Chapter 4
MICAH
“Micah…you shouldn’t be here.”
I shouldn’t, I know that.
I spent over a minute in her driveway contemplating whether I should even get out of my truck. The rest of the time, I battled and rationalized it out in my head that I promised I’d pick her up tonight. That we were going to see each other again.
We shouldn’t.
Fuck knows this might be the worst idea I’ve ever had, but it doesn’t seem like that when she’s standing right in front of me.
Sienna is wearing these light gray sweatpants and a baby pink t-shirt that’s balled at one side of her hip that shows off only the tease of skin, and I would like nothing more than to wrap my palms around her ass and slam her into the nearest wall.
Those golden brown eyes manifest the filthiest and most irresponsible ideas in my head. I’d love nothing more than to perform them all, but standing inside her house…not the best decision I could’ve made either.
“You never called off our date,” I reply, tossing the ball back in her court because I’m tired of holding it for a while. Life doesn’t always deal the easiest hand, but it’s how you play the cards that determines how you’re going to win.
“I thought that would’ve been implied.”
I move forward, eating up some of the space between us as she lifts her pretty little chin to look up at me.
“I’m a simple man, Sienna. I didn’t go to college.
I’ve worked in the same auto shop for over a decade, and I like clear and simple conversations.
I like you. And I haven’t dated in over five years since Heath’s mom left us.
I haven’t had a one-night stand in two. I’m busy as fuck, I’m raising my kid the best I can, and if it wasn’t for my mama, I’d be drowning more than I am now.
You’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever had the pleasure of being with, and I want to know you better.
And I really want to know what red outfit you have that you talked about because it’s all I’ve been thinking about since you mentioned it. ”
Sienna wraps her arms around her middle and holds my gaze with a slight unease. “You sound wonderful, Micah. But I can’t date a parent. Our district has strict rules about that.”
“What are they?”
“Well…” She presses her lips together as if creating the right things to say or that she doesn’t want to say them. “I couldn’t be Heath’s teacher, for one, and I adore him.”
My chest annoyingly tightens because I’d never want to take anything away from Sienna, even within the short time we’ve known each other.
The fact that she likes my kid is only a bonus.
The reality that I like her is the bitch that seems to suck balls. I came across someone that I didn’t even want to meet, and now I don’t want to break this—whatever it was—off quite yet.
“I guess that leaves us before we met,” I mutter, shoving my hands into my jeans pockets because my old ways are starting to rear their ugly head in my brain.
Back in the day, before my kid, I would’ve physically made it impossible to turn me down. I would’ve had her already against me and asked her to repeat those words.
I was a bastard, plain and simple, who didn’t play fair.
I knew what I had to offer, bordering on a cocky son of a bitch who was God’s gift to women in the bedroom because I was a giver, I lasted, and I could go two rounds with ample recovering time.
Sienna frowns. “I wish it wasn’t.”
“Well…” I blow out a long exhale from my lips. “This sucks.”
“It does. I wish…it were different.”
“Mhm…” I give her my best grin, trying not to look so brokenhearted about it because that would be crazy.
However, this is probably for the best. I’m not sure if I’m ready to bring a woman into Heath’s life, even though Laura has been gone for almost all of it.
And I definitely would wish to develop something serious before taking that step.
“You take care of yourself, Sienna. I’ll send some cupcakes to that bake sale you mentioned the other day. ”
Her golden irises search my face for something. “You’re not going to come?”
I can’t help but notice the disappointment in her tone, but I forge on.
“I think it’s for the best that I don’t.” Her lips part as if she’s about to say something, but no words come out, so I do her a solid and finish the rest of this conversation for her. “Maybe one of those fun runs or something more manly. I can do shit like that.”
“We’ll have one in the spring.”
“Perfect.” I take a step backward, feeling the bungee cord of attraction between us start to strain. “Have a good night, BCR.”
“BCR…” Her eyes widen as if remembering that acronym of a nickname I made for her that night we met. “What does that mean?”
“I think it’s highly inappropriate—”
“We’ve already fucked,” she argues matter-of-factly, clearly wanting to answer over worrying about how the obvious sounds. “I think we’re passed that.”
I’m certainly not.
Nonetheless, she has a right to know, I guess.
“Best Cock Rider,” I convey, pushing my cheek out with my tongue. “It fit. And Sienna felt so basic to put in my phone, and I definitely wanted to remember the girl who blew my mind that night.”
A few beats go by before she asks, “You always givin’ girls nicknames who…?”
I slowly begin to rock my head back and forth. “I haven’t been with someone in a while.”
“Why?”
“Time. And I have Heath to worry about.”
Her head slowly tilts to the side, her long chestnut hair falling down her slender shoulder as if contemplating a truth or a lie. “Why me?”
“Why not you?”
“Don’t evade my question.”
“Don’t make me answer.”
Her eyes slit. “How come?”
“Why mention it when you’ve already shut the door in my face?”
“I shut the door in your face?”
“You just told me you couldn’t see me anymore, sweetheart. I get it.” I shrug my shoulders as she straightens her spine. “No hard feelings.”
“This isn’t an easy thing for me.”
“I never said it was.”
Her nostrils flare, alluding that she’s getting frustrated, and it’s fucking adorable. “I don’t do things like that. I’m a teacher for God’s sake.”
My eyes aimlessly fall down her body. One that rode the shit out of me last week and took my cock like she was training for it.
Best Cock Rider ever.
“I noticed, Sienna,” I acknowledge, finding that small sliver of skin that peeks from her baby pink tee. “You should be thankful you don’t teach high school.” A broken chuckle forms and breaks free from her lips, and I flick my gaze up to find her hand covering her mouth. “What?”
“That’s disgusting and vile and completely—”
“True,” I input immediately. “Do you know how hard it would be to concentrate in your class and not sport a boner around, Sienna?”
She blushes, biting on the tip of her thumb and forcing my brain to start thinking that we better go.
Yet, my feet don’t move.
I remain grounded in my spot. To this beautiful woman who doesn’t comprehend how absolutely stunning she is. Add on that she’s a teacher, and my cock begins to bulge in my pants.
Go, Micah.
“Hard,” I answer for her. “And I gotta go.”
She swallows, bowing her head a bit, and I prefer it that way. If she speaks anymore, I’ll never leave. I’ll by no means abide by her wishes and attempt to convince her to change her mind.
But, again, the asshole thing to do.
I begin to pivot when her voice stops me on the spot.
“Micah?” I crane my head to look back at her, a vision I’m not going to be forgetting any time soon. A step of maturity and severe self-restraint that I didn’t even know existed within me. “You should have dinner with me…since you’re already here.”
So fucking tempting…
“Wish I could, sweetheart…but I’m trying to respect your wishes here, and I really don’t want to eat food just yet.”
“Maybe…after the school year—” I shake my head, balling my hands into fists at my side to hold on to my composure.
“I don’t want to be that guy. I don’t want you to wait for me. I don’t—listen, Sienna, I admire the shit out of you. Way past you…what happened between us. You’re my son’s teacher, and there isn’t another job that I would want any less than what you are.”
She smiles, which doesn’t make anything easier.
“Don’t do that.”
Her lips falter a bit. “Do what?”
“Don’t flash that pretty little smile at me and expect me to still walk out this door.”
She runs her palm down her mouth, and it suddenly disappears. “Better?”
No.
I sound like a whiny ass bitch right now, but nothing would be better than her fucking lips on mine right now. “Sure. I’m leaving.”
“Okay.”
“Out the door.”
“Preferably.”
Alright.
Another attempt to turn to do just that but, this time, Sienna forges forward. Her soft chest hits mine before her fingers are threading through my hair and dragging my face down to hers.
I don’t resist it.
I don’t pull back and turn my head.
I devour.
Our lips clash into a whirlwind of pure need and lust as I lift her up by her ass and delve my tongue inside her mouth.
Sienna moans, a sound that I’ve missed since Saturday and exactly as I remember.
I have no fucking clue where I’m going, not taking a good layout of her place, but I’m good with a wall as I slam her back into one.
“Bedroom,” she mutters through lapses of kisses. “Down the hall, on the right.”
She unwraps her legs around my waist, then makes me chase her mouth when she bends over to remove her sweatpants.
Her shirt is next, ripped over her head and exposing a matching lace bra that barely covers her flawless tits.
And the teacher is definitely showing out with what she’s working with.
“Fuck me,” I mindlessly groan the moment her little fingers start to unbutton my jeans with impatience.
“Is that what you want me to do again?” she taunts, a little spread of her lips only coaxing me to lose control.
To fail to keep in sight what she wanted to do.
“Only if you give me time to return the favor, Sienna.” My gaze holds her impenetrable golds when I add, “Make sure that, if you touch my dick, you’re ready for a full night.”
Her hand snakes down, between my jeans and boxers, and it’s over.
My fingers wrap underneath her chin, leaning in to kiss her again, and I mock her actions by sliding my fingers between her thighs and finding the lace material of her panties.
Her grip finds my cock, her palm sliding over my rigid length, and I groan as she slowly strokes me through my pants.
I run my index and middle finger up her clit, finding her already wet and ready for me. It only provokes the need to get closer as my ring finger hooks around the edge of her bottoms to expose her sweet center.
I need to touch her.
Be inside her.
The touch of her soaked for me almost makes my composure snap in two. An inferno is currently festering its way through my whole frame, and I can’t stop it.
My head spins, all the blood in my body rushing from my head right to my dick, and Sienna holds that fucker like it’s her only job to touch it.
She can.
Any fucking time she wants.
Sienna’s mouth molds so goddamn perfectly to mine, and I begin to unbuckle under her movements. The feel of her as I circle her cunt and feel those shattered exhales that brush my lips, and she begins to experience her own buildup.
It only heightens my desire.
My need.
To mark and own this girl, which is absolutely insane.
Dropping to my haunches, I lose her chokehold on my dick, but we’ll get to that later.
Right now, I’m practically salivating at the wish for a taste of her. Drawing her leg by the back of her knee, I drape it over my shoulder and allow one inhale of her sweet fucking cunt before diving in.
My tongue lashes out over her entrance, then drags up to her swelling nub. Sienna’s fingers lace through my hair, and she pursues me, rolling her curvy little hips as a gasp fills the air between us.
I have so much I want to say, but I’m fixated on how amazing she tastes. How her body slightly trembles under my touch on her thighs as I keep her parted and open for me to consume.
My cock aches for release while Sienna runs her hand back and forth through my hair, urging me forward.
I’ve never known hunger for one person before, not like this.
Not when I feel as though my whole body is going to combust if I’m not inside her.
That if I don’t sink so far and deep that I’ll never feel fulfilled.
“Micah,” Sienna mewls through sexy little pants. “Take me to the bedroom.”
“Come on my tongue.”
She lets out a little grunt of frustration, but she doesn’t stop trying to ride my face.
No, she takes and petitions for more.
“Goddamn, sweetheart,” I mutter against her core, feeling her drench me, the stubble on my face, as I press a long kiss to her core with my tongue. “I can’t wait for you to drown my cock with this pussy. Feel you so fucking deep again.”
“I want that,” I hear her say through strained pants. “Micah, please…”
I reach behind her and spread both of her asscheeks with my palms. “Every hole, Sienna. I want to feel every…single…fucking hole.”
“Yes,” she whimpers. “Whatever you want.”
Oh, shit.
If I had it my way, I’d have her for a fucking week. I’d keep her in bed for me to fuck, explore, and devour until I couldn’t see straight, couldn’t leave the bed, or remember my damn name.
I want to lose myself in her, become absolutely sated, and keep coming back for more.
“Micah…” Sienna’s hold tightens on my hair. “I’m going to come.”
I knead the soft flesh of her ass, humming in contentment when I suck her clit between my lips and thrust two fingers inside her tight as fuck cunt.
I pump four times before she’s rasping out her climax.
Fucking my fingers and mouth as she climbs and falls.
I wait for her to become almost deadweight against my shoulder when I carefully place her leg back down and rise, finding her cheeks flush from her orgasm and her eyes now a glossy gold that looks like it just hit the sun.
“God, I hope you’re sensitive”—I lift her by her waist, and she instantly wraps her legs around me—“because I can’t wait to hear you scream.”