have the sexiest lips I’ve ever tasted,” he whispers and drifts across my cheek to kiss my earlobe. I shiver at the movement, and he goes lower, slowly kissing down my neck, melting any resistance I may have had. His other hand slowly lowers from my waist to cup my ass squeezing it. He groans.
“So fucking soft. I’ve been looking at you all night, did you know?”
“You were?” I whisper, gasping as he nips the base of my neck. I didn’t notice him watching me and pleasure slides through me at the thought.
“I was,” he says. “Could see the way you read people. Making predictions. Laughing to yourself. Like a goddess amused by the actions of mere mortals.”
I hesitate, shocked at how perceptive he is even though his words make what I did seem far loftier than it actually was. The truth is that I’ve always been a people-watcher from when I was younger. It was how I noticed at the age of six that my family was different from others and that people treated us differently. My mother said it was because they were jealous while my father insisted that everyone else in town were prudes.
But I knew that wasn’t true. Mrs. Peach would give me rides from school all the time. Emma’s grandpa sometimes let us eat at his restaurant for free. They wouldn’t do that if they were prudes or jealous of us.
Finally, when I was twelve, the veil lifted and I finally understood who my parents were. At that point, I began to keep an eye out for them, and learn to read them for my own survival. One look and I would know if it was going to be a good day or a bad day.
Micah licks my shoulder blade and that thought falls away. His hands move to the front of my dress to wrap around my breast. Without a bra, I feel exactly the moment his thumb rests on my nipple, and a moan shivers out of me.
“That’s it.” He slowly rubs the nipple until it’s an engorged point pushing against the silk. I shiver again and my breath hitches as he catches the point between his fingers, pinching it. “Savor it. Nice and slow.”
“Micah.” My breath catches in my throat and I bring a shaking hand to his hair.
“Don’t rush me,” he says. “I want to savor this.” He kisses me again with that and his hands move up lightly to push under my bodice, wrapping around my breast expertly. The first feel of his palm on my naked nipple has me jerking even before he strokes it with his thumb. My thighs squeeze together even harder, a rivulet of moisture trickling down my upper thigh. My pants are dampening and all he’s done so far is feel me up a little. But it’s not just the touch. It’s more his aura, his presence that has me on the edge. And then to my shock, he rapidly lets go of my neck and bends to capture my nipple in his mouth.
I cry out as he nips it and my hands fly into his hair, gripping it as he sucks me in. My knees shake from the force of desire that slams into me. His hand finds my left breast and the other hand rustles up my skirt, sliding up my thighs and cupping my sex.
“Fuck, you’re wet.” He lets my nipple lose with a pop and he straightens. I open my eyes that I didn’t realize I closed to meet his stormy gaze, his eyes now a mossy green in their passion. “I want to taste it.”
“Huh,” I utter dumbly. My brain is having difficulty processing simple words, only realizing what’s happening when he sweeps me off my feet and carries me to the couch.
He sits me down and before I know it, he’s pushing my dress around my waist and ripping my panties off.
His large hands part my thighs, and he meets my eyes wickedly. “Keep these open.”
I nod with a swallow and he leans in, his eyes closing as he breathes me in. At the first lick, my thighs slam around his ears and he gives my inner thigh a warning nip.
‘Keep them open, princess, or you’ll force me to tie them up.”
Oh, just the thought of it, has my pussy clenching on nothing.
“Ah, you like that don’t you,” he says, still looking at my pussy, laid bare and spread for him. “I can see how much you liked that.”
I want to close my legs, and something resembling embarrassment tries to creep in, but there’s no space for it because Micah follows up by leaning in to lick my clit.
“Argh,” I moan loudly, as he does it again. His finger glides down, parting my folds, and circles the entrance. I grasp the seat below me, my stomach clenching and shaking. It’s everything I can do not to push and impale myself on his finger instantly, to rush to the finish. But I hold myself still. I let him take control and earn another lusty lick as well as a murmured, “Good girl.”
And then he curls his tongue around my clit in a way that should be impossible but sends delicious bolts of electricity racing up my skin. I fall back and close my eyes and he accompanies it with a hard finger thrust into me.
“Yes!” I gasp and slap my hand over my mouth to muffle the begging as he does it again, and again, his tongue lashing me the whole time.
And then with a moan, he buries his entire face inside me, thrusting faster and faster until my toes curl, my pleas leaking through my fingers.
He adds another finger, and it curls up to hit the button right inside me.
This time, I scream when I shake. And then he does it again all the while lashing my clit with his tongue faster and faster.
My orgasm coils inside me so fast and powerful that I can’t breathe. My body arches in the air and before I know it, I’m shouting my explosion.
And then in the blink of an eye, I’m sprawled on the couch and he’s on top of me, seizing my lips in another fiery, wet kiss. I taste myself on his lips as his tongue invades my mouth. I suck on his tongue, lust lashing me and creating a whirlwind inside as my thighs wrap around his waist.
As the kiss gets filthier, I release my thighs so I can reach down and loosen his buckle.
It takes me several tries of harried movements to unbuckle and push down his pants. And then once I reach inside...
I can’t breathe.
He’s so large. I pull away with a gasp and look down, unable to believe it.
And when I look back at his face, his eyes are half-mast staring at my lips, his hips begin to move into my fingers, the skin of his cock rubbing against my pussy.
And then the mushroom tip slides in, spreading me apart.
“Micah,” I moan, my fingers falling away to allow him to push deeper. His eyes squeeze shut.
“Shit,” he rasps. “I didn’t mean to do that.” He tries to jerk out of me, but then follows it with an even deeper thrust, breathing shakily. “Fuck, you feel amazing. Tight, and hot...I meant to draw this out longer, but once I felt you come I had to... I needed to–” His head falls forward on my neck. His breath hits my skin in pants. “Fuck.”
I bite my lips so hard I draw blood, the tension drawing me tight. I can’t take it anymore. He needs to move deeper, or else I’ll lose my mind.
I shift experimentally, coaxing him inside and then he releases another moaned expletive.
And he slowly thrusts inside me groaning the entire time.
“Fuck!” he groans as I scream.
He swallows it on his tongue. “You okay?” he gasps and I nod.
“Please,” I beg. “More.”
He doesn’t hold back anymore. He slams into me, harried and as out of control as I’ve ever seen myself. He keeps kissing me throughout, wet, kisses filled with moaned words into each other’s mouths.
And then when he eventually bites my lips, I come, seeing stars.
This time, the orgasm is so intense I nearly black out and I barely hear his grunt as he finds his own release.
We pant into the air for what feels like ages. His body is collapsed on mine, but I don’t mind his weight. It’s like having a warm heated blanket.
“Shit.” It’s the first thing he says. “I forgot to use the condom.”
“Oh,” I realize I forgot it too. “Shit. I didn’t even think about that.” And I should have, considering how often I do this. I’ve never had sex with anyone without a condom before. Must show how gone I truly was.
Now I see what V was talking about. Micah Landing really can make a girl lose her mind. And I have a feeling I haven’t even scratched the surface.
“I’m clean if you want to know,” I say and he nods.
“Me too.”
“Then there’s nothing to worry about. I’ll just take the morning-after pill tomorrow morning.”
“Tomorrow morning is good.” He grins wickedly, moving inside me again. “Because I plan on doing this all night.”
The next day, I head out of the hotel, feeling exhausted but also pleasantly relaxed. I manage to make a clean escape out of the Pink Hotel, since all the guests are either gone or asleep. There’s a bus stop about half a mile up from the hotel and I walk there. The air is a bit nippy, my nose reddening from the sting, but I still inhale deeply to enjoy the earthy, floral scent of spring.
I’m wearing my dress from yesterday under my jacket, but it’s still too early for most people to be out so I shouldn’t get too many funny looks.
I pull out my phone, checking my messages as I walk. The last string of messages was from Emma, beginning after I texted her last night that I had taken off.
And you didn’t even tell me? she texted back. Rude .
There is an angry face at the end of that, which tells me she wasn’t really upset. Then again, Emma rarely ever got upset, even when she should.
Sorry , I text, feeling guilty. It was kinda impromptu.
It’s alright. I’m off with Declan now too.
Of course, she is. Emma hasn’t been far from her fiance’s side since their engagement. And I didn’t blame her. He clearly adores her and she loves him.
Her next text reads: If you’re going to be late to work tomorrow, text Yule or Grandpa and let them know. Okay?
Alright . I respond. I work part-time as a server at Emma’s grandpa’s bar, called the Tiki Bar, which he owns with Rick. Since Rick is in jail now, Emma and her grandfather solely run the place, with Emma as the manager. That technically makes her my boss, but she tries her best not to let me feel like it. Nevertheless, I try to remain professional while at work so as not to take advantage of her kind nature.
Emma’s always super understanding whenever I have last minute emergencies–like my father being passed out on the park bench–or even school obligations. And when the Tiki Bar was struggling to break even, she didn’t let me go, though she probably should have. Now that tourists are flooding into town and the bar is doing great, she even offered me a raise, which I turned down because I didn’t quite think I deserve it yet. Still she insists that the raise will be kicked in anyway by summer, whether I like it or not.
Emma’s like the sister I always wanted, and I appreciate her looking out for me. The least I can do for her is not slack off.
So I add in the text, But I won’t be late.
Anyway, there have been no new texts from Emma since then.
There are no messages from my parents either, and I doubt they even noticed I wasn’t home. With nothing else to see, I put my phone away to enjoy the morning breeze.
Last night was amazing.
I must have orgasmed like five times and Micah kept going and kept fucking me, unapologetically insatiable. Even though we didn’t have the safest sex, I can’t regret it. I will need to stop by the pharmacy to get a Plan B, but I wish I could experience this again.
I wish we had morning sex.
But that thought is exactly why I forced myself to get up and out early this morning. I didn’t even want to risk flirting with that temptation right now.
Don’t even think about it, I tell myself. Micah is definitely a one-and-done kind of guy. No need to go get yourself hooked on an asshole.
About an hour later, I’m back in town center, on my way to home. I decide to stop by the pharmacy to grab the morning-after pill while I’m at it. The door of the pharmacy tinkles and I wave at the kindly elderly pharmacist behind the counter as I walk down the aisle. I pick up the box and then slip my phone out again, to check how much I have in my account.
That’s when I see that I received a new email from my college.
I don’t think anything of it as I open it. It’s probably an alert that a professor just graded an assignment. Or some new reading materials.
But once I see the subject of the mail, the pill box slips out of my hand and drops to the floor.
Scholarship for the coming semester at risk of revocation.