Chapter 58 #2
I eyeball the nightstand where the lube was before. Did Micah bring it to this new hotel?
Micah arches his back, pushing his ass up just slightly into the air toward me, offering it to me like he wants me to touch it. Like he’d let me do it. Like he wants me to do it.
All rational thought goes out the window.
”Pull your pants down,” I order.
Micah obeys instantly, sliding them down and baring that ass to me. An ass that’s free of tattoos, although I wonder how long that’ll last. I grab both his cheeks and squeeze. Micah moans, the sound going straight to my dick.
I squeeze hard, then let go, leaving red fingerprints on his ass. Those would look pretty tattooed on his ass.
Opening the nightstand, I see the lube is, in fact, still there. A rush of adrenaline flows over me, and I grab it, snapping the lid open.
“I’ll help you feel better.” I keep telling myself that I’m playing the health provider role. That this is a way of helping him heal. Objectively.
Micah moans. Loudly. He wiggles back, waving that ass again.
Okay, nothing about this is objective.
“I see you.” I lean over to grab a pillow, sliding it up under his hips. Micah is hard and throbbing, and he reaches down to adjust his dick so it’s resting on the pillow, where I won’t be able to see it.
”No. Move it down,” I say.
Micah immediately obeys. Once there, his ass is tilted up so I can see his hole staring at me.
Excitement floods through me, along with a little terror. Is this okay? Does he want it? What if I hurt him?
Micah bucks his hips up. “Mads,” he whines. “Please.”
That plea in his tone. I open the lube, hands shaking, and dribble some down his ass. Micah’s skin erupts in goosebumps, and I follow the cold trail with my warm fingers, down his crack to his balls and then back up again. It warms up quickly, and his dick flexes against the pillow.
My own dick throbs in response.
“Just going to release some tension.” I circle my index finger around his puckered hole. It flexes, and I do it again.
“Please, please, please, please,” Micah rocks back into me.
”Easy.” I grip his ass with my other hand, holding him steady. After a few more flickers across his asshole, I slowly push it in. There’s a tiny bit of resistance, then I slide in, and I’m wrapped in his tight warmth.
It makes me groan. Micah takes my finger, pushing back onto it so I’m fully in his ass. It damn near makes me bust a nut right here, but I squeeze my eyes shut.
Focus. Focus, damn it.
“Maddox,” Micah groans. “Please, Mads. Fuck me, please.”
There’s a tingle and a throb, and I grit my teeth together hard enough to take the tiniest bit of focus off how badly my dick wants to explode hearing Micah beg like that.
Once I’ve contained myself, I slip another finger in.
“Fudge,” Micah rocks against the pillow, grinding his dick as best as he can. “Not enough, Mads, I need you.”
I suck in a breath. “Are you sure you’re ready?”
”Am I sure?” Micah squeaks. “I’ve been ready since the moment I laid eyes on you, and I saw our future together.” He snaps his mouth shut, then squeezes his eyes shut. “Strike that from the record. I meant that yes, I want you to fill my ass, please.”
I don’t think I want to strike that from the record, ‘cause it makes my chest warm. Micah is too good for me.
I’m going to ruin him.
Slipping my fingers from his ass, I drip lube onto my dick and stroke it as his asshole winks at me. I almost come right there like this is my first time.
Although, it kind of is. Because right now, I feel…oddly safe.
I line my dick up with his warm, slippery hole, and for a second, I’m afraid I’ll hurt him. Micah presses back against me with a groan, and I forget everything other than the feeling of the pressure on the tip of my dick.
And then, it slips in. The squeeze on my head immediately shoots a heady, high feeling that I have to suck in a breath for. Micah is also pulling in a breath. Then, he pushes back on me slowly, inching me in further, and I groan.
“Fudge, Mads, that sound.”
It takes me a minute to realize he’s talking about me.
All I can focus on is where I’m disappearing into Micah.
He’s submitting to my intrusion, opening up and letting me in.
Letting me in a vulnerable spot, and fuck, I think I could do this forever.
I want to be so deep in Micah that we become one.
I want him to open up every hole for me, and I want to pump those holes so full of me that he can’t breathe.
“You feel so good, please don’t stop.”
I realize I’ve just frozen there with my tip inside him, feeling the most euphoria I’ve felt in a long time.
So I push in further, and further, and further till I’m seated all the way to the hilt.
I can feel him flex around me once, twice.
His upper body looks tense, then he relaxes and loosens around me.
Slowly, I pull back, then press back in, the grip he has on me wringing pleasure all the way along my dick.
“Fuck,” I moan. He feels so goddamn good.
“It feels perfect, way better than I imagined.”
I pump in and out of Micah until he’s moaning and bucking his hips into the pillow. As I do, I’m filled with more euphoria than just from the act. Micah is letting me take control. He’s giving himself to me. And even more than that, I feel safe.
I feel fucking safe.
“Mads, I’m going to come.”
“Come for me.”
Micah’s body stiffens, and I feel him strangle my cock. Then he comes, pulsing around my dick.
I follow right after, the orgasm taking control. I’m wrapped in ecstasy, then we collapse together.
Together.
And for once, that doesn’t make me want to pull away.