Chapter Thirty-Five
THIRTY-FIVE
Aidan
Holy fucking FUCK.
I close my eyes, my entire body trembling with want.
It’s been ten seconds of having my cock in Micah’s mouth, and already I’m on the verge of exploding.
I slide the rest of my length into her perfect, soft, wet mouth and still. I close my eyes and take a second to breathe. My heart is hammering in my chest, my breathing is ragged, and my brain is mush. Her mouth, her tongue, her throat—it all feels incredible.
When I open my eyes, I glance down and see her circling her fingers slowly against her clit. My knees buckle and my balls tense. Good fucking god, that’s insanely hot.
She moans, the vibrations in her throat and mouth pulsing through my cock. I grunt.
I could come right here, right now. She just feels so good; she just looks so fucking sexy.
But I can’t. Not yet. I want to pace myself. I want to make this last a little bit longer.
Gripping the base of my cock, I ease out of her mouth slowly, then slide back in. I’m slow and gentle with my thrusts, and not just for my sake. I want to make sure this is good for her too.
“What a good girl you are, taking my dick in your mouth while you play with your perfect pussy.”
Her eyes roll back, and she moans around my cock, which is hard as steel.
“Fuck, I wish I could see you with your vibrator right now.”
She stills and taps my arm. I ease out of her mouth. She takes a breath. “I, um, have a vibrator. In my purse. If you want to see me play with it…”
I march out of the room instantly. Micah’s laugh floats behind me. I grab her purse from my living room, bring it back to my bedroom, and hand it to her.
She chuckles. “That was quick.” She pulls out what looks like a small silver lipstick.
“You keep a vibrator in your purse?” I ask, my mouth curling up in a smile.
She flashes a shy grin. “It was a gag gift from a friend years ago. But it comes in handy.”
Micah holds the small vibrator to her clit and turns it on. A low buzzing sound fills the room as her mouth falls open and she moans.
For a second, I just stand there and watch her, savoring the gorgeous image of her pressing that vibrator to her pussy.
I step up to her and gently grip her chin in my hand. “Are you ready to take my cock again?”
She nods and opens her mouth. When I push the head of my cock past her lips and slide into her mouth, she moans even louder than she did the first time. Just like before, I start off with slow thrusts. But it doesn’t take long for me to pick up speed. I’m getting so turned on, watching her pleasure herself with that vibrator while she takes my hard dick in her throat.
Her legs start to tremble and her moans grown louder.
“Are you gonna come, Micah? Are you gonna come with my cock in your throat?”
She whimpers around me and nods.
“Good girl.”
Slowly, I slide out, then in. Her pussy is soaked with her wetness and my saliva. God, that’s sexy.
The feral part of me doesn’t want to just stand there and watch, so I reach my free hand between her legs. “Do you want me to fill you up with my fingers again?”
Another whimpered moan as she nods her head. I slide in two fingers, then three. She kicks up the speed on her toy and groans. I grit my teeth as the vibrations from her throat and mouth amp up the pleasure pulsing through me. I can’t come. Not yet.
I focus on her and pump my fingers in and out of her tight, wet pussy. Not even a minute later, she comes screaming around my dick.
The vibrations are full-on pulses now. My cock is throbbing. I’m on the razor edge of coming. Just another few thrusts into her mouth and I’m there.
“Can I come in your mouth? Is that okay?” I rasp.
She hums, “Mmm-hmm.” And then she reaches her free hand behind her, grips my ass, and pulls me closer, deeper into her throat.
Fucking god YES.
It only takes two thrusts before I unload into Micah’s sweet throat. My brain shatters as I come. Pleasure thrums through my entire body. It’s so hard and so intense that I can barely stand up straight. I pull my hand away from Micah’s pussy and plant it on the bed, bracing myself. The sound that falls from my mouth isn’t human. It’s rough and wild and deafening.
When I finish, I ease out of her mouth.
She lets out a shaky breath. I stare at her lying on my bed, face red and lips swollen. For a second, I’m scared it was too much, but then she aims that beautiful smile at me.
“That was okay?” she says softly.
I grin, lean down, and slide up her the bed so that she’s against the pillows now. I climb up next to her, then pull the comforter over us. I slink my arms around her and hug her against me.
“Not ‘okay.’ That was incredible. Beyond incredible. Holy shit, Micah.”
Smiling, she kisses me. The rest of the night we stay like that, cuddled together.
As she falls asleep in my arms, I think about earlier. I think about how vulnerable I was in front of her, how she didn’t shy away when I divulged all that emotional baggage with my dad. I think about how much closer I felt when I shared all that with her, how feeling her care and support made me want her even more.
Is that weird? To feel so turned on after such an emotionally vulnerable moment?
But then I realize that I don’t care. All that matters is the way Micah makes me feel, the way I make her feel, the way we feel about each other.
That ache in my chest from earlier resurfaces, only this time it’s deeper, more intense.
And that’s when I know: I’m falling hard for Micah.