Chapter 21 #2
Fuck, the sexy, addictive smell of him was stronger here, and I felt like I could get drunk off it. Ignoring his dick, which was so stiff it looked painful, I lapped and sucked his balls instead.
“Mick, please,” he begged.
I lifted up and could see his hands curled into fists, his knuckles white from how hard he was gripping the couch cushions.
Taking pity on him, I placed my lips on his dick, then lowered my head, letting the head push my mouth open.
Once I was halfway down, I tightened my mouth around him and eased my way back up.
His hands were still balled at his sides, and I had to admire his patience–if the tables were turned, I would have grabbed fistfuls of his hair and slammed my dick into his throat.
Michael’s mind reading powers kicked in again–he really was a sex magician–and he ran his hands through my hair.
Much gentler than I would have been, though.
Letting him guide me and set the pace, I sucked him for several more minutes–until my own dick couldn’t be ignored anymore.
I stood up and was going to suggest we move to the bedroom, but before I could even think, Michael dove forwards, pulled off my belt, trousers, and pants and had his mouth around my dick.
How did he do that so quickly? Sex magic.
That was the only explanation. He peered up at me, and I groaned and mumbled some more about how pretty he was.
Then without breaking eye contact, the bloody minx took my whole dick all the way to the back of his throat in one go.
Lord above, he was going to kill me. Death by sex. What a way to go, though. Just when I thought it couldn’t get any better, he did something with his throat–swallowed, I suppose–around the head of my dick while sucking and licking the base. Oh my, that was a clever trick.
“Fucking sex wizard,” I groaned.
Choking on laughter and my dick, Michael pulled off me. “What?” he said, his eyes sparkling in amusement.
“You’re a fucking sex wizard, Michael Prentiss.”
“I’ve been called a lot of things in bed before, but that’s a first.”
“We’re not in bed.” I pulled him up off the floor and slammed a harsh, closed mouth kiss into him. “Let’s fix that. Now.”
“You’ll hear no objection from me.”
Grabbing his hand, I dragged him into his bedroom and threw him onto his bed, I climbed over him.
“I’m on top this time.”
He twisted like he was trying to roll onto his stomach, but I put a hand on his hip.
“No, stay like this. I want to see your face when I come inside you, like last time.”
A look of doubt flashed in his eyes for a second, then he nodded, and I smiled.
Reaching for the Vaseline, I coated my fingers so I could get him ready.
I loved this part. On the rare occasion I was the on this side of things, I liked to take my time sliding my fingers into my lover, opening him up, finding that place inside him that made him–
“Ahhhhhh. Oh my God. Yes. There. Yes. Fuck! Yes! How are you so–Fuck–good at finding that spot?” he cried.
“A lot of practice on myself.” I grinned at him.
“Oh fuck, that’s a sexy image.” He arched his back as I slid another finger inside him.
“If you can still form sentences, I’m not doing this well enough.” I punctuated each word with a sharp thrust, and his filthy moans filled the room.
“Mick, enough! Please. Please fuck me now.”
“Oh, but I like doing this.” Scissoring my fingers, I added a third, then drove in and out of him.
“Please, Mick. Please!” There were tears in his eyes from the effort he was putting into not coming, and it made me giddy with joy. As much fun as torturing him with pleasure was, my own dick was hard and leaking, and I needed relief.
I pulled out of him, wiping my hand on the top blanket and making a note to wash it for him later. He whimpered at the loss, but I didn’t let him feel it for long. Swiping a pillow, I put it under his arse and lined myself up with him. I pushed inside him, inch by inch, groaning with desire.
“You don’t have to go slow.”
“I do, sweetheart. Or this will be over in a minute.”
“I’m not going to take long either, love. Bloody go for it.”
Priding myself in giving my lovers what they want, I did as I was told.
Holding onto his hips, I pounded in and out of him at a punishing speed.
He was too far away; I needed to touch him.
Sliding my hands under his back, I scooped him up so we were chest to chest. He wrapped his arms and legs around me and held on tight while I slammed into him.
On each thrust, when I was as deep inside him as I could be, he grinded his hips down and clenched around me.
We were absorbed in each other. The only thing that mattered, that existed was him and me. The sounds of our animalistic grunts and the slapping of flesh against flesh surrounded us. The room was saturated by our scent. All I could feel was him.
I spilled deep inside him, and he cried out and came too, without even a hand on his dick, just the friction of our bodies.
He bent his head and kissed me, a long, luxurious, affectionate kiss, then climbed off me. The loss of him, every part of him was awful. I knew he needed to clean up, but I hated it. A lump was forming in my throat. Bloody ridiculous. Probably just all the heightened emotions from the sex.
“Bathroom’s all yours,” he said as he walked past the bedroom door. Where was he going? I heard noises in the kitchen. He was just tidying up.
I went and took care of myself and tried not to worry about why I felt sad after such incredible sex. When I got back, he was still in the kitchen. I pulled the top blanket off the bed and threw it in the corner, then crawled under the remaining sheets.
Michael came in with two glasses of water.
“We had a few drinks. We'll want water in the night to avoid hangovers.
He put a glass on my bedside table, then his.
Just as I was starting to worry something was up, he got into bed and rolled into my side.
As I put an arm round him and he settled his head on my chest, everything made sense again.
We lay together, not talking but not making any attempt to sleep, and it was bliss. His fingers traced invisible patterns on my chest, and I laced mine through his silky locks. My mind replayed the last wonderful hour.
“You’re gorgeous when you come, did you know that?” I murmured.
“Nobody’s gorgeous when they come.” He chuckled, his breath ghosting over my nipple.
“You are. Of course you are, you’re always gorgeous.” I wrapped my arms around him and kissed the top of his head. My eyes drooped, and as I drifted off, I sent a silent prayer that this was going to be our new normal, not another one-off.