Chapter 44 #2
Again, he dragged me up a bit further, my stomach bottoming out when a gust of wind swept my hair around my face, cool air blowing across the back of my skull.
My head was hanging fully off the cliffside now.
My hands grappled at the ground, my fingers grasping at clumps of grass, dirt getting under my fingernails.
“Micah,” I choked out, my body stiff and my eyes wide.
“You trust me,” he murmured, leaning down to kiss me on the forehead. “Yeah? I take care of you. I keep you safe. I protect you.”
His body was layered on top of mine, so I couldn’t really move, even when I tried. He was a lot heavier than me, keeping me pinned down, preventing me from falling off the edge. I tried to focus on that—his weight on top of me. I felt dizzy, my thighs tensing.
Micah flattened his palm on my chest, over my heart, feeling how hard it was beating. My blood was hot, so hot, like fire burning through me, igniting a perfect danger in my core. I stared up at him, the fear in my mind twisting perversely into something else.
There were universes in his eyes. Truths I’d never uncover. Labyrinths I could never hope to escape.
I won’t fall. He won’t let me fall.
My mouth felt dry and my hands were shaking, but my thoughts were racing with reckless possibilities. Adrenaline dripped in my veins like a drug. A high I couldn’t get any other way.
Maybe if I get a little closer to the drop…it’ll feel like flying.
I wiggled backwards, my chest expanding, cold air rushing into my lungs, fresh off the ocean.
I arched my back, my shoulders pressing off the edge of the cliff as I tilted my chin up, looking at the world upside down with my long hair hanging down.
My stomach clenched when a small chunk of dirt crumbled off the edge, and I instantly stopped shifting my body.
I didn’t turn to watch the dirt sift down the steep drop, too scared to move again.
Micah kept his body over mine, his hand sliding up to wrap around my throat, fingers pressing into the sides. His cock was hard—I could feel that now—and heat flared low in my belly, lust sparking in my blood, my nipples pulled tight with need. He likes this too.
He’ll keep me safe.
Would he fuck me like this?
Mental images of it caused wetness to gush in my underwear, my clit swelling in abrupt little kicks.
I nervously rolled my hips under his, pushing my chest up, my pulse flying.
“I wish I had wings,” I rushed, exhilaration making me dizzy. Micah moved his free hand down between us to unbutton my jeans, then tug down the zipper. Yes. Fuck.
“Yeah? Why’s that?” He shifted his weight to one side of my body so he could wedge his hand down the front of my pants, forcing his way inside my underwear, fingers brushing over the slickness dripping from me.
“So I could fall backwards right now,” I panted, stretching my neck back. The wind ruffled my hair, his hair, our clothes, dancing through the space between our lips, tangling deep in my lungs.
Another small clump of dirt cascaded away. Not nearly enough to destabilize where I was laying, but enough to make me think about it.
My heart was beating like it wanted out of my chest, terror and want bleeding together until they became completely inseparable. Two halves of my whole fantasy. A whimper lodged in my throat when Micah started rubbing my clit.
“But instead of hitting the ground, I’d fly,” I continued.
Micah leaned down, kissing my throat as he stroked my pussy. The angle wasn’t quite right and my jeans were stiff, too tight against me, but the fear was making me desperate. It was risky and dangerous and stupid to let him finger me like this, but that was why I liked it.
“That’s what you want?”
“Yes,” I moaned when he slid a thick finger into me. “I would go fly out to one of those big rocks in the ocean and sit there until I was ready to leave. Then I’d get the fuck out of here.”
“You’d look pretty with some angel wings,” he said, curling his finger, putting pressure on a spot deep inside of me. My cheeks were hot, my breaths shallow. I grabbed my breast with one hand, still burrowing my fingers into the dirt with the other. “Really fucking pretty.”
I was trying to move a bit, to buck my hips so I could grind my needy clit on his palm. I could feel how wet his hand was getting. Micah repositioned himself lower on my body, stretching my underwear, cupping between my thighs, holding me like he owned me.
Don’t let me go.
But it wasn’t enough. I needed more.
Give me more.
I tried to remember to keep breathing as Micah shoved a second finger inside me, pushing me another inch off the edge. I gritted my teeth, sucking in a breath, my body torn between the desire to crawl back to safety and the desire to go even further. I squeezed my breast harder.
“You like being scared,” he said, his voice so low.
I couldn’t nod, couldn’t answer him at all now that I’d realized my weight had shifted just enough that I wasn’t sure if I’d even be able to stop myself from tumbling backwards if he were to stand up. He was the only reason I hadn’t plummeted to my death.
Fuck. What am I doing?
A tight heat crept through my body, low and throbbing, building, building.
“Do you like knowing I could kill you? Not being sure if I’ll do it or not?”
He was shoving me down now, forcing my head back so I was upside down. I grabbed his wrist with both hands like he was my lifeline, unable to grab onto anything else, terribly aware that if he wasn’t here, holding me up, I might fall right off.
“You’re so fucking reckless, letting me do this to you. Trusting me like this. Think of what I could do to you right now.”
It was all I could think about. Those terrible possibilities. Violent, brutal need.
Micah lowered his voice, rubbing his thumb on my clit, leaning even closer to me.
“What if I let go?”
What if?
What if you really did it?
I couldn’t even fight him like I secretly wanted to, because I was too afraid more earth would crumble away if I moved too much.
I didn’t know how much stability I had left.
All I could do was dig my nails into his forearm, feel the air whipping around me, feel a ruthless sort of pleasure claiming my entire body.
I was going to come. Just like this, with my head two-hundred feet above the ground.
Nothing to hold onto. Nothing but air around me.
No nets, no rules, no faking it.
No safe word.
I squeezed my eyes shut tight as my orgasm ripped through me, powerful and sharp, tearing me apart into a thousand pieces.
Micah had me in his arms and several yards away from the edge before I lost the buzz of my high, sucking the taste of me off his fingers, watching my face—probably trying to see if he’d broken my mind or something. Unfortunately not. This is far from the worst thing I want someone to do to me.
Far from the worst thing someone’s done to me.
Victim.
Prey.
Craving death by my own predator, letting him take me too far into the woods with nobody around, nobody even knowing where I am, who I’m with, letting him fingerfuck me off the edge of a two-hundred foot fucking cliff.
I scrambled to my feet, buttoning and zipping my jeans, brushing my hair out of my face. I couldn’t stop myself from switching up on him. So stupid. Like always.
Craving dangerous, risky sex was just craving some version of the ruin I’d grown up choking on. Taboo. I hated that fucking word, hated all the fake brother-sister porn plastered all over the internet like it wasn’t the very thing that’d destroyed my entire life.
“Dakota,” Micah said, standing with me, following me as I stalked towards the trail.
In the back of my head, I knew I would never be more than Micah’s secret. Some part of me hated that. Some part of me was sick of being a dirty secret.
But it was all I’d ever been, so what did I really care?
It was my own fault for allowing myself to feel so much for him. I’d known the conditions going into this.
“Dakota,” he said again, grabbing my shoulder. “Walk with me.” He slipped his hand in mine, squeezing hard enough I couldn’t yank my arm away. I didn’t want him to be looking at me right now, but I could feel that he was.
“Did you like that? Did I entertain you?” I asked, shame clogging my throat.
“I liked it because I like you. I didn’t do that shit to entertain myself. I did it because I had to, because I need to know you on that level.” He paused to let me respond, but I didn’t. “Eat dinner with me at my house.”
His request genuinely shocked me, and my eyes flicked over to his before I could stop them. I hoped all my vulnerability wasn’t showing in my gaze, but I knew it probably was.
“Fine,” I answered quietly.
“Thank you.”
Some of the tightness in my chest loosened with his words.
And then he suddenly scooped me up, tossing me over his shoulder. Shock made me cry out, a surprised smile tugging on my mouth.
I couldn’t control the laughter from tumbling past my lips as I smacked his back, then leaned down to smack his ass, too. He did the same to me, considerably harder.
It made me feel normal.
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Micah’s house was nice, and mostly what I would’ve expected from him.
Decorated enough to look lived-in without being cluttered.
All his things were nice—no cheap shit. Even his soap was expensive.
He didn’t give me much of a tour, but I saw enough on the way to his bedroom to figure out the layout of the place.
After sex, he brought me down the living room, where I spread all my homework out on the coffee table, sitting on the Persian-style rug.
He disappeared into the kitchen to put on water for pasta or something.
I didn’t remember what he’d told me he was making for dinner, but I didn’t care either.
It would be better than whatever I had at my place.
“Micah!” I called after a few minutes.
He came into the living room with a smile on his face. “I like that. You just yelling for me in my own house.” He crouched next to me. “What do you need?”