Chapter 23 Kaylee
TWENTY-THREE
KAYLEE
Ihad done it. I had finally asked Micah the question that had been weighing on me.
And his response was nothing like I had expected.
“I want you, Kay,” he said urgently as he looked me into the eyes, unwavering.
“I want you so badly it’s driving me insane.
The urges I feel, the things I want to do to you every moment of every day—” He let out a frustrated grunt in the back of his throat, then stopped and looked down, almost shame-faced.
“It’s like I have this ravenous monster inside of me that I’m barely able to control. ”
Micah’s fists were clenched at his sides as he made his confession, hands shaking as if fighting for that control at this very second.
I was trying to understand what he was thinking. I was trying to understand what he was saying, and what he had left unsaid.
It was true, Micah had pounced on me at every opportunity. Kisses, touches, and more. He hadn’t held back with his physical affection. There was only one thing he had held back on.
“And what’s so wrong with losing control?” I asked him.
His head snapped up, his lips in a firm line.
“You don’t get it,” he said, on the verge of impatience. “I don’t want to just ravage you like some feral animal. I want to treat you the way you deserve. I want to do this right.”
I was beginning to see where Micah was coming from.
For someone who always thought he had to take care of others, for someone who always wanted to do the best thing for the band, the right thing, it must have been hard to feel like he had no control over his own emotions, over his own actions, when it came to the person he loved.
But just because I could see where he was coming from, didn’t mean that I agreed with his point of view.
I decided to be blunt. Maybe that was the only way I could get through to him, to get him to face his fears, just like he’d been trying to do in other aspects of our relationship all along.
“What if I want you to ravage me like a feral animal?” I asked, completely serious, not a hint of teasing or coyness.
Micah’s eyes went wide.
“What if the treatment I deserve is being nailed to the bed and fucked into exhaustion?” I continued.
“Shit, Kay, you can’t say things like that,” he groaned, putting a hand over his face and scrubbing at it.
“I’m not joking,” I told him. “If you think you need to treat me like some sheltered princess or blushing virgin, you’re wrong.”
I grabbed him by the shoulders, surprising him so that his hand fell from his face. I yanked him close enough that our noses touched.
“I want you, Micah,” I said firmly. “I want everything you have to give me. I don’t need you to hold back for my sake. You won’t scare me off. That is, unless you’ve got some odd knife-play kink I’m not aware of,” I added, a sly grin crossing my lips. “That might be a bit much to start off with.”
Micah let out a choked laugh and shook his head.
“Why are you so—” he started to say, then sighed and chuckled at the same time. “What am I going to do with you?”
I reached down to unbuckle his belt and pop open the button on his jeans.
“You’re going to nail me to the bed and fuck me into exhaustion, that’s what,” I replied. “If it’s too much, I’ll tell you, okay? You don’t have to worry about me.” I repeated the same words he’d told me earlier.
Micah wrapped a hand around my wrist and gently pulled it away. He stood up and kicked off his jeans and his boxers, baring his stiff length. Despite our many years of living together, this was the first time I’d seen him like this, hard and thick.
My stomach clenched and my core ached at the thought of him inside me. I was already so wet from before, but now it felt like a scorching heat was burning me up from the inside. And I knew Micah was the only thing that could quench it.
He got back on the bed and crawled on top of me, settling himself between my legs. The feel of his hot length nudging against my thigh set my heartbeat racing. I half-expected him to just push in, but I should have known better than that.
Micah let the weight of his body press down into me as he took my wrists in one hand and pinned my arms above my head.
“Keep them there,” he said in a low voice.
My breath caught in my throat at the command. I knew Micah liked to be in control, but I hadn’t really thought too hard about how that might translate into the bedroom. If he wanted to go all dom on me, I wasn’t going to complain. In fact, the idea excited me in a way I hadn’t expected.
His hand left my wrist, trailing down my body, between my breasts and down my stomach until his fingers were between my folds, finding me wet and wanting. He circled my entrance, making my inner walls pulse almost painfully, but he didn’t enter me yet.
“I thought you said you were going to ravage me like a wild animal?” I asked.
“Don’t predators like to play with their prey?” he murmured in my ear, then bit down sharply.
I gasped at the sensation of his teeth sinking into my flesh, enjoying it more than I thought I would have. The pain in my ear throbbed in time with the aching in my core.
I whined and rubbed my thighs together to alleviate that ache, trapping Micah’s wrist as he continued to tease me.
“So eager,” he said with wicked amusement.
He sunk two fingers into me in one smooth motion and I bucked my hips in surprise, and in pleasure.
The drag of those calloused fingers against sensitive nerve endings had me seeing sparks.
He pulled out, then pushed in again, harder this time, and I gasped out loud.
He did it again, and again, making me gasp and groan and writhe on the bed.
Micah—! Ahhh, Micah!” It was only when I was reduced to a single word that he finally removed his fingers and positioned himself to enter me. He grabbed one thigh and lifted it up around his hip.
“Kaylee,” Micah demanded. “Look at me.”
I realized I had squeezed my eyes closed in anticipation. I peeled them open and found myself lost in the intensity of his gaze. It burned into me, as if he were burrowing deep and latching himself onto my heart, onto my soul.
“I love you,” he said roughly.
Then he finally, finally, pushed inside, stealing all the air from my lungs with the force of his thrust. Even though my mouth had fallen open, I couldn’t make a single sound. I was awash in a full-body buzz of pleasure, his thick length spreading me open until he was buried to the hilt.
Micah growled and leaned down to bite my shoulder, hitching my leg up higher and thrusting even deeper. His grip on my thigh was strong enough to bruise, but I didn’t care. I threw my head back as his actions became even more forceful, even more exacting.
If Micah had been worried about going too hard, he had nothing to worry about. Every powerful snap of his hips, every thrust, sent me reeling with a delightful thrill.
With no warning, he pulled out and flipped me over in a flurry of sheets and pillows. I flailed and squeaked, taken by surprise and trying not to kick him in the face with a stray foot. He used one hand to urge my ass up and the other to press into the curve of my spine between my shoulder blades.
“I want to fuck you like this,” he leaned down to hiss into my ear.
My insides turned to liquid at the hunger in Micah’s voice. It was as if he were a starving man and I was a tasty meal he was dying to consume. As if I were a sumptuous dessert he couldn’t wait to gobble up in one bite.
“Y-yes,” I gasped. “I want you to fuck me, just like this.”
When he resumed, it was at a breakneck pace.
His hard length filled me up completely as he slammed into me, again and again, making my toes curl and flex.
The smacking sound of flesh hitting flesh filled the room, joining the noise as I cried out.
His fingers dug into my hip, no doubt leaving red marks that I was more than happy to wear.
Damp red curls fell over my face as I pressed my cheek into the mattress, trying to take in a lungful of air in between each unyielding thrust and my subsequent cries. Gentle fingers brushed the strands away and tucked them behind my ear.
“Kay,” Micah breathed. “Does this feel good?”
The only verbal response I could make was a whimper, but I nodded vigorously.
“Do you feel ravaged?” he asked with dark amusement.
I whined and nodded again
“Have you been fucked into exhaustion?” he continued wickedly.
I let out a small moan, fingers clutching the sheets above my head, and nodded.
“Come for me, Kay,” Micah commanded, sneaking a hand between my thighs and playing with me again.
I shuddered and cried out one last time, loud and long, as stars exploded across my vision and pleasure filled every nerve ending. Micah gave one last thrust and let out his own cry, his body trembling against mine.
Eventually, he slipped out of me and I collapsed onto my side, just as spent as him. Micah crawled up the bed and splayed himself over me, pressing his front to my back. He wrapped his arms around my waist and yanked me close.
“Holy shit,” I finally said, in between gasps for air. “You have my permission to ravage me any time you want.”
“It wasn’t too much?” Micah asked quietly, pressing a kiss to my shoulder.
“It was perfect,” I told him. “From the way you were acting before, I thought you might want to smack my ass, or pull my hair, or make me get down on my knees, all sorts of things.”
“I was tempted,” Micah admitted. “But I didn’t want to be too rough with you. Not without asking you first.”
“Permission granted,” I replied immediately.
Micah snorted an amusement laugh. “I’ll remember that for next time.”
He went silent for a time, and we both basked in the afterglow. I was on the verge of falling asleep, a post-coital mid-afternoon nap, when he spoke up.
“So…” he began hesitantly. “Are we okay?”