Chapter Ten #3
Swooping down, Micah captured my lips—putting an end to my babbling for good.
So many days, and in so many ways, I imagined my first kiss with Micah Spencer, and not even in my most heated and vivid fantasies did it ever come close to this.
Lips steamy hot like the mocha sunrise he spurned, his moved against mine, melting my resolve like ice cubes on a Florida sidewalk.
I gasped, welcoming him in all too soon, and he stormed inside like the take-no-prisoners bad boy he was. Tongue tangling, moans mingling, fireworks exploding—my whole body came alive in his arms.
I had my fair share of first kisses. Some men were tentative as if they believed holding back was the sign of a gentleman. Others were too rough, too slobbery, or they tried to choke me with their tongue. Tongue Boy being Daniel.
Yes, there were all sorts of first kisses, but none of them were the best... because the best was happening to me right then. Sweeping me along into fluttery, flowery, drug-like euphoria that melted my bones—dropping me helplessly into his arms.
There was nothing gentlemanly about the hungry, punishing kiss that battled my tongue into surrendering, then sent my heart galloping away.
Micah tore my clothes off in a flurry, flinging the wet garments around the place with a chorus of wet slaps.
Panic seized me as he drew back, feasting on my naked body like he hadn’t seen it in seven months—when he actually hasn’t seen it ever!
What if Sue helped herself to a few new concealable tattoos and piercings I knew nothing about in the last ten years? Am I literally about to be caught with my pants down!?
“Damn, girl, I swear you only get more beautiful with every passing year. It’s very unfair,” he said, running his fingers down my wet cheeks. “Evil should age like a banana.”
“Racist,” I snapped, startling a laugh out of him. “And what happened to best behavior?”
“Why should I behave?”
The world spun—tossing me around and then depositing me blinking and bewildered on his shoulders.
“You haven’t cum yet.”
Heat beat against my neck, running down and around my shoulders—streaming down my stomach and hungrily splashing down on Micah’s nose, cheeks, and forehead—as if there was no other place it wanted to be.
He pressed me against the cool tile. Kneeling down, Micah nuzzled my stomach in a way that wasn’t even sexual, but still shot my blood pressure through the roof.
“Mi—”
He dove down, burying his head between my legs so fast, I hadn’t finished gasping on his name before his tongue slipped between my lower lips.
If I thought he wasn’t shy about a kiss, that was nothing compared to how he approached giving head.
The man ravaged my pussy like a starving man devoured a buffet.
Tongue plunging in and out of my well. Fingers digging into my thighs. Thick, wet hair rubbing against my clit. Growls and moans rumbled from his throat and crumbled my core to dust.
“Ah!” I cried out, doubling over and nearly pitching off his shoulders. “Ah, Micah, yes!”
He slipped down, resting me on the rim of the tub. I was a puppet in his hands, helpless to move let alone think of stopping him as he spread my knees, and lapped me up.
“W-wow,” I choked, toes curling up into my bones. “That’s— Hera, help me, that’s good— Ah!”
Micah latched on to my clit and sucked like he was trying to take the thing off. My head flung back, colliding with the tile and ringing pain through my skull.
I didn’t care.
Pleasure rocketed through my body, flooding every cell and nerve ending with fiery-hot flames.
It had been a long time, and I meant a long time, since I had even semi-decent sex. Even before things went sour with Daniel and we were in love, the sex was crap because the guy was such a selfish lover. Once he shot his top, he completely tapped out and left me to take care of myself.
That was a big part of why I suggested the sex tapes. I thought it’d give our sex life some much needed spice, and heat things up enough for me to stay interested. But that was Satan, and this was Micah.
Five minutes under his ministrations, and I knew our sex life wouldn’t need any more extra spice. The man was a five-alarm fire with nothing but his hand, his dick, and a magazine, but the two of us together...?
Three fingers slid past my entrance, and spread—stretching my walls for the coming reckoning—and I swear I opened my eyes to see if true sparks were coming off my body, ready and willing to set us both alight.
“Oh, fuck, yes, right there,” I moaned, eyes rolling up in my head. “Ah!”
“Oooh, I’m loving the soundtrack, baby.” Pulling back, he positioned his hand, and started drilling my pussy like a jackhammer. “Did you become a screamer for your side piece?”
“Ahh!” I screamed, legs flying up and heels banging on the porcelain. “There is—no side piece!”
“Well, you would say that,” he replied, amusement lacing his voice. “Because the prenup says you’ll get nothing from divorcing Rhodes if you’re caught cheating.”
“No one is getting divorced,” I forced through gritted teeth. I swear, men perfected the art of making women want to punch them in the head even in the midst of being brought to orgasm. “You want rid of me so badly, you can keep your money and I’ll just go. How many times do I have to say it?”
“No more times, gorgeous. We already didn’t believe you the first time.”
“You—!”
He struck that spot, bending down to flick my clit with his tongue in rapid succession.
I came hard—jerking and shuddering on the rim until I popped off and took Micah down with me. Despite being a complete and total ass, he held me as I came down—running his fingers up and down my body, raising goose bumps on my flesh that scalding water couldn’t keep down.
Micah put his finger in his mouth, popped his cheek, and held it up. “That’s one down.”
“That’s your only one if you don’t stop being a jerk!” My irritation came roaring back. “Has anyone ever told you that sometimes it’s better not to talk?”
He smirked, folding his arms behind his head, and lying there like a freaking pinup model posing under a waterfall. It wasn’t right for anyone to be this handsome!
“Nope, sorry. The same person who didn’t tell you, never told me either.”
I huffed. Rising up, I straddled him—poking his chest. “Wrong. I’ll have you know, I’m well-versed in the proper decorum of when it’s time to put my mouth to better use.” With that, I stretched out against his hard, inked chest... and traveled down.
“Wait, what?” His smirk washed away. “Are you serious? You’re really going to—?”
“Going to what?” I winked. “Blow you until you pop? I’m afraid I am, Spencer, so if you’ve got an objection, voice it n—”
“No,” he blurted—going from hot model to eager horndog in the blink of an eye. “No objection. Matter of fact, I’m going to try out that shutting-my-mouth thing if it means you won’t stop.”
There was no chance of me stopping. I wanted this man’s dick in my mouth more than I wanted a truckload of chocolate that would never hit my hips.
Palming his length, I had to stop just to marvel at it.
I didn’t want to keep comparing every guy to Dan, but even before I realized he was crap in bed and it would never get better, I didn’t remember ever having this kind of excitement for him.
Touching him, kissing him, pleasing him, and having him inside of me.
None of that ever rose past the level of take-it-or-leave-it for me.
Truth was, the spark was there with Dan, but never the passion.
At that moment, I realized the passion wasn’t there for any of the guys life threw my way after circumstances took me away from Micah, Rhodes, and Alex.
After all this time... it’s still you.
I swallowed him to the hilt, filling every corner of my mouth with Micah, Micah, Micah.
Starting slow, I sucked till my cheeks caved in, drew up to the tip, swiped my tongue across the head, then sank back down—enveloping him down to my throat.
Micah choked. Every muscle beneath my body tensed like this little bit was enough to push him off the edge.
I didn’t know what I’d get in exchange for making him cum, but I was very excited to find out.
Rising up, Micah got himself to his feet and me to my knees—giving me the better angle he sensed I was looking for.
I balanced on my toes, holding tight to his ass as I bobbed, sucked, and slurped his cock like a lollipop.
“Mmh hmh mgh!” Micah groaned, biting hard on his lips. Keeping his promise to shut up was likely a joke, and it was a good one because it was making me laugh.
I couldn’t help but giggle every time I looked at his red-cheeked, constipated face—holding on to the filthy promises he wanted to pour on me.
It was wrong, and it was weird, and it was unearned, but I loved this. I loved that we blew past all that first-date/first-time fumbling, and were already at the point of being silly and comfortable with each other during sex.
“Mhh mmm gghh!” His muffled nonsense was quickly followed by his muscles tightening like bowstrings.
I got the message easily. Relaxing my throat, I opened up and accepted all he had to give me.
Groaning, Micah fell against the wall—howling behind his teeth while he came like a fire hose.
“Fluffy-backed tit-babbling booby!” he shouted, dropping to his knees and slipping out of my teeth with a pop. “Now I’m really fucking pissed at you!”
“What?” I cried, brows bouncing up to my hairline. “What are you talking about?”
“Ten years, Sue!” Micah glared fit to send me scurrying out the door. “Ten years you’ve refused to give me a blowjob because they’re degrading and disgusting, and the whole time, that’s what I was missing!
“Was this your plan?” he demanded, making me squeak. “To wait until you fucked up our marriage beyond recognition, so you could whip out your secret weapon and ruin me for the women who come after!”
“What the hell are you talking about?” I snapped. “See? This is why you should only speak with permission!”
“No, this is why I’m going to fuck you so hard, ten years of messing with me will become the best idea you ever had!”
“Wha—” That was all I had a chance to get out before strong, rough, calloused hands flipped me around and put me on my face.
Holding me down, Micah had my cheek on the porcelain and my ass in the air while I was still blinking the running water out of my eyes.
A vague thought about condoms entered my mind, and then he was in, sinking so deep inside of me—a low, rumbling purr whispered through my lips, and he didn’t give me a chance to breathe it back in.
Pulling out to the tip, Micah slammed back in—nailing that spot with scary precision.
My lower belly contracted in exquisite pain, squirting hot, slick juices from my core that coated his dick—telling him more, more, and more without a word needed from me.
The mouthy asshole set a brutal pace, pounding my hole with the promise of making me regret—or be thankful for—the ten years he went without my blowjobs.
Wouldn’t have happened if you didn’t go on a date with the wrong twin, asshole! I shouted in my mind, but with my mouth, I cried, “Fuck, yes, Micah! Right there! Harder! Ugh argh!” I screamed, devolving into unintelligible nonsense.
Everywhere he touched sent shockwaves through my body—warming me, chilling me, exciting me, and frightening me all at the same time.
Like tumbling out of an airplane with nothing but an oversized nylon bag strapped to my back—every second of being in that steamy bath with him felt dangerous, thrilling, and addictive.
How could I give Micah up? How could I give them all up? This wasn’t a failing marriage. It was a new relationship, and it was already off to an excellent start on the sexual compatibility front.
I bucked as he pumped, catching every one of his thrusts in perfect rhythm.
My eyes were swimming. My moans gurgled through bathwater.
My body was quivering down to the bones.
I felt alive for the first time in my life, and never was I more thankful to be than when I walked away from the crash that almost killed me.
After shitting on me for nearly three decades, Hera finally rewarded my struggle with the third star of all of my naughty dreams—Micah Spencer.
He hit that spot and we both exploded, our cries mingling with the foggy air as pleasure and pain ripped through our bodies.
Micah collapsed on top of me, shielding me from the spray, but somehow filling me with more warmth and comfort. Just his skin on mine was enough to—
“Damn, that side piece has been teaching you a thing or three, baby. Are you sure he’s not a hooker?”
My foot snapped up, wapping him on the ass. “Are you sure you don’t want to look into getting that tongue surgically removed!”
Micah laughed unrepentantly. “I’m very sure about that, but the good news for you is, two orgasms earned you two days of me not bringing up your mister mistress—”
“Doesn’t exist!”
“—but...” His grin filled my vision. “How about we go for a third?”
I gaped at him. Micah was still raring to go after blasting off twice?
Daniel was always snoring five minutes after the first one, and here this guy was springing off for round three.
Just what kind of delicious sex demon was I dealing with here?
“That could be...” I roughly cleared my throat, teasing my voice to come back.
“I mean... we did have a deal... after all.”
His grin softened. Closing the distance, he kissed me. Not rough or punishing, but a slow, sweet kiss that both calmed my racing heart, and sped up my pulse. “Why are you so adorable? When did you get this cute?”
I might’ve said something, but my mind was squealing too loud to hear the words I needed to say.
Suddenly, Micah flipped me up and plopped me on his lap. Words didn’t seem so necessary after all.