Chapter 5 #2
I take him gently in my hand, caressing him softly as I tip my face down to lick around the head of his cock.
“Jesus Christ.” He moans as I let my tongue slip all around his ridges, reveling in the smooth softness of the delicate skin there.
He inhales sharply through his teeth as I wrap my lips around him, closing my eyes to savor the clean, fresh smell of his soap and the delicious salty goodness of his cock in my mouth.
He wraps his fists in my hair, and I let his cock slide just a bit further into my mouth, my saliva slicking his shaft as I press my tongue along the ridge that runs underneath the length of him. I hollow my cheeks slightly, and he gasps as I draw him in just a couple inches more.
His breathing is ragged as his hands clench tightly in my hair, holding me there. I slide my hands around to grip his ass, coaxing him further into my mouth.
But instead, he releases my hair and brings his hands around to my face, nestling them gingerly at each side of my jaw, and I can feel his gaze hot against my skin as he watches me intently.
I look up to meet his eyes as I move my mouth slowly over him, just an inch or so, back and forth along his shaft, pressing my tongue up against him as I gently suck his cock.
“Ohhh, fuck, Kace.” His jaw juts out and he groans, pushing himself into my mouth. He’s large and thick, and I can feel his cock press against the back of my throat.
I close my eyes and enjoy the sensation of him thrusting slowly, his cock slipping along my tongue in long, smooth motions, back and forth as his hands guide my face ever so slightly.
I shift my body so I can feel the head of his cock rubbing against the roof of my mouth, enjoying the way his breathing intensifies.
But I want more.
My pussy is throbbing with every twitch of his cock in my mouth, and I’m craving him inside me.
BUZZZZEEEEEEEEP.
I jerk my head back suddenly, and there’s a soft pop as his dick slips out of my mouth. A thin strand of saliva stretches from my lips to the end of his cock.
“What’s that?” I ask.
“Oh fuck. It’s the pizza.” He’s still breathing hard, and he runs one hand through his hair before bringing both hands back to the sides of my face and shaking his head. “Just forget about it. It doesn’t matter.”
“Mm-hmm.” I nod as I move back toward him again, licking at the head of his cock.
BUZZZZEEEEEEEEP. BUZZZZEEEEEEEEP.
“Don’t worry about it. Just ignore it,” he whispers.
“Mm-hmm.”
Except—it’s pizza. Delicious pizza. And I’m gonna be starving later.
I pull away again. “Actually, do you mind grabbing the pizza quick, and then we can heat it up later? I promise I won’t go anywhere.” I smile up at him dreamily.
“Uhh…sure. Yeah, of course.” He smiles at me as he works hi mself back into his briefs and somehow manages to zip his jeans over his raging hard-on. I watch as he stretches his T-shirt back over his head and grabs his black leather jacket off the wall to cover up.
“I’ll be right back.” He smiles mischievously before heading downstairs.
I stretch out on his soft couch—Micah’s couch—and touch my fingertips to my breast, where his lips were just moments ago, as I listen to the muffled sounds of his voice coming from downstairs as he pays for the pizza.
I can’t believe I’m lying here topless in Micah’s apartment, my mouth still wet with the taste of him, waiting for him to come back and ravage me.
Then I hear the pad pad of his footsteps coming up the steps, and he throws the door open and shoots me the sweetest grin as he closes the door. The smells from the hot crust and melty cheese are wafting over me as he heads to the kitchen to set the pizza on the table. Yummy.
He tosses his jacket to the side and practically rips his T-shirt off, then he moves to sit down close to me. He looks absolutely delicious.
“I can’t believe you’re really here,” he says, letting his gaze roam over my breasts.
“Kace,” he says quietly, and my body keys in to the sound of his voice, all velvety soft as he says my name.
He trails a finger lightly over my breasts, making hypnotic little circles that have my nipples pinching up hard. I watch as he licks his lips, and my eyes lock on that sexy mouth, those luscious lips.
I want him.
“When I was downstairs, I was thinking about you up here, waiting for me. As I came back up the steps, I was afraid I might open the door, and just like that, you’d be gone. Like it would all be some wild figment of my imagination.”
He almost makes it sound like he’s been wanting this—wanting me —even before tonight. But that can’t be. Can it?
“But you’re here,” he says, flashing me one of his most handsome smiles. “I can’t believe you’re here.”
He leans over and kisses me so softly, melting my heart, and I tremble with excitement as he moves back over me.
I meet his gaze again, and he smiles at me in a way that warms me through. For the first time I let myself consider something truly incredible: What if this is for real?
“Kace,” he whispers.
“Mm-hmm?” I ask, my heart swooning at the sweetness in his eyes.
He pauses for a moment before he whispers, “I’m glad Rebecca left.”
“Mmm—”
Err…hold on a second.
I know he meant it to be sweet, but just hearing him say her name out loud has me bristling.
All of a sudden I’m thinking about how I ended up back here in the first place. If the amazing Rebecca hadn’t walked out on him yesterday, I’d still be sitting at home by myself in Pine Creek, and Micah would be finishing his album and happily going off on tour. With her.
I roll over on my side and scooch myself up onto my elbow, trying to inch my body away from him.
“Kace?”
I’m such a fool. What am I even doing here?
“I need to get up,” I tell him.
“What’s wrong? Are you feeling OK?” He’s probably thinking it’s all that wine I put down.
“Yeah… I mean, no… I mean, I don’t know.” I squirm out from underneath him, crossing my arms to cover my naked breasts and swinging my legs off the edge of the couch so I can sit up. “This was a big mist ake.”
“Wait, what?” He leans away from me and looks utterly confused, but then his expression changes.
“No, you’re right.” He drops his face into his hands and stares down toward his lap. Then he says, “I’m so sorry,” and he jumps off the couch to grab my tank top off the floor.
“Thanks,” I mumble. He turns away politely as I wrestle my boobs back into my bra and struggle to pull my tank top over my head. I’m obviously still a little hazy from the alcohol.
Why did I drink so much?
“Fuck.” He’s still facing away from me. “Goddamnit. I had a lot to drink tonight, and I know you had more than your share too. I never should have let this happen.”
Suddenly I realize he’s drunk too. He probably wouldn’t have had one sexy thought about me tonight if it wasn’t for the alcohol.
I’m such an idiot. How could I have let myself get so carried away?
He turns to face me, his eyes full of sorrow. “I’m sorry. I—I never meant to take advantage of you.”
I know he means what he’s saying. I know he’s talking about the alcohol, but my mind is taking his words somewhere else completely.
Because he has taken advantage of me. I mean, not tonight.
No, I’m a big girl, and I made all my own choices tonight.
But he was taking advantage of me when he started playing with Rebecca behind my back.
Then he let me go and make a total fool of myself on that stage knowing full well he was going to replace me.
And then, after all that, he still figured he could lean on me yesterday when he needed a backup plan because Rebecca walked out on him.
Good old Kacie. She’s not great, but at least she’ll do in a pinch.
When am I gonna learn?
“Uhh…I need to go to bed. ”
“All right. Do you still want the pizza?”
“No. I just need to get some sleep.”
“Right. Sure, OK,” he says, his voice sounding a little more guarded. “Uhh…well I’ve got you all set to sleep in my room, and I’m gonna crash out here on the couch while you’re in town, OK? I put clean sheets on the bed, and there are towels on the counter in the bathroom for you.”
“OK. Thanks.”
“Yeah, for sure. There’s an extra key for the studio on the hook, just so you have it,” he says, gesturing toward the door.
“Got it.”
I’m sitting on the edge of the couch, and he’s standing close to me.
I glance up toward him and try to manage a smile just to smooth things over a little bit, but the booze is still hitting me pretty hard, and I’m not sure whether my true feelings are written all over my face.
But he catches my eye, and his voice is soft as he says, “OK, Kace.” He reaches out to brush a curl away from my face gently before running his hand lightly along my jawline, and I feel the electricity again. It’s still right there between us.
“Is there anything else you need?” he asks.
It’s probably just the hormones and the alcohol coursing through my veins, but the softness of his touch and the genuine concern in his eyes have me all stirred up again despite myself.
Maybe just one last kiss, and we’ll see where it takes us?
“Nope, I’m all set,” I lie, hopping up from the couch.
He nods his head, but his expression hardens a little.
“Well, I’m gonna hit the sack,” I say. “Hopefully we’ll get through a good chunk of the album tomorrow.”
“Yeah, sounds good,” he says, but he turns his body away from me.