7. Chapter Seven
Diesel
Our kiss starts light, tentative, but the softness of his lips causes a flare of arousal that stuns me with its intensity. I don’t just want him. I want to devour him. Before I can stop myself, I’m pulling him closer, my tongue demanding entrance.
He doesn’t make me wait. His tongue tangles with mine even as I pull him onto my lap.
He settles easily, with a surrender that makes me ache.
My hand on his lower back is firm, and I pull him in tight, unwilling to release his mouth even for a moment.
We kiss until we’re both breathless. When we pull back, lips swollen and breath ragged, his mossy eyes are wide, pupils blown dark and needy.
I’ve wanted more than this for months. But if this is what he’s offering, I’ll take it and be grateful.
“That was—yeah. More,” he says, his rough voice making me shiver.
“Always,” I murmur, diving back into his mouth.
Carding my fingers through the dark waves of his hair, I give a gentle tug. His response is a needy moan that goes straight to my cock. I pull away just enough to grab his lower lip with my teeth, giving it a quick nip.
“Troy.” The low groan of my name sparks a possessive need to mark him, and I nuzzle the sensitive skin of his neck before sucking it into my mouth. He gasps but doesn’t pull away, and something deep and satisfied roars in my chest.
The weight of him on my lap, the heat of his body, and the moan of my name are a powerful combination. It’s overwhelming in the very best way, and suddenly I’m not sure I can be gentle.
Mine.
My fingers tighten and I drag his head to the side, exposing the long line of his throat.
Drowning in the crisp, clean scent of his skin, my lips trace a path down his neck to his collarbone.
I nip at the skin at the base of his throat before soothing it with my tongue.
The sounds he’s making are low and filthy, and I never want him to stop.
“Need skin. Shirt.” My voice is low, practically a growl. My breath is coming quick and hot.
Those gorgeous eyes meet mine, dark and glassy.
“You too,” he rasps, tugging at the hem of my t-shirt. “Wanna see.”
We both move at once, making quick work of our shirts. He’s lean, more defined than I expect, with smooth tan skin that’s begging for my touch. His only body hair is a dark trail leading to his narrow waist, which makes my mouth water. God, he’s more beautiful than I’d imagined.
If I thought he’d let me, I’d strip him down and toss him on my bed before devouring every inch of him. Another time.
Instead, I push him onto the couch until he’s on his back, staring up at me with heat, expectation, and something careful in the back of his gaze.
“Okay?”
His smile is everything. He nods, a sharp gesture, before his eyes darken.
My hands move on their own, eager to explore the smooth warmth of his chest. His gasp as my fingers skim over the top of his nipples is all I need. With a smirk, I set about making Micah come apart with my tongue and teeth.
No one’s ever trusted me before, not like this. No one but Micah. The way he’s letting me in is more than I expected. That realization settles in my chest like a vow.
I draw the hard nub into the heat of my mouth, sucking and teasing until his rigid length pushes against my stomach. I’m just as hard. His smell, the feel of his skin, the delicious sounds he’s making. It’s too much and not enough.
I abandon his nipples in favor of moving lower, pressing soft kisses to the skin of his stomach as I follow that glorious trail of dark hair. I make it to the waistband of his joggers when he tugs on my arm.
“Troy!” My name is a breathless shout. I pull up immediately hearing the no behind his cry. He’s not ready and I won’t push.
He pushes up from the couch until we’re face to face.
“Sorry. I should have stopped,” I say, as I pull back and move down the couch to give him room. Unbelievably, he laughs.
“Relax, big guy. I didn’t want to stop, just want to take my turn.”
Then he sinks to his knees between my legs, and I lose my ability to breathe.
“Micah…”
“Oh no, Troy. You don’t get to have all the fun.” The look he gives me is dark and wicked, and my cock twitches at the thought of what’s coming next.
“These need to come off.” Micah tugs at the waistband of my basketball shorts. “All of it.”
I lift my hips, but before I can move my hands, he’s already dragging my shorts and briefs down my thighs. My dick is on board one hundred percent, springing up hard and leaking.
“Damn, Troy, look at what you’ve been hiding away.”
His admiring gaze sends a wave of arousal directly to my twitching cock.
“Fuck, Micah!” That’s all I can manage before his hand wraps around me and I lose the power of speech.
Those green eyes darken. A smug grin appears before he lowers his head, deliberately keeping eye contact as his tongue darts out to lick the tip of my cock. I groan before I can stop myself.
Pleasure rolls over me as Micah swallows me down without a word.
I can’t think about anything but the wet heat of his mouth and his decadent tongue.
Micah works me with his mouth until coherent thought has abandoned me.
I’m moaning wildly, my hands gripping the couch cushions.
My hips buck forward and I hit the back of his throat.
He gags and I look down at him, his eyes leaking tears, face messy with drool.
He looks wrecked, and it’s hotter than anything I’ve ever seen.
“Touch me, Troy,” he demands, right before he sucks me back into the delicious warmth of his mouth, while he tugs at the waistband of his joggers with his free hand. Pulling his cock free and wrapping a hand around it, he strokes it, matching the rhythm of his mouth.
My fingers tangle in his hair, and he sighs. I tug—firm but careful. The rumble of his groan against my cock sends me higher. My balls tighten.
“I’m close,” I warn, but he only sucks me deeper. The head of my cock hits the back of his throat and that’s all it takes for me to fly over the edge. I come hard enough that my vision whites out. It goes on in wave after wave as Micah licks and sucks until I’m too sensitive for more.
I tug at his hair gently, and he pulls off, smug satisfaction written all over his face. I’m too wrecked to do anything but stare at his swollen pink lips, still wet with my cum.
There’s nothing for me to hide behind; all my walls have crumbled. Micah’s looking at me like he’s never seen me before, and I know everything I feel for him is showing up on my face. I don’t even have the energy to hide it.
For a second I see something there, something vulnerable and soft, but then he closes down, and it’s gone. My chest aches as his face goes blank and he pulls away. I grasp for anything I can to keep him close.
“Wait. What about you?”
He blushes to the tips of his ears, then turns away to grab his shirt. It’s adorable and now I want to pull him onto my lap and hug him.
“No need. I … uh already got there.”
What? He came just from giving me head.
“God that’s fucking hot!” flies out of my mouth before I can lock it down. I’m half hard again just from his words. Micah does it for me in every way.
“It’s all good. Uh … Thanks, Troy.” His shirt’s back on, but he’s looking away, not meeting my eyes.
I can almost see him pack away all the intimacy we just built behind his armor.
His dismissal stings, but I push it down.
I know how he is, but as he turns away, my stomach falls and the ache in my chest deepens.
He needs time. I can give him that.
“Night, Troy.”
“Night, Micah.”
I sit there naked as the chill of the room seeps into me until I have the energy to grab my clothes and head for my bedroom.