26. Micah
TWENTY-SI X
MICAH
I adjust my throbbing dick inside my jeans, jaw tight as I force myself to walk out of the bathroom and leave Colton behind.
He’s still leaning against the sink, chest rising fast, flushed all the way to his ears.
My balls ache like hell, and yeah—edging myself in this way is cruel.
But watching him get needy and desperate for me in a public bathroom? Worth every second.
I step back into the restaurant, the smell of cheese and grease heavy in the air. Our table is loud, filled with the sounds of guys talking over each other and the scrape of metal chairs on tile.
Caleb glances up from his slice. “Where’s Colt? He’s missing all the food.”
I slide into my chair as if nothing happened, stealing a pepperoni off Ty’s plate. “Probably taking a shit,” I say casually, leaning back with a smirk.
Caleb snorts. “Figures. Always bailing at the best part.” He goes back to his pizza, conversation moving on without a second thought .
I bite into the pepperoni, my cock still throbbing against my tight ass jeans. Every nerve in my body is keyed up, alive with the memory of Colton pressed against me, his soft groans in my ear, the feel of him straining and rubbing helplessly.
He’s going to walk out here with that pink flush still on his face, and I’ll know exactly why.
And he’ll know he’s mine—even if nobody else at this table has a clue.
I shift in my chair, trying to discreetly adjust myself, because my cock is a throbbing problem, and these damn jeans aren’t helping. Leaving Colton in that bathroom, flushed and trembling, was almost as satisfying as making him squirm in the first place. Almost.
My balls are aching, but the slow burn is addictive. I can’t get enough of him now that I’ve let myself take that step. Watching him come apart without even getting his sweats off? Yeah. That’s mine.
Colton steps out of the hallway, shoulders squared as though he’s bracing for a tackle. His hair’s a little mussed from my fingers, and his gray sweats…
Fuck.
There’s a dark patch low on his thigh, right where his cock sits heavy. Subtle to anyone not looking for it—but I see it instantly. He obviously splashed water on his sweats to make it look like they are wet from washing his hands or some shit.
He strides toward the table, doing his best impression of unbothered quarterback swagger, and slides back into the chair next to Caleb.
“About time,” Ty mutters, reaching for another slice .
Colton shrugs, dropping into the chair. “Faucet in there’s busted. Sprayed water everywhere.”
I hide my smirk behind my soda, but Luke doesn’t bother hiding anything. He’s across from Colton, one brow lifting slow, gaze sliding from the stain to me. He doesn’t say a word—just smirks like he knows exactly what kind of mess that really is.
My pulse jumps. Luke isn’t exactly the most subtle of guys, even if he’s one of my closest friends now.
I hold his stare for a second, daring him silently. He just shakes his head a little and goes back to his pizza, leaving our secret intact.
Colton picks up a slice of pizza pretending nothing’s wrong, but I can see the tension in his jaw, the way he shifts like he’s too aware of his own body. Every move he makes screams with defiance, and it does things to me I shouldn’t admit out loud.
I stretch my leg under the table, the tip of my shoe brushing the cuff of his sweats. He jerks just slightly, shooting me a quick warning glance, and I let the touch linger before retreating.
Not yet. We’ve got a whole night ahead of us.
The hotel hallway hums with noise—guys laughing, talking over each other, the muffled clang of an elevator door. Caleb tries one last time to get us to come hang out in their room for cards and a couple of beers, but Colton doesn’t even hesitate.
“Nah,” he says, voice smooth, casual. “I'm wiped.”
“Micah?” Caleb lifts his eyebrow .
I fake a yawn. “Didn't sleep that well last night, the bed sucks.”
“Whatever losers,” he says with a laugh.
The second the door snicks shut, I’m on him.
Colton barely has time to turn before his back hits the door with a soft thud. His gasp is sharp and startled, echoing in the small room, and I swallow it with my mouth.
The muffled laughter of our teammates bleeds through the hallway, but it only makes my pulse spike higher. The danger of it, the risk of someone hearing him make those helpless little noises—I swear it makes me harder.
His lips part under mine, eager for my kiss. I fist his hoodie in both hands, dragging him closer until our chests are pressed together, our cocks already brushing through denim and soft sweats.
He groans into my mouth, hips jerking just enough to let me know he’s gone, he’s mine, and my self-control snaps clean in half.
“Fuck, Colt,” I growl against his lips, sliding a hand down to grab a handful of his ass and haul him closer. “You drive me insane. Can’t get you out of my head.”
He trembles under me, his hands finally gripping my shoulders, holding on for dear life. I grind against him, slow and filthy, and his answering whimper vibrates straight through my chest.
“You hear ’em out there?” I murmur against his ear, letting my teeth scrape his skin. “Laughing, carrying on… not one of them knows how bad you want me right now.”
He shudders, and that’s all the permission I need to keep him pinned, kissing him like I want to devour him, as if the whole damn world outside this hotel room doesn’t exist.
I pull back just enough to see his face—his lips swollen, his pu pils blown wide, his chest rising and falling fast. My blood surges hot, my control razor-thin.
“Bed,” I order, my voice rough. “Now.”
He stumbles back a step, dazed, and I follow like a predator, crowding him toward the single queen mattress.
His legs hit the edge and he dropped onto it, looking up at me, his pupils blown wide and need on every line of his face.
I grip the back of his neck, forcing his head to tip back as I loom over him, letting him feel the weight of me, the inevitability of me.
His lips are slick against mine, his hoodie bunched in my fists as I pin him to the mattress. I drag my mouth over his jaw, biting down just enough to make him gasp.
“You drive me insane,” I growl against his skin.
“Yeah?” His voice is rough, breathless, but there’s that old cocky edge peeking through. “You’re the one pouncing on me the second the door shuts.”
I pull back just enough to meet his eyes, my smirk sharp. “You complaining?”
His throat bobs, and he shakes his head, cheeks flushed. “No. I just… thought you’d have more self-control.”
I grind down against him, slow and deliberate, feeling the hard line of him press against me through our clothing. “Self-control went out the window the second I tasted you.”
He shudders, and his hands slide up my sides, fingers curling into my shoulders. “You…you’re insane.”
“Yeah, I know,” I say, brushing my mouth over his again, barely a whisper of a kiss. “But you like it. You enjoy me losing it over you.”
His laugh is shaky, and he tilts his head to kiss me back, harder this time, as though he wants to prove me right. His tongue slides against mine, and I groan, swallowing the sound he makes when I roll my hips just right.
“Micah—” he breaks the kiss, breathless. “You keep doing that and?—”
“And what?” I taunt, leaning in close, my voice a low rasp in his ear. “You gonna come in your sweats again for me?”
His face flames, and he glares up at me, panting. “Shut up.”
I grin, grinding down harder, loving the way he squirms and tries to talk tough even as he melts under me. “Make me.”
His glare only makes me harder. That little spark of fight, the way he bites the inside of his cheek and tries to hold onto some shred of control—God, I want to break it.
I dip down and suck a mark into the side of his neck, just below his ear. He jerks, a strangled sound leaving his throat, his hips bucking up into mine. Our cocks grind together through denim and fleece, the friction perfect.
“F-Fuck,” he gasps, hands gripping my hoodie now, bunching the fabric tight in his fists. “Micah?—”
“Yeah, say my name like that,” I groan against his skin. My hand slides under his hoodie, over the heat of his stomach, fingers tracing the sharp dip of his hipbone, as I push the fabric up. “You love this…you love me ruining you.”
He shivers all over, his body arching into mine, betraying him completely. “I don’t?—”
I grind down hard, swallowing his protest with a bruising kiss. He moans into my mouth, the sound helpless, raw, and it shoots straight to my dick.
“Liar,” I rasp when I pull back, our foreheads pressed together, our breaths ragged. “Your cock’s saying otherwise. ”
I cup him through the gray sweats, feeling how hard and twitching he is for me. He groans, tilting his hips into my palm despite himself.
“Micah—” he chokes out.
“Mm,” I hum against his jaw, kissing down toward his collarbone. “You know what I want, don’t you?”
He nods, barely, and I bite gently at his skin, making him jolt. “I want to taste you again. Want to hear you try to be quiet while I swallow you down. But you keep acting as if you don’t need it…”
His eyes flare at the idea that I might stop. Then his hand fists in my hair, tugging, his voice shaky and defiant. “Then stop talking and prove it.”
The taunt rips a dark laugh from my chest. “Careful what you wish for, Golden Boy.”
I slide down his body, slow enough to make him squirm, kissing and nipping over every inch I can reach until I’m eye-level with the straining outline in his sweats. I nose along him, inhaling, loving the way his thighs tremble.
“You’re mine,” I murmur, before hooking my fingers in the waistband and dragging them down.
I hook my fingers into the waistband of his gray sweats and tug, slow enough to make him whimper.
He lifts his hips without me asking, and the second I get them down to his knees, his cock springs free—red, slick at the tip, twitching for me.
It slaps his stomach, a trail of pre-cum connecting the two as he pants.
“Fuck…” I murmur, letting my thumb smear across the bead of pre-cum before bringing it to my lips. I suck it clean, holding his wide-eyed gaze the whole time. “Sweet. Just like I remember.”
“Christ…” His voice is all gravel and nerves, his fists ti ght in the comforter. He looks shaken already, and I haven’t even touched him properly.
I lean in, nosing along the length of him, letting my scruff drag against the sensitive skin of his inner thigh. He shudders, hips twitching. “You feel that? Not soft like some girl… rough enough to make you twitch.”
He nods, breath stuttering, and I reward him with a long, slow lick from base to tip. His entire body jerks.
“God,” he gasps. “That’s—fuck, that’s—ugh…”
“Better,” I guess. “You’re never gonna stop thinking about it now.”
I wrap my fist around him and give him a slow stroke, loving the way his cock kicks in my hand. Then I take him into my mouth, sucking him down deep. His thighs shake, his head hits the pillow, and a broken sound spills out of him.
“Micah—oh, shit?—”
I hum around him, my tongue teasing with my piercing. I know he’s feeling it as I take him deeper. His hands fly to my hair, gripping but not pushing, his hips stuttering like he’s trying so hard to keep still.
“You taste so good,” I murmur when I pull back for a breath, stroking him with a slick hand. “I could suck you all night. Make you come again and again until you can’t think straight. Until you beg me to stop.”
He groans, his chest heaving, eyes blown wide. “Y-you’re gonna—fuck—kill me.”
“Not yet.” I smirk before swallowing him down again, working him with my mouth until his moans turn desperate, his body trembling under my hands.
I pull off just long enough to murmur, “If you’d come prepared for me, I’d be in your ass right now.
Stretching you open and fucking you while you scream my name.
But since you di dn’t…” I lick the underside of his shaft, slow and sinful.
Then I roll his balls in my palm before running my fingers over his taint to his tight ring of muscle “…I’ll just have to suck you off instead. ”
He whimpers, and that’s my cue to hollow my cheeks and take him all the way in. His thighs tense, his abs jump, and his fingers clutch my hair, hanging on for dear life. I slide a single finger into his tight ass, and he moans low and loud.
“Micah—fuck—I’m?—”
I hum around him, relentlessly, and his whole body bows as he comes hard, spilling down my throat. His shout is muffled by his fist pressed against his own mouth, trying not to let the whole hotel know.
I keep sucking him through it, savoring every twitch, every tremor, until he collapses back into the mattress, boneless and gasping.
When I finally pull off, I crawl up his body, catching his dazed eyes. “Told you. You’re mine.”