32 - Kayla #2
I bit down on my lips and whimpered, trying to hold onto some semblance of power and control.
It was probably a good idea to get this over with quickly, given how anyone could walk in here.
Miller, who forgot something in his office.
Gabe, who suddenly found something to say to us about what this all meant.
But for now, the bar was deserted, and it was all ours. I wanted Michael to take whatever time he needed.
Besides, the thought of being caught sent a thrill of arousal coursing through me, setting my skin on fire.
“I can’t hear you, Kayla.”
Our eyes met, and I caught the glint of mischief shining in his gaze.
"That’s fine." I pushed my own fingers down my body to find my clit, and began stroking, my hips rocking to push me closer to the edge. And as soon as I could feel the muscles low in my stomach tightening like a coil, Michael pulled my fingers from my own skin, pinning both hands above my head.
“That’s not allowed.” His fingers wrapped roughly around my wrists.
"You're going to regret this." Pushing up toward him, I pressed my breasts against his chest, the feeling sending shocks over my wildly sensitive skin.
"One day, maybe. But for now I'll enjoy it very much."
My teeth sought out his lip, biting down hard enough to make him cry out. It did the trick, and he released me, taking his attention back between my legs. His tongue teased me open and he went for it.
I closed my eyes and surrendered to him, clawing at the edges of the bar. "Fuck, yes, like that. Just like that."
My breathing picked back up to the same shuddering rhythm I had before as I began to move my hips in the same motion as his tongue worked on my clit.
It felt like waves lapping the shore, my climax looming over me.
The coil deep within my stomach tightened, my hips moving in a messy pattern now as heat enveloped my skin.
With nails digging into his arm, I arched my back and allowed the sweet waves of my orgasm to crash over me and sweep me up into bliss.
Michael removed his fingers from my core and greedily sucked them clean, the sound of my breathy moans punctuating the tension rising between us. Licking off the glistening remnants of my arousal on his lips, he nudged my knees to part even wider for him.
"I don’t need to say it." His gaze was locked on my pussy, and he was probably right.
But.
"I like to hear it,” I said, my voice a low moan as I tilted my head.
“I love being inside you,” Michael whispered.
He crawled over me again, his lips locking with mine in an agonizingly slow kiss.
Taking his time, he parted my lips with his own, slipping his tongue into the warmth of my mouth.
I wrapped my legs around his waist, giving him a silent urge to get where he needed to be.
Lifting onto his forearms, without breaking the contact of our lips, he positioned himself just right before pushing as deep as he could.
He released a hot, shaky breath into my mouth, and I drank in the wave of pleasure that coursed through his body.
Even though he wasn't moving his hips, my soaked walls gripped his cock so tight I thought he’d come that very second.
"Fuck, Kayla. Are you doing that on purpose?"
"Doing what?" I asked coyly, my tongue snaking out to lick his lower lip. "This?" My walls clenched again, before relenting just slightly. "Maybe I am..."
"Keep it up and I won't last much longer."
"Is that a threat or—" I repeated the action, moaning as I did before adding, "...a promise?"
"Both." He crashed his mouth to mine, his tongue plunging into my mouth with such intensity it muffled my pleasured moans.
He set his hips into a fluid motion, thrusting deep into me at just the right angle.
Using his knees to carry a bit of his weight, he picked up the pace of his hips before slowing down again, bending his elbow so he could press his chest against my breasts, his face buried in the curve of my neck.
The warmth from his body sent my senses into overdrive.
My body rocked as he moved, the amount of weight he took off me allowing me to rock my hips just right with his.
When he slowed down, I gave a contented sigh at the feeling of the shallow thrusts that contrasted with his forceful pounding.
We’d only just started, but Michael already knew how to read my body like nobody else had ever done before.
My hand came up to grip his hair, tugging just slightly as he picked the pace back up, mouth nipping at the skin of my neck and jaw.
It sent little electric shocks coursing through me.
And just when I thought he couldn’t get any deeper, he thrust harder and proved me wrong. My head came to rest on his shoulder, nails grazing his back, leaving my mark. I tightened against him before pushing on his chest, and he slowed his movements again.
Pulling back slightly, Michael gave me a questioning look. “You okay?”
"I want to be on top."
His confusion dissolved into a knowing grin, and he wrapped an arm around my waist, keeping me close as he adjusted our weight.
"Better?"
"Better," I said, lowering myself onto his rock-hard cock at the same time as the word spilled from my lips.
Michael let out a low groan that shuddered through my pussy, and I ground my hips harder. Just right. Working up a pace that made my pussy throb and clench wildly.
“Much better.”
"Mmm…" he groaned, bucking his hips to meet mine as his fingers gripped my ass.
I knew he loved watching me move around the bar, serving drinks to patrons, but this, this was putting my work in a whole different light.
I wasn’t working; I was working him on the deep mahogany.
The rush of it sent a fresh surge of arousal dripping out of me to coat his thighs.
We slipped and slammed into each other with growing urgency, our breath mingling in a flurry of hungry kisses and whispered encouragement.
“Kayla… I’m— I’m going to…”
"Going to?" I lifted off his dick slightly, slowing the roll of my hips.
He groaned, hands trying but failing to pull me back down onto his throbbing cock. "Not now."
"You started it." I gave a soft laugh, nibbling at his earlobe. "Say it, Michael. Say it like the entire world is depending on you to come. To come deep inside my hot, dripping, pussy."
"Fuck." His cock twitched with the need to do just that. "You want that don't you?"
"Oh, yes. Just as much as you do. Now show me how bad you want this and cave like I did, Captain."
"Please," he hissed before pulling my hips, this time satisfied as he slid deep within me, my mouth finding his to muffle the cries that threatened to wake the city.
The warmth of him, the welcoming friction as his hips pushing to meet mine, sent my head spinning. His hands moved down to grip my ass once more, manipulating my hips to add to the rhythm I’d already started.
"Oh, fuck me…" I moaned as I rode him with as much fervor as I could summon on the uncomfortably hard bar counter. My hips undulated against him, the coil in my stomach tightening just like before.
"Yeah, baby. That's what I'm doing."
He thrust his hips against mine with a bruising force now, hand gripping my hair and pulling that ravenous mouth against mine for a taste.
The vulgar noises of our bodies slamming together echoed in my ears and turned me on even more.
Our moans faded into desperate, primal growls.
He tilted my head up as he leaned in and traced his tongue up the length of my throat, hands at my jaw before he pulled my eyes back to his level.
Each daring the other. I felt it rising in him, and that rushed me to the edge of my own destruction.
Michael came with a grunt of pleasure, tilting his head back against the brass tap as he thrust deep, electricity surging through his body, cock pulsing hot rivulets of cum deep inside me.
I followed after him, nails gripping at his shoulders as light burst behind my eyes.
I rode out my climax, totally giving in to the heat rushing over my skin.
The cool, stagnant air of the bar hit our sweat-slicked skin like a bucket of ice water, a jarring reminder that we weren't alone in the world. I was still draped across the counter, my legs tangled with Michael’s, my heart performing a slow, heavy thud against my ribs.
Then, the sharp, digital ping of my phone sliced through the silence.
It was sitting face-up on the mahogany, the screen illuminating the dim light with a clinical, unforgiving brightness. I reached out, my fingers trembling as I swiped the notification.
Gabe: Is he still there?
The air left the room. The four words felt like a physical weight pressing down on the bar.
Michael saw it, and he didn't wait for me to speak.
He was off the bar in a heartbeat, his athletic reflexes kicking in as he scrambled for his discarded shirt on the floorboards.
He was a blur of motion, pulling on his pants and shoving his feet into his shoes without socks.
The guilt on his face made my heart ache.
"I should go," he whispered, his voice hushed and urgent as he fumbled with his belt. "If he’s awake, if he’s waiting at the top of those stairs... I don't want to make this harder on him, Kayla. I’ll call you from the car."
I didn't move for a second, watching him try to retreat into the shadows, try to play the part of the mess he’d promised he wasn't. I looked at the phone, then at the man who had just told me he loved me in front of the only person who mattered most.
"No," I said.
I sat up, sliding off the bar and grabbing my clothes to get dressed too.
Michael stood halfway in and halfway out of the bar at the open door, his shoulders hunched, ready to bolt into the night. He looked back at me, his eyes wide and confused.
“What do you mean, no?”
"If you walk away now, you’re proving him right," I said, my voice steady, the fear finally eclipsed by a fierce, protective certainty.
I walked around the bar, closing the distance between us. "Come upstairs with me.”
Michael’s gaze darted toward the ceiling, toward the boy who was waiting for an answer. "Are you sure?"
"He asked if you were still here," I told him, my hand firm on his forearm as I guided him out. "I'm not going to lie to him again."