Chapter 47
Mickey
“ D id you enjoy it?” I ask.
“Every second,” Gail beams up at me, those blue eyes sparkling with something more than just the reflection of the night sky. “Thank you for today, Mickey.”
“Anything for you, sweetheart.” The words slip out, real smooth.
We reach my car, tucked away in a secluded spot that offers more privacy than the ones closer to the street. Gail doesn’t hesitate, her fingers slipping from mine as she opens the backseat door with more purpose than I’ve seen her handle anything.
“Join me?” It’s not really a question, and she knows it. She’s issuing a challenge, and she must see the fire it sparks in my silver gaze.
“Lead the way,” I say, voice thick with a desire that’s been simmering since we talked about breastfeeding and lactation earlier today.
Before climbing into the backseat, she removes her coat and throws it into the front passenger’s seat. Following her into the car, I do the same after shutting the door behind me with a soft click, sealing us into our private world.
With a sudden movement, she grabs the front of my shirt and yanks me toward her. Our lips crash together, and it’s like someone lit a fuse. Heat explodes between us, fierce and demanding. I kiss her back, hard, our mouths moving with a desperation that’s borderline savage.
Gail’s fingers tangle in my hair, pulling me closer—if that’s even possible—and I groan against her mouth. My hands, those traitorous bastards, have a mind of their own as they skim over her curves, dipping under her top so I can feel the heat of her body and the softness of her skin.
“Fuck, Mickey,” she gasps when we break for air, her chest heaving against mine. Her words are gasoline on the fire that’s already threatening to burn me alive.
“Tell me what you want, Gail,” I rasp, my voice heavy with desire. I need to hear her say it, need to know this isn’t just another game. Not tonight.
“I want you,” she whispers, her voice a sultry promise that sends shivers down my spine. “All of you.”
“Fuck,” I mutter, my control slipping notch by agonizing notch. My hand slides down the small of her back, pulling her hips against mine. The confined space of the car feels like it’s shrinking, the intensity of our connection growing too large for any physical boundaries.
We’re lost in each other, tongues dueling, hands exploring, every touch sparking another jolt of pure, unadulterated lust. I can feel her pulse racing under my fingertips, her skin hot and smooth.
“Your curves are a fucking revelation,” I groan, my hands trailing down to cup her ass, squeezing hard. She moans into my mouth, and it’s the sweetest sound I’ve ever heard.
“There’s something I want to do,” she says, moving us both around so she can kneel between my spread legs.
The cold night air is a stark contrast to the heat building up inside the car, but I barely register it. Gail’s hands are at my waist, fumbling with the button of my pants with an eagerness that sends my pulse skyrocketing. Her breath is warm on my skin, puffing in short bursts against the fabric of my boxers as she finally—finally—frees me from the confines of denim.
Her fingers wrap around my length. The contact is electric, a bolt of lightning straight to my core. “Fuck, yes, Gail.” My words come out raw, my control slipping as I watch her lower her head, her silky hair falling like a curtain to shield us from the world. Then, all thoughts evaporate when her lips close around me. It’s wet and hot and so goddamn perfect that my knuckles turn white from gripping the leather seat.
She sets a rhythm that has my eyes rolling back, her tongue a relentless force exploring, teasing. She pulls me deeper, and the sound she makes—half-moan, half-sigh—it’s like she’s savoring every inch, and it punches straight through me.
“Damn, sweetheart… your mouth…” I can’t finish my sentence; words are too complex when every fiber of my being is focused on the sensations she’s coaxing out of me. I thread my fingers through her hair, urging her on without words, and she responds with a hum that vibrates through my entire body.
I’m teetering on the edge, precariously close to tumbling into oblivion, but I hold back. Because as good as this feels, as mind-blowing as her mouth is, it’s not enough. I need more. I need her—all of her.
“Stop, Gail, stop.” It takes everything within me to pull away, and her gaze meets mine, clouded with desire and confusion. “I want you too much. Need to feel you around me,” I rasp.
“Then take me,” she says, her voice thick with arousal. It’s all the invitation I need.
I pull her onto my lap. “How fond are you of these leggings?” I smirk, cupping her cunt. Damn, she’s so wet I can feel it through the fabric.
She gives me a sultry grin. “Not very.”
With steady hands, I tear at the seam until a ripping noise sounds, and then I pull some more, making the hole big enough to matter. I move my hand into the hole, pushing her panties to the side so I can touch her sensitive flesh.
“You’re so fucking wet,” I rasp, thrusting two fingers into her.
“And you’re so fucking hard,” she moans, rocking her hips against me.
“Tell me you want this,” I growl, my voice a dark, guttural sound I don’t recognize.
“God, yes,” she moans, her nails digging into me. “I want you so fucking bad.”
Too horny to care about foreplay, I tell her to lift up, and she complies, giving me the space I need to line myself up against her opening. “Ride me, sweetheart,” I command.
Her hips press down, taking me all the way inside her.
“Mickey!” she moans, her nails digging into my shoulders, as if she’s not sure whether she’s here or in some other dimension. Neither am I, because the way her body molds to mine, it’s like we were always meant to be together, two halves of a whole.
As we rock together, our bodies moving in perfect sync, I can’t help but marvel at the way she fits so damn well against me. Every inch of her, hot and wet, sheathes me in a way that almost hurts, it’s so good. The space around us melts away, and all that remains is the slick slide of our bodies, skin on skin, and the sound of our ragged breaths as we push each other higher and higher.
Her breasts bounce with each thrust, and I can’t resist any longer. I have to taste her. I pull her top off and lower the cups on her bra. Fuck, her tits—her nipples—are magnificent.
Gently—at first—I take one swollen peak into my mouth. Her moan grows louder as I suck, harder now, greedier, as if I’ve been starving for her. And maybe I have been.
Her hands tangle in my hair, her fingers grappling for purchase as she urges me on. “Mickey, please…”
“You know what I read online, sweetheart?”
“N-no,” she whimpers. “What did you r-read?”
“Women can start lactating already in the sixteenth week of pregnancy. And you can induce lactation by sucking on the nipples alone.” I close my mouth around her nipple again, creating suction until she cries out. Whether from discomfort or pleasure, I don’t know, and I don’t particularly care. I want to taste her fucking milk. It might not be tonight or tomorrow, but I’ll keep sucking these fuckers until I get what I want.
She stops moving, her mouth forming a small O as a divot forms between her eyebrows. “You want my milk?” she asks, sounding incredulous.
Letting her tit fall from my mouth, I answer, “Of course.” Then I thrust upwards, making her moan. I want everything Gail’s body has to offer. And now that we’ve fucked a baby into her, it opens up a lot of possibilities I never even thought about. “I can’t wait until I can drink the milk from your nipples while fucking you until you can’t walk,” I moan.
Yep, sounds like fucking heaven to me.
For a moment, I worry I’ve scared her. However, when the confusion morphs into a smirk, I know that’s not the case. “I think I’d like that,” she hums. “Now make me come on your dick, Mickey.” Her words, so full of need, drive me wild. I reach between us, finding her clit, and I rub her in circles with my calloused fingertips.
Heat surges through me, a primal force that eclipses thought. Gail rocks against me, and the car becomes our world, small and infinite all at once. I feel her—really feel her—in a way that’s new, terrifying, and perfect. Her moans are my favorite melody, rising in pitch with every thrust.
“God, Mickey! So fucking good!” she pants, and her voice is a siren song pulling me deeper into the abyss of desire.
“Sweetheart, you’re incredible,” I rasp out, my breaths shallow as I trace the curve of her spine, feeling the shiver that courses through her body. The way she moves—fluid, like she’s both the ocean and the storm—is something I never want to forget. Every roll of her hips speaks of hunger, of need, and I’m more than willing to feast.
The rhythm we find is one of raw honesty; there’s no hiding in these movements, no pretense. It’s just me and Gail, and the truth of what we are together. I capture her lips with mine, a kiss that’s a promise and a confession all in one.
“More, please… I want more,” she whispers against my mouth, and it’s not just physical—it’s everything.
“Fuck, Gail...” The taste of her name on my tongue is sweeter than any victory I’ve ever tasted on the ice. “You feel so good.”
Her blue eyes lock onto mine, a stormy sea of emotion, and I’m drowning gladly. There’s power here between us, a current that pulls us under and pushes us toward something that feels a lot like destiny.
I’m pressed against her, the heat from our bodies mingling as we fight for control in the backseat of my car. Words, filthy and sweet, spill from my lips like prayers meant only for her ears. “God, Gail, you’re so tight,” I grunt, feeling every inch of me enveloped by her. “I want to feel you come around me.”
“Harder, Mickey,” she moans, nails digging into my shoulders, spurring me on. Her eyes, those vivid pools of blue, glaze over with lust, and it fuels my desire to please her, to push her over that edge. “Your cock… it’s perfect,” she whimpers, meeting my movements with her hips. The words are crude, raw, but they fit perfectly in this moment, where nothing exists but us.
“Fill me up! I want it all,” she says, her voice breaking as her body tenses beneath me.
When I put more pressure on her clit, she arches her back and cries out, her orgasm crashing through her like a tidal wave.
Her pussy pulses so hard around me I’m about to come. “Fuck, Gail, yes—” I can’t hold back any longer; pleasure crashes over me in waves, and I nut inside her as she shatters around me, her cries joining mine in the confined space of the car.
Too tired and used to sit upright, Gail sags against me, her head resting on my shoulder. Puffs of air hit my neck, making my skin pebble as I try to calm myself back down.
“Stay with me tonight?” she whispers.
Gently pulling away, lifting her onto the seat next to me, I fix our clothes, trying to return some semblance of order. “Not tonight, sweetheart,” I say softly. She looks so crestfallen I almost feel bad. “Not until you’re ready to come back to us.”
“Okay,” she says, her voice firm. “I get that.”
The drive home is quiet, but it’s a good kind of silence, filled with unspoken promises and the lingering touch of our encounter. I glance at Gail, her hair tousled, a flush still present on her cheeks. She looks out the window, but her hand finds mine, intertwining our fingers, grounding us in the reality of what’s happening.
Outside Jamie’s apartment, the engine idles, a purring beast beneath my hands that contrasts with the silence between us. Our breathing is still heavy, the windows fogged up with more than just the chilly night outside. I can’t shake off the heat that Gail kindles in me, the fire that she stokes with every touch, every moan.
Her hand lingers on the door handle, but she hesitates, caught in some limbo of wanting to stay and needing to leave. The streetlights cast a soft glow over her, painting her skin in shades of gold and shadow. There’s something about the way the light hits her that makes my heart hammer against my ribs like it wants out.
“Hey,” I say, breaking the silence. It feels like shattering glass, this fragile moment between us. She turns her head slowly, those blue eyes locking onto mine. They’re oceans I’ve drowned in a thousand times since I met her, and I’m ready to go under again.
“Hey yourself,” she replies, a smile dancing on her lips. It’s a smile I want to kiss, to taste, to own.
She’s an enigma wrapped in the body of a goddess, a woman who carries worlds within her gaze, and life inside her body. Her intelligence shines through, lighting up the darkness that’s always threatening to swallow me whole. And God, if she doesn’t make me want to be a better man.
“Before you go…” I start, my voice trailing off. This is it, the seismic shift, the moment where everything changes or stays the same. I’ve never been good with words; they’re too slippery, too elusive. But for Gail? For her, I’ll try to wrangle them into submission.
She waits, patient as ever, her hand falling from the door to rest in her lap. It’s now or never.
“I love you.” Three little words, but damn, they’re heavy, packed with all the things I’ve kept locked away. My past is a battlefield, littered with trust issues and scars that refuse to fade, but when I’m with her, it’s like I can breathe without gasping for air.
For a heartbeat, there’s nothing—no sound, no movement, just the weight of my confession hanging in the air. Then, she leans forward, closing the distance between us. Her lips press to mine in a kiss that’s sweet and tender, so unlike the frenzied hunger of earlier. It’s a promise, a bond, a mingling of souls.
“Say it again,” she murmurs against my mouth, her breath warm and inviting.
“I love you, Gail,” I repeat, my voice rough with emotion. “I fucking love you.”
Her eyes glisten, and I know she believes me because she sees the truth laid bare. This is just... me. Raw, unguarded, and completely hers.
“Thank you for saying it,” she murmurs.
Thank you? Motherfucking thank you? Ah hell! Even with Soren’s warning after how she reacted to him when he said it, I guess I wasn’t prepared for her to brush me off too.
I nod, unable to speak around the lump in my throat. But instead of lashing out or pulling back, I kiss her again. Because that’s what you do when you love someone. You stand by them; you protect them, and most of all, you never let them go.