14. CHAPTER FOURTEEN
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
M ICAH
As I get lost in the exhilarating scent of Carly’s musk, I come to a troubling realization.
There’s a huge difference between having sex and having sex with Carly.
The former is a fun activity that usually gets my mind off my stress and I sometimes remember it fondly for days after.
The second thing though is an all-consuming experience that takes over my senses while it’s happening and the effects linger for days after.
I feel it’s mark even now, as I eat her out, her taste sliding down my tongue like the finest liquors, the best ambrosia, the most addictive drug I’ve ever ingested. It makes all the voices in my mind shut down, awareness of my environment fades and everything that’s not her becomes irrelevant.
All I care about is her. Her thighs around my ears, forming ocean sounds. Her cries echoing around me, a decadent soundtrack and her sultry movement against my tongue driving me into a world of bliss.
As I bury my tongue deeper into her hole, I open my eyes half-mast and stare at her engorged clit. So fucking pretty and pink and pulsing for me . Greed pumps headily through me. I want to devour her, all of her, all at once. That need battles another even more powerful urge to take my time and make this last as long as possible, to give her the highest, sublime pleasure. To have her screaming and begging for more.
Because the faces she makes when she’s kept on the precipice... God, the sounds… I need to hear them. It’s becoming an addiction at this point. I love hearing it, love the way she cries for me, the way her entire body scrabbles for the pleasure.
Carly writhes in the silk dress on my couch like a siren, driving me crazy. Melting for me. Aching for me. Her eyes are dark with want for me.
“Please,” she confesses in that throaty voice of hers, her thighs squeezing around my head, her voice hoarse. “More.”
With difficulty, I detach my mouth from her pussy and rise above her, wrapping my hand lightly, experimentally around her neck. I watch her, study her response, and wait for her to swallow as I lean down to whisper into her ear, “Give me a safe word. Something you can remember.”
“What?”
I nip her shoulder, unable to stop myself from tasting her skin as I whisper, “A safe word, for when it gets too intense.”
She’s quiet for a single second. Then, “Banana.”
I pull back. “Can you remember ‘banana’?”
Her eyes blink a little the desire receding slightly and then returning full force as she understands the meaning of my words and why she would need a safe word. A shaky noisy exhale follows. She swallows tightly and nods.
“Say it.”
“Banana,” she repeats.
“Good girl.” I reward her by working her clit slowly. Her eyes roll back in her head, which falls over the edge of the couch. A strangled moan leaves her mouth and she gyrates her hips into my touch. “I’m going to ask you again. Just to make sure you really remember it.”
“Oh my God, Micah.”
“Mmm, I love it when you say my name like that. It makes me want to do filthy things to you.” I strum her clit one more time and then slide my finger down toward her soaked hole, pushing ever so slightly into the silky warmth.
Once I feel it, the urgency rages back to life, full force, so much so that I have to grit my teeth to hold back.
I want to fuck you so hard that you black out. I push into her slowly, ignoring her sobbing pleas for me to go faster. Want to get you so high that you can’t even think, much less speak. I want your fingers to score my shoulder and your scream to render me deaf. I want you to cry out for me until your voice is hoarse. I want to possess you, my Athena, make you mine.
All the while I tease her, my cock is throbbing harder than a motherfucker, precum staining my pants. My free hand grips the couch, shaking with the need to hold back.
Fuck, I’ve never been this hard in my life and I’ve only barely touched her.
What the hell is going on?
It’s not just the BDSM aspect driving me wild because I’ve explored this darker side with women before.
I’m not a pain kind of guy. Light spanking and such is fine, but my thing is really getting inside my partner’s head and edging them out until they weep. It’s what I do to Carly now, strumming my finger back and forth over her clit, as she begs me, leaning down to take her lips in mine. She moves helplessly into my touch and I feel powerful. I’ve reduced her to a pleading mess.
While exploring my dominant side has always been fun for me, I’ve never felt such a strong need to control and maximize someone else’s pleasure before. It’s like I don’t matter anymore. All that matters is her and her satisfaction.
I almost lose myself in the kiss but then pull back, snagging her nipples between my teeth, giving her the edge of a bite, and watching her response.
Carly moans for me, her pussy squeezing around my fingers.
And then, when I feel her on the verge of coming, I pull back.
“Oh, God, Micah,” she whimpers. Her arms reach for me.
I avoid them, chuckling. “Do I have to tie you up?” I want to. But then that would require me to step away from her, and I’m not sure I can manage that even for one second. Still, I tease her with the possibility, loving the way it makes her shake her head tightly. “I could have your hands above your head, with your legs splayed wide for me. You wouldn’t be able to move or do anything but take whatever I give you.”
“Oh shit.” I can tell from the way she squirms that the idea turns her on even more. And fuck it turns me on too. As much as I try to ignore it, my cock is screaming in demand, lust flooding through every nerve in my body. She’s so fucking gorgeous. So responsive. Her eyes are dark pools of desire now, her hair fanned out over her head. She’s a goddess, beckoning me to slake my lust.
But if I do, she’ll possess me.
It’s almost like she’s the one that holds the true power here.
Doesn’t she? My inner voice mocks. Look at you. All turned on and eager to serve her every whim. You’re trying so hard to make this amazing for her, that you’re ignoring your own desires.
Even though I want her mouth on me more than I want to live.
I close my eyes, the image whipping through my mind, distracting me from my goal. It almost becomes too much at a point. I almost say fuck it, and rip my clothes off so I can sink into her soaking wet heat, and lose my mind in her once again.
But no.
I tear my eyes open, taking in her flushed face, her swollen lips, and her nipples puckered underneath the silk.
I can’t give in. That loss of control would be uncharacteristic for me, and it would symbolize something that I’m not willing to examine too closely.
I have to prove to myself that this is just a game. We’re just playing a game and having fun and that’s all it is.
So I take my time, finger-fucking her slowly again, groaning as the desire becomes too much to bear. To prove a point, I leaned down to nip her lips. Her entire body curves up the second I move, trembling, begging for my touch and I nearly lose it then. Oh, my gorgeous needy Athena. I fucking love seeing you like this for me.
It makes me feel like the most powerful man in the world to watch her eyes, usually so full of sensibility and jadedness, now fade away to wide-eyed passion.
But as our lips meet again, my control cracks.
I try to keep the kiss light and teasing but the allure is too strong, and before I know it, I’m devouring her. Her taste floods me. My need takes over. My mind shuts down as passion pounds through me. I can’t help it. My fingers clench on the couch below her as I eat at her lips, feeling my mind drift farther and farther away.
This might be a game, but I’m not the leader here. I’m just as lost as she is.
“Fuck.” I rip my lips away from her to gasp in the air. I don’t know what the fuck is going on with me. I’m usually so suave, so smooth, but tonight I feel like a bumbling idiot for whatever reason.
“What’s wrong?” Her voice is husky, half desire, half concern.
I shake my head, not meeting her eyes while I give her the truth. “I can’t… I’m trying to edge you out and make this good for you but I don’t know if I can.” It’s embarrassing to admit to performance issues at this stage in the game but I push forward. “It has never happened to me before, but I think if I don’t get inside you in the next three seconds, I’m going to explode.”
“Yeah, that’s fine.” Her words are a desperate whisper as her hands go to undo my belt. “We can do the other stuff later. Let’s just fuck for now.
“But…” The words cut off in a groan at the feel of her hands on my cock. A full-body shudder runs through my body. I snatch her wrist before she can do more damage. “I need… fuck… I need to make this good for you.”
“Micah, if it was any better, I think I would pass out.” I meet her eyes and see the honest red-hot sultry desire stoked in them. “Please. Fuck me.”
I can’t hold back anymore. My fingers grip her dress and with a rip, it’s off and on the floor. She has a second to gasp before I consume her lips again, our tongues dueling in time with our racing hearts.
Her legs fall open and her arms clutch me as I find her center. The second I feel the suckling warmth, I nearly ejaculate there and then. I need to pull back and breathe and groan into the couch to keep myself from shooting off like a horny teenager. And even after nearly a full minute of that, while I work her clit, the second I push into her again, it only takes me an embarrassingly low number of strokes until I’m screaming my release, pumping it into her.
Luckily, she announces her orgasms too, as I collapse on top of her, more drained than I can ever remember being in my life.
“Jesus.” My breath is tight, and my pulse is still a little too quick. “Fuck me. That has never happened before.”
“Really?” At least I’m satisfied from the knowledge that she sounds just as breathless as me.
“Really.” I pull back to watch her deliciously disheveled face, which does funny things to my insides. And then I do something I’ve also never done after sex before. I lean down and kiss her, sweetly. “Thank you.”
When I pull back, she blinks stunned. Then she grins. “You’re welcome.”
I feel something growing inside me the longer I stare at her, and the alarm bells start ringing. This is going too far. It’s time to detach.
Despite my weakness, I immediately stand from the couch and then stare at the clothes in tatters on the floor. Her red dress is no more.
“Shame,” I murmur. But I can always just buy a new one. I zip up my pants as I pad to the cabinet in the corner, select a blanket, and return to throw it over her shivering body. I watch her eyes close and she snuggles under it.
“I’ll order some food,” I tell her.
“Mmm,” she murmurs. “I’ll just take a quick nap before we have to leave.”
“Leave? Where are we going?”
One eye opens. “I assume you’re taking me home?”
“Yes, but not today.”
Both eyes open this time and she frowns at me. “What do you mean not today?”
“Oh, I didn’t mention? We have a gala tomorrow evening here in LA. We’ll be attending it together.”
“That’s…” She struggles to sit up, clutching the blanket in front of her. “You should have told me that earlier. You can’t just spring that on me at the last minute. I have things to do tomorrow, Micah. School and work.”
I shrug. “Well, I didn’t think it would be a big deal.”
“Didn’t think my school and work would be a big deal?” She sounds insulted. “Micah, that’s my life! It might not seem like much to you, but it means everything to me. You can’t just fly me halfway around the country at the last minute and jeopardize my education as a result. You have to tell me these things ahead of time.”
I wait till she’s done, let a beat of silence pass, and then say, “My bad. You want me to add on an extra thousand dollars as compensation?”
Carly laughs darkly. “Of course, you would throw money at the problem. I knew it was only a matter of time before you shoved your wealth in my face.” She glares at me. “Why is it every time we have sex, you have to remind me of what an ass you are?”
Because if not, I might be tempted to let that blissful feeling take over and turn into something else. I chuckle, lean in, and tweak her nose. “Maybe to prove that you would still like me anyway.”