4. - – Micah
CHAPTER FOUR
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MICAH
I spent the rest of my night jacking my cock to Scarlett’s panties. Sure, I would have rather spent it fucking her senseless, but at least I still had a piece of her.
Once my dick was rubbed raw and balls drained to the point I was shooting dust, I passed out with my cum still sprayed across my abs. Scarlett’s thong took up residence on the pillow beside me.
Waking up, I groan at the crusted splooge on my body and roll out of bed. I drag my ass into the bathroom and crank the shower to the setting of a crawfish boil.
I strip off my sweats and step in. The hot water pours down my body, washing away the shame of waking up like a 2 dollar hoe. Steam fills the shower as I plan out my day and get lost in my head.
I have a few clients this afternoon, but Sundays are on the slower side. Most people would rather relax and stay home than work out at the gym. I’ll get my workout in tonight once I’m done with my last session.
Though I wish I could get my cardio in with Scarlett.
It’s been a while since a girl has affected me like this. We have been talking for a few weeks before we planned our first date. Plus, we spent hours at the restaurant just chatting and enjoying each other’s company.
Not only are we compatible on a spiritual and intellectual level, but it extends into the bedroom. Scarlett is submissive while I’m the opposite. Although she proved she can ride me hard when she wants to.
She confessed her love of both praise and degradation. That she enjoys being helpless and letting her partner call the shots. Scarlett likes to surrender control. Also, when I told her about my sexual fantasies, she didn’t run for the hills.
She’s a one in a million.
Soap drips down my body as I scrub my scalp and lather up. My mind filled with the woman who took me out with her melons. I didn’t know that was on my bucket list, but I’m definitely checking it off.
Fuck, I should have asked her to smother me.
I turn the shower off and reach for my towel, drying my body before stepping out. With all the cum gone, I don’t feel like a loser who spent all night jacking his meat alone. I clean a circle of steam off the mirror and drape the fabric over my shoulders.
Now that I can see the damage, my eyes throb slightly. Circling both of my eye sockets are twin bruises. They almost blend in with my tan complexion, but there’s no mistaking what they are.
“Holy shit,” I say with a chuckle and examine them. “Most ladies leave a hickey. She gives me black eyes.”
I give my head a shake and stride back to my bedroom with my cock hanging free. As I enter, I hear my phone buzzing on my nightstand. My heart skips a beat as I lunge for it in hopes she unblocked me.
Alec’s picture takes up my screen, and I groan, throwing my head back in annoyance. He’s been my friend for a few years. Back before I was a trainer. We worked out together and both have jobs in the fitness industry.
I smash my finger on the accept button. “Hey man.”
“Micah, thank fuck you answered. Hope I didn’t wake you.” His deep voice fills my head.
“Nah, man, you’re good. What’s up?” I plop down on my bed and reach for the black lace laying on the pillow.
“Okay, sooo I have a slight problem. I need someone to cover my kickboxing class on Tuesday at 2 in the afternoon. Last minute doctor’s appointment and no one else can cover for me,” he rambles off.
Back before I had a full list of clients to train, I used to help run workout classes. “Sure, it’s been a while since I taught a class. Send me the workout plan and I’ll look it over.”
“Thanks man. You’re the best. I’ll get you a bottle of that whiskey you like.” He hangs up and I shake my head.
Alec has raging ADHD and acts like a squirrel on crack. I scroll through my schedule and send out the emails to shift appointments on Tuesday afternoon. They will all get a free session to make up for the inconvenience.
I get a notification with Alec’s class layout and give it a once over. At the bottom of the list of students is a name that stands out.
Scarlett Williams.
I never got her last name, but I won’t lie and say I’m not hoping it’s her. My cock twitches at the thought of seeing her again, and I fist the lace. Plans rush through my mind, and this time, I won’t be letting her get away.