6. Wet sheets…wet floors…why is everything wet?
6
WET SHEETS…WET FLOORS…WHY IS EVERYTHING WET?
Micah
“I thought we were shifting.” I’d taken off my clothing as quickly as I could to give me the time to ogle Archer as he shucked his.
I longed to see his cock again; last time it flashed by too quickly as he morphed into his beast. I wasn’t making that mistake again.
The moonlight cascaded across his chest, the button of his jeans open, the zipper still up, hiding what I’d been waiting for. I licked my lips, unable to control myself.
“We are shifting.” His hand ran down his chest and into the front of his pants. “That’s what you said you wanted, to frolic under the moonlight with me. That’s what unicorns do… they frolic.” He stalked over to me like I was his prey.
Gods, he could capture me any day.
“But that’s not what wolves do.” He stood only a few inches from me, my cock pressed against his middle. I wanted to lick his lip, nibble his ear, knot his ass.
But this was just a night out with someone from my building. We were shifting. Normal friend things. It wasn’t his fault his presence had my dick hard and ready for him to do any fucking thing he wanted. Nope. Not his fault.
“What do wolves do?” Please say ‘fuck under the moonlight.’
“Wolves fuck under the moonlight.” He ran a hand down my arm. “Is that what you wanted me to say, alpha? Because tell me the right answer. I don’t want to get this wrong. Tell me what you want wolves to do.”
“I want them to take their pants off… I want them to beg me to drop to my knees and suck them… I want them to climb this unicorn and ride him into the dawn .” I reached for his zipper and pulled it down. “Tell me, is that what wolves do?”
He swallowed audibly. “I can’t hear your words, wolf.”
“Please.”
“Please what, omega?” I pushed his jeans over his hips, setting his cock free.
“Please lick me, nibble me, suck me.” He gasped.
“I can do that.” I licked the seam of his lip, pulled the bottom one in with my teeth, and then sucked on it. A whimper built in his chest. “Wait? What’s wrong, omega? Did I not do what you asked?” I wasn’t playing fair, but neither had he when he stalked over here still in his jeans. No one should hide a cock as glorious as his under clothing.
“On your knees, alpha. Suck my cock, lick my hole, nibble my ass.”
I tapped his nose with my finger. “Was that so hard?” I asked, running a finger down his length. “Oops. I see it is. Let me take care of that for you.”
I dropped to my knees on the cool grass. He’d already managed to step out of his pants, his legs spread slightly. He gave me full access. “You are so hard… tell me, omega… is this for me? Are you hard for me?” I licked him from root to tip, breathing on his tip and then gathering the drop of precum there onto my tongue.
“You taste as delicious as you smell, but you still haven’t answered my question… is this for me?” I ran my tongue around the tip, my eyes looking up at him. “Because if not, maybe I should stop.”
I pushed back onto my heels.
“Micah, I have been a walking hard-on since that first day I entered Sunshine Manor. Please for the love of the moon, blow me.”
I didn’t waste time bantering back and forth anymore. He’d waited long enough. I opened my mouth as wide as I could and took him in, inch by inch, until he hit the back of my throat. Then I sucked like a hoover as I slowly moved back up his cock, letting him out with a pop. “Is that how you like it?”
His hand grabbed my head and I chuckled. I officially stole his words. “I’ll take that as a yes.” I wrapped my lips around his cock and blew him like it was my job, my hand playing with his balls as I licked, sucked, and swallowed, and as they tightened up, I slid my hand around back and started playing with his slick entrance. He was so slick for me. He wanted this as much as I did.
His little noises only had me wanting to give him more… I wanted to watch him come undone and then ride me until tomorrow.
It didn’t take long, his thick hot spurts hitting the back of my throat as he bellowed out my name. I swallowed it all, wishing there was more. I would never get enough of this man.
I pushed back onto my heels and caught him looking down at me, his eyes still lust-filled.
“Let’s run.” I went to stand. He would need time to recoup, and I was more than willing to wait if it meant I could hear him cry out Micah when he came again .
“No, alpha. You promised me a ride.” He pushed my shoulders gently and I fell back as he intended. “I’m already so hard.”
My eyes fell to his cock, thick and long and glistening with my sweat. I wanted to ask how, but not enough to not position myself for him. If he wanted a ride, who was I to deny him?
“Look at you… already…” I nestled into the thick grass, my hand wrapping around my cock and giving it a jerk.
“I’m always hard for you.” He straddled me, batted my hand away, and guided me into his slick hole as he lowered himself all the way down. “You fit like you belong… like you were made for me.”
“I think I was.” My hands grasped onto his thighs. “Ride me, omega. Ride this unicorn.”
As so help me, he did. He bounced up and down with such grace and passion that I was barely able to contain my orgasm. I wanted it to last all night, and with his tightness wrapped around me, it was going to be a fool’s errand. “You feel so good wrapped around me… so tight… you fuck me so good I’m going to come too soon.”
“Good.” He stuck out his tongue playfully. “That means I am doing it right.” He bounced with a little more force and my climax rushed through me, my cum filling his ass as my knot swelled inside him, holding us together, his own orgasm ripping through him as forcefully as the one he just had, leaving both of us sweaty, cum-covered messes.
It was everything.
“Now you're stuck with me.” He fell onto my chest, tugging gently on the knot.
“I’m okay with that.” We snuggled together, and I must’ve dozed off, the ringing of my alarm waking me with a startle.
Waking me in my apartment. Waking me in my bed. Waking me alone.
“Fucking dream,” I grumbled, lifting the covers off of me to find a sticky mess. “Stupid fucking dream.”
Of course it was. Archer was drunk and asleep, about to wake up with a freaking hangover while I got to wash my sheets and be jealous of Dream Micah, who got to get what I never would.
At least not in real life.
I threw the sheets into my tiny apartment washer and took a shower. I had a long day ahead of me with two meetings and three tours of places to be staged, and finding an unusual size shower curtain that didn’t require a special order for a place that was being staged tomorrow.
At least all of that kept me busy and not thinking about my wet dream. I was in my freaking thirties. I should be well past that stage, but Archer. There was something about him that had me in knots or needing to knot or something about knots. I needed to just not think about him.
By the time I finished work and got home, I was exhausted. I toed off my shoes and went straight to the fridge to see what I had to eat. I was too tired to go get something, and if I ordered anything, chances were I’d be asleep long before it arrived.
“Why didn’t I buy more nuke and go dinners?” I was grouchy. At least no one was here to fall victim to it.
A scratch at my door startled me. Did someone shift? No, that was stupid. We all knew better than that.
The scratch became a light knock. I shut the freezer door and answered it, surprised to see Archer standing there, staring at the floor.
“Need something?” Gah, I was rude. “I mean, what’s up?”
He glanced up at me. “I broke my faucet and I can’t get the shut off to work. Daire’s not answering his phone.”
I ran out of my room and to his, not even bothering with my shoes. One thing about Sunshine Manor was we had kick ass water pressure, making a broken faucet potentially disastrous.
His door was open and I ran straight to the sink and dropped to my knees, not thinking about my dream. Nope. This was an emergency.
Opening the cabinet doors, I saw just how bad it was when water rushed at me and onto the floor.
“You didn’t do this.” I started to empty the cabinet. There wasn’t much in it, but what was there was ruined. Paper towels, some new boxes of tissues, paper plates. All the things that couldn’t get wet. “The pipe burst. The handle breaking was a side effect. Do you have a wrench?”
He didn’t answer, and when I looked up at him, I saw sheer panic on his face. “I can’t pay for this… my deposit…”
I stood up, my socks now soaking wet, and put my hands on his shoulders. “This was not you, but we need to handle it now. I need a wrench or whatever tools you have.”
He sloshed off and came back with a tool box that was mostly useless, but it did have a vise grip. “I need a towel too.”
I tried to get it shut off. I managed to slow it, but not much else.
“Why is my ceiling dripping.” Ryder walked in before quickly adding, “Oh. I’ll go get towels.”
Archer came in with a towel and it helped me get the torque I needed. We would still need a plumber and a bucket, but it was slow enough it wouldn’t cause too much more damage… probably.
“Thanks. I can’t believe you’re helping me after yesterday… and I’m?—”
“I brought reinforcements.” Ryder announced Neil and Ivor at his side, all of them with towels and Ivor also holding two mops. “We need to get Daire to bring in a plumber and maybe those fancy dehumidifiers.”
“I can call in a favor and borrow one of those. One of the realtors I do a lot for has them. They like to make basements not feel so basement-like.” I rolled my eyes. No humidifier changes a stone basement into anything but a stone basement.
“Let’s get this dry.” I took off my socks and just tossed them into the trash, not wanting to deal with them.
We worked together as a team, and it was nice. One of the things I loved about this place was how we were more than just strangers living side by side.
“I thought you were working,” Ryder said to Ivor as we were running the mops the last time.
“Yeah about that. Kinda got fired for being late. And I wasn’t late as much as my boss changed my hours to when I had class. I’d have skipped, but it was a big test.” Fuck that. Good riddance to his job, except for the needing money thing.
“I got some work for you,” Ryder offered before I could, once again showing the more pack-like existence we had living here. “Mostly shit work like cleaning, lugging, and shipping, but if you want it.”
“I want it.” He let out a long breath. “I was so scared to tell Daire. It’s not fair to him.”
“What were you scared to tell me?” In came Daire, as if his ears had been ringing and he’d hunted down the culprit.
“I got a new job,” Ivor said. “And I might not be paid right away, but there will be money.”
“And you need a plumber,” I interjected. “This pipe broke—looks like it rusted out, which I hate to tell you means?—”
“It’s not the only pipe needing replacement.” He rubbed his eye with the palm of his hand. “I’ll call the plumber and a crew to clean this fully. I can see water up some of the drywall.”
Shit. That wasn’t good.
“Archer… you can stay with me if you want, ” Neil offered. “This will mold pretty quick.”
No. He can stay with me… in my bed.
“Thanks. I appreciate that.” Archer accepted the offer.
Great, now I was going to spend the night thinking of Archer… naked… but not with me.
That’d make for a good time.