Chapter 37 #2
I blow air out of my nose, and Micah bites his lip. I get caught looking at them. Those soft lips. Those lips that I’ve kissed. And between those lips, I see a flash of silver.
Maybe it’s the lack of sleep, but I think I need to push Micah. Need to push him against the car and kiss him. Push him as far as he’ll let me, so he breaks and tries to come at me. Or maybe he’ll try to manipulate me into giving him more. Maybe he’s trying to make me his little sex slave.
I’m tired of waiting.
“Micah?” My voice is harsh.
Micah glances up at me, eyelashes fluttering.
“Yeah?” His voice is just as scratchy. An invitation. He’s practically screaming at me to take him.
Fuck it. He wants to play; let’s play.
I drop the gun case, grab him, and pin him up against my car.
As soon as our bodies touch, it’s like a live wire lights me on fire, every sense heightened.
Micah leans into me, chasing after my mouth.
I let him catch it, nipping at his lips enough to make them part on a gasp.
I dip down to his neck, kissing all up and down the soft skin there.
Micah groans, his hips bucking up into me, and I have the urge to mark up his neck. To bite and suck until the skin blooms purple and he’s wearing my mark. To see what he does.
His hands are on my back, tracing lower until he’s gripping my ass. “Maddox.” His touch puts me in a spell, the kind where all I can focus on, think about, is getting him to give over control to me so I can see who he really is.
I grunt, biting into his shoulder. I’m rewarded with a shiver, and suddenly I want more. I want to hear what it sounds like when he comes undone. What it sounds like when he’s under my control.
Micah is hard against me, and I roll my hips into him. He lets out a breathy exhale, and his grip on my body tightens incrementally. It just makes me hungrier.
He looks up at me, pupils huge. He’s breathless when he asks, “Should we do this out here?”
It takes me a second to register his question, and I glance around. We’re in the parking lot in a conservative state surrounded by gun-toting hicks.
Good call.
“Get in.” I unlock the car, and Micah clambers over the center console. Once we and the gun are inside, I shut and lock the door, a feeling of safety falling over me. Which is absolutely ridiculous. I'm literally crawling into bed with my enemy.
And then Micah is there at my mouth again, leaning over the console. His kisses are frequent but not aggressive, like he’s letting me take the lead, and it kicks in some primal part of my brain. I lean over him, pressing him back into the seat, taking the space he gives me.
“Mads, please.” Micah’s mouth moves against mine, and he lets out a little agonized groan.
My lips curl into a mocking smile. He’s begging me. He’s giving me the power.
Micah’s hips thrust up, and he pants into my mouth. “Please.”
The panting is giving me life. I want more of it.
My hand wanders down his chest, feeling the rapid rise and fall of his breathing, and brushes over his crotch.
Micah whimpers now, a full-blown whimper that makes my dick jerk in my pants. I stifle a moan, rubbing my hand up and down the bulge in his jeans.
“Is this it? Is this what you need?”
Micah nods furiously, eyelids fluttering shut.
My mouth is salivating as I feel the outline of his dick. It’s a big dick, and I want to pull it out of his pants completely. Want to strip him naked and make him stroke it while I see if he likes his ass played with.
But I don’t. I just rub, and Micah’s thighs shake as he thrusts up into my touch.
“Micah.” My voice is more throaty than I intend. “I can give you what you need, as long as you give me what I need.”
Micah’s gaze is glassy, and he just nods rapidly. The drunk look he’s giving fills me with a sort of power that makes my head spin. I double down my efforts, pressing his dick into his leg and rubbing him through his clothes. I pick up my speed until he grips my arms, panting.
“I-wait, I…”
I feel him stiffen, and I know he’s about to come.
But I don’t stop. I keep the same pressure, and Micah lets out a whimper.
Then, his entire body stiffens, and his dick pulses.
I grip it so I can feel every pulse and stare at Micah’s eyes.
They’re squeezed shut, and his head is thrown back, exposing his neck to me. It’s erotic, but it’s not enough.
As soon as he’s done, I keep going. Micah groans, and I keep stroking him. I want more. I want to see him whimper and cry for me. Want to hear those pretty little sounds. Want him to be at my mercy. Want to see what he does if I ask him to let me have control.
Micah shifts, his oversensitive dick throbbing with the attention I’m giving it. But I chase after him.
“You gonna just give me one, pretty boy?” I’m not sure where that came from, and I quickly follow it up with, “Slut.”
Micah groans, and when I pick up my pace, he starts laughing a little. “That tickles.”
“Good.” With my free hand, I pin his shoulder back against the seat. “Take it like a good little slut.”
Micah bucks once before relaxing into my hold.
Although he doesn’t stay that way. He does his best not to fight against me, but the overwhelming sensations of me chasing after his dick are making involuntary twitches happen all over his body.
His attempted obedience goes right to my head and my dick, giving me a feeling of control.
Safety. I’m throbbing in my pants, on the edge myself.
Then, Micah starts begging. “Please, oh fudge, please, it’s too much.”
“You’re being such a good boy for me.” Fuck it, if he’s going for it, I may as well fully commit to the bit.
Micah whimpers, falling back down into his seat. I pick up the pace, stroking him hard and fast. His dick, which had started to soften, hardens again.
“Maddox–”
“Micah?”
“I–I–”
I grin. My dick is hard as stone, and I might come right here and now with any brush against my pants.
“One more, you can give me one more.”
Micah twitches again. I follow the movement, squeezing the head of his dick through his damp jeans. Micah throws his head back again, and I know I have him. I stroke him until he’s panting and gripping the armrests. Finally, he bursts again, coming with a loud moan.
I stroke him through it before letting go. I let go not because I’m done messing with him, but if I don’t stop, I think I might come in my own pants.
And that can’t happen.
It takes Micah a solid minute to recover, and while he does, I berate myself, my dick so hard it hurts. It hurts, and I want to take it out and jerk off. To spray cum all over Micah’s lap.
Get it together, Maddox! This is the game. Play it.
Micah looks at me with hooded eyes and a soft smile. Then, he blinks. “Oh. Let me get you.”
He reaches over, and I stop his arm like it’s a branding iron. Fear courses through my veins. I want his hand on my dick more than I want my next breath.
“I uh…” I pant. Can’t. Can’t do this. “We should get back.”
Micah’s brows pinch together, and his eyes tighten. Okay, so he wanted that power, and I didn’t give it to him. My heart races, and I feel sick. This is it! This is when he breaks. This is when he shows me who he really is.
“Oh.” Micah’s face falls, and for a second, he’s frozen.
That look makes me feel cold and eats at me. Fuck. He looks hurt. Like, actually hurt.
Micah falls back into his seat. “Okay. Sure, yeah.” He glances around, then pulls his pants away from his body, grabbing his keys. “I’ll uh, see you at home, yeah?”
I don’t say anything. Then, he exits my car and leaves.
I stare. He doesn’t even slam the door. Just…leaves.
What the fuck? For a minute, all kinds of energy boils up under my skin. Why didn’t he do anything? Yell at me, whine, cry to put it in me? Say he deserves it? That I’m copping an attitude with him?
I stare as Micah sits in his car, feeling like my chest is going to explode. Nothing. He did nothing. Just let me take what I wanted and listened when I said no.
I feel sick.
I peel out of the lot, dick hard and all kinds of unanswered questions boiling in my head.