Page 10

Chapter 10

MICAH

F ucking hell.

I let out a groan and turned in the opposite direction, then punched my pillow for good measure. My pregame nap was not happening, and my cock was hard as a fucking rock. Josie had sauntered out of my condo twenty minutes ago, tops, and if I was smart, I would jack myself off and fall asleep before she got back.

Especially now that I’d had a few moments of clarity and a text from Ray wishing me luck at the game tonight. Fuck. The guilt had settled in. I had no business putting my hands on her or wanting her as strongly as I did. When Ray had asked me to keep an eye on her, this sure as fuck wasn’t what he’d meant.

Yeah, we were both consenting adults, but the guilt was still there.

I raked my hand through my hair again, almost whimpering when the sheet dragged over my sensitive cock. I squeezed my eyes closed.

Fuck. I wanted to taste her again, feel what it would be like to sink into her heat, to hear her whisper my name as she came.

Fuuuuuuuuuck.

Go to sleep, idiot.

***

“Should I let you nap in peace?” her voice whispered, and I felt the sheet pull back.

I turned to see her leaning over the bed, her purple hair falling over her shoulders, as her tongue darted out to lick the corner of her mouth.

“You looked restless,” she murmured. “Need some warm milk or something?”

I sighed and reached for her hand, tugging her down on top of me. “That’s because I am fucking restless, and it’s all your fault.”

“Micah.” she gasped as I rocked my body against hers, my cock still hard as steel. I’d drifted off for a bit, but I wasn’t going to get in my normal pregame nap.

“Should I go?” she asked, her pupils dilating as she shifted against me.

“Probably,” I muttered, her scent enveloping me.

Fuck, I wanted her.

She tried to pull back, but I kept my grip on her. “No,” I gritted out. “Don’t go.”

“Are you sure?”

“No.”

She straddled my hips and sat up. I bit back a groan. “Micah, I’m not going to play this game with you. I’m not going to be a regret or a mistake again.”

The words I’d said to her four years ago punched me in the chest, and I shifted, sitting up with her still in my arms. I held her gaze, and her lips parted softly.

“Look, I was an asshole that day. Kissing you was never a mistake. I was fucked up from everything ending with Amaya, and it wasn’t right for me to take advantage of you and kiss you that night.”

“I kissed you,” she murmured, her cheeks pink.

I reached up and cupped her jaw. “I was an idiot, and I’m sorry for what I said. I’ve thought about that kiss more times than I should’ve over the years.”

She smiled. “Me too. And I’m glad I’m not a regret.”

I ran my thumb over her lower lip, and she nipped me with her teeth. “You could never be a regret, Josie. I’m so fucking sorry for my reaction that night.”

“Idiot man.”

“Absolutely.”

She rocked her hips again. “So, you still interested in a nap?”

“No,” I muttered.

“Um, okay. I’ll go,” she said.

I tightened my hold. “Don’t fucking move.”

Her eyes widened, and she bit her lip. “But you have a game tonight. And, you know, superstitions and all. Those should be taken very seriously.” She rolled her hips again.

“Very seriously,” I echoed, my hand moving to fist the back of her hair, holding her locked against me.

Her moan washed over my skin, and my fingers tightened.

“I know you want to be on edge for the game, but you seem a bit too tense,” she taunted, her hand on top of the sheet covering my side.

I both loved and hated that she was back to teasing me. I needed to feel her fingers on my skin. Her mouth on mine.

“Fuck superstitions,” I growled.

Her pupils were fully blown. “Are you sure? It’s game day, after all.”

“You have too many clothes on.” All I could think about was getting her underneath me or on top of me. I wasn’t picky at this point. I just needed her naked right fucking now. I shoved aside every doubt. Fuck, they were weak at best.

She leaned back. “We should fix that.” Then she pulled the oversized shirt she’d changed into earlier over her head, tossing it behind her and leaving herself in just a sports bra and yoga shorts.

“This should go too.” She shed her bra and shifted her body to quickly remove the rest of her clothes.

Then she sat back down on top of me, and I couldn’t decide where to look or touch first. Her breasts were perfect, with dark, pink-tipped nipples that were already pebbled and making my mouth water. I trailed one finger down her arm—her skin was so fucking soft.

“Fucking hell, you’re gorgeous. Stunning.” I wanted to worship her. To taste and tease every inch of her.

I lifted her in my arms, kicking the sheet down my body, and settled her back on top of me, her wet heat on my stomach. It took everything in me not to immediately shuck off my boxer briefs and plunge her down on my cock.

Her hands curled into my chest, her nails scraped my nipples, and I groaned.

“How much time do we have?” she asked, skating her fingers over my skin.

“Not enough,” I rasped, my hands moving to cup her breasts. I pinched her nipples, and she moaned. Fuck. I needed to taste her.

“Micah,” she gasped when I pulled one distended tip into my mouth and sucked while cupping her other breast. Her fingers fisted in my hair again, holding me to her body.

Her hand held my nape, not letting me go, as I moved from tasting one breast to the other. Her body pressed deeper against mine, and my cock ached for her.

“Fuck,” I murmured against her skin. She released her grip on my neck and reached behind herself to wrap her hand around my dick and give a gentle squeeze, her thumb grazing the moisture at the tip. I pumped my hips without thought and lashed my tongue against her nipple. I needed her underneath me. I didn’t want to come in her hand right now.

She pushed me back, her breast leaving my mouth with a pop. The look in her eyes made my entire body clench. Then she was lifting her hips, her hand releasing my dick while she moved. She dragged her wet center over the tip of my cock, and an inaudible sound fell from my lips.

“Maybe this will help with all your tension.” I didn’t miss the glimmer in her heat-filled eyes as she held my gaze and shimmied her body down over my thighs and then lower.

“That looks painful.” She wrapped her hand around my cock again and settled between my legs.

“Fuck me,” I whispered.

She grinned. “I’m getting there.”

Then her tongue darted out, licking the head of my dick, and my hand instinctually sank into her hair. I tried to keep my hold soft as she engulfed the tip, the warm heat of her mouth sending bolts of need to every nerve in my body. I wanted to punch my hips up and sink to the back of her throat, feel her swallow me whole, but I had some restraint, even if it was hanging by a rapidly disintegrating thread when she took me deeper.

“Fuck, Josie,” I growled as she lowered her head. The tip of my dick hit the back of her throat, her hand gripped the base, and she swallowed around my head.

Her hum vibrated me from root to tip, and I was embarrassingly close to coming immediately. I was too keyed up, and I wanted to enjoy everything she was doing to me, so I tried to think of anything aside from the feel of her mouth and tongue on me. She moved up and down, up and down, almost letting my cock fall from her mouth as she teased the slit at the top of my dick with her tongue.

She deliciously tortured me, and my body was close to combusting, the base of my spine tingling.

“Fuck, I’m too close.” My fingers tightened in her hair, but she wouldn’t release me. Her hand gently cupped my balls, and my hips raised off the bed, making me sink farther into her mouth. She swallowed around me again, and I couldn’t hold back any longer. I shouted her name and came down the back of her throat.

She made soft humming sounds and drank me down.

“Fucking hell,” I gritted out and lifted my head to meet her gaze as she gave me one last lick.

She grinned and wiped the corner of her mouth with one finger. “Not so tense anymore, are you?”

My chuckle was strained, and I reached up, gathering her into my arms.

“What am I going to do with you?”

She trailed her hand up my chest. “I bet we could come up with a few things. You know, unless you really need a nap now.”

I tweaked her nipple with my fingers, and she moaned softly. “I’m definitely not in the mood to nap right now.”

“Whatever shall we do, then?” She paused and danced her fingers over my ribs. “But if you lose tonight because you didn’t nap, don’t blame me.”

“Give me a minute, and then I’m going to fuck you so I can feel you squeeze my cock as you scream my name. Then we’ll nap.”

“If you insist.”

“Oh, I absolutely do.”

My pregame nap hadn’t helped us win the last game. Maybe I just needed Josie. It was a sacrifice I was more than willing to make. For science.

JOSIE

My entire body squirmed as he stared at me, and I couldn’t help but wiggle my hips against his cock. His cock that should definitely have been softer than it currently was after he’d just come in my mouth. Freaking hell, I wanted everything this man could give me. He was going to wreck me, but at least it’d be fun while it lasted.

Yeah, I’d been teasing him for weeks, but as soon as he’d kissed me again, I knew we were going to end up in bed together, and so far, it’d been amazing. I hadn’t expected his apology, but his words were exactly what I didn’t know I needed to hear. But I wouldn’t get ahead of myself. We were still two very different people and temporary roommates. This could end up beyond messy. I needed to care about that more.

He reached up to cup my face, and I turned, pressing a kiss to his palm.

“Fucking beautiful,” he murmured.

“You’re not so bad yourself.” My fingers danced along the tattoos covering his arms. He’d added more ink over the years, and this was really the first time I was getting a closer look. He was freaking hot as hell. No wonder I’d added some tattoos to the NSFW images I’d drawn for my clients. Yes, I’d taken small bits of his ink, but I wasn’t going to tell him that. He’d freak if I told him I’d put him in my drawings. It would have to be my little secret.

“Are you smirking?” he asked.

“No. Just admiring,” I said.

He rolled us before I could say anything else, and then my back was sinking into the mattress with Micah’s body covering mine. His hardening cock settled between my thighs, and I ached for him to plunge inside of me. I wrapped my legs around his hips and opened myself up to him.

“Fuck, I need you.” His hand reached between our bodies and skimmed over my stomach, then lower.

He groaned. “You’re fucking drenched. Did sucking me off do this to you?”

I swallowed hard. I hadn’t expected him to be such a dirty talker, and I was freaking here for it. A shiver wracked my body.

He leaned down and lightly bit my nipple. My hands went to his head to hold him close, and my back arched off the bed when his thumb swiped over my clit.

“So fucking wet and just for me.”

“Micah.” I gasped as he sank one finger inside my heat. My inner muscles immediately clenched around him, and he added another finger, gently stretching me.

I don’t even know what sound came out of me when his fingers left my heat, and he brought them to his mouth, then licked me off of him.

“Fucking delicious.”

His lips were on mine, and his tongue swiped against mine. I gave myself over to his kiss, my thighs squeezing his hips, and I tried to get some friction to ease the ache inside me.

He slanted his head and deepened the kiss, his tongue licking inside my mouth. His groan made me feel like I was about to explode. I couldn’t get enough of everything he did to me.

I ran my nails down his back, relishing the shudder that rolled through him. His cock was rock-hard against my heat, and if I just shifted, there was a chance he’d sink inside me. I needed him with a desperation I’d never felt before.

“Fuck,” he growled against my lips. I rubbed against him, and he peppered kisses along my jaw, then licked the spot where my neck met my shoulder.

“I want to devour you until you’re quivering and sobbing my name, begging me to let you come.”

“Holy shit.” I gasped when his teeth grazed my throat, lightly biting, teasing… torturing . “Micah, please,” I murmured. He lifted his head, meeting my gaze. Pure fire stared back at me.

“I want to wreck you. It’s only fair since that’s what you do to me,” he whispered.

I was a puddle. A freaking puddle. My body already felt like liquid fire, and he wasn’t even inside me yet.

Then he bit down on my earlobe before bathing the spot with his tongue, and I rocked my hips.

“I need to feel you clenching my cock. Do you want that, Hurricane?”

I nodded. “Uh-huh.” I would never admit how much I loved his nickname for me. Like he accepted my chaos as just who I was.

But right now, I was tired of waiting for him, so I reached down, wrapped my hand around his hard cock, and gripped with gentle force. He hardened, pulsing in my fingers.

“Fuck,” he gritted out, thrusting in my hold. “Impatient, are we?”

My laugh was husky. “Yes, dammit. I want your cock inside me. Like, right now.”

He chuckled and leaned over me, taking my lower lip into his mouth. He nibbled for a second before he plunged his tongue into my mouth, then let out a grunt when I swiped my thumb over the tip of his dick. He wasn’t the only one who could tease and torture.

“Fuck me, already,” I whispered when he broke the kiss. He looked at me with pupils blown and color high on his cheeks, and I loved that he wanted me as desperately as I wanted him.

“With pleasure.” He slipped his hand under the pillow and pulled back with a condom in his hand.

“You keep one under there all the time?”

He smirked. “Just being proactive in case you came back for a nap.”

I giggled. “If I have my way, it’s going to be a very short nap. Just don’t hold it against me for messing up your pregame routine.”

“Maybe messing it up is a good thing,” he said, a twinkle in his eyes as he tore open the foil square.

His words warmed me to the tips of my toes, and I grabbed the condom from his hand, deftly covering his hard cock. I made sure to give him a little tug as I did. Hearing the growl rumble through his body whenever I touched him lit me up like nothing else in my life ever had, and I craved every noise that fell from his lips.

He lifted his hips and notched his cock at my entrance. My fingers ran up his chest, and my thumbs rasped against his nipples; then he plunged into me with one hard thrust. My back arched off the bed, and I rose to meet him, chasing the friction as he bottomed out.

“Fuck, you’re squeezing me,” he said with a groan. “Are you okay?”

I smiled. “I will be when you start moving.”

His laugh was slightly pained. “Demanding, aren’t you?”

I clenched my thighs around his hips. “You knew exactly what you were getting, Micah.”

“Yes, I fucking did,” he said, leaning down and capturing my lips with his. His tongue swept against mine as he pulled back and then thrust into me again.

Holy hell, he felt amazing. My inner muscles fluttered around him, and he plunged in and out of my body, taking me higher than I’d ever imagined possible.

My fingers scraped across his back, his body quivering under my touch, and I didn’t want him to hold back even an inch.

He palmed my hip with one hand, holding me tight as he moved. Every time he sank completely inside of me, I wanted him more.

I broke the kiss—the sensation of everything that had just happened was overwhelming—and sank my hands into his hair, holding his gaze.

“I knew it would be like this. Consuming. Fucking perfect.”

His words were going to wreck me as much as his body was. I’d had a crush on this man for so long, and I didn’t want to think about how I’d felt when he’d crushed my dreams. I wanted to enjoy every moment with him right now, but I couldn’t give away how much I truly desired him. All of him.

“Yes. Oh, god. You feel so good,” I said instead of telling him he’d been consuming me since our first kiss. Hell, well before that.

He reached down and cupped my jaw, making me look at him. “Are you okay?”

I turned my face, kissing his palm. “Absolutely. Don’t stop, Micah. Don’t ever stop.”

“Fuck, Hurricane.”

Then he kissed down my throat, and his fingers traveled over my skin, finding my clit. He teased me with his thumb while he thrust in and out of me, and I was so close.

I lifted my hips to meet every thrust, and my hands shifted to his back again, skating over his shoulders. Every muscle bunched and moved under my touch as we raced toward oblivion. I rocked my body and chased the friction I craved.

He dipped his head lower, pulled one of my nipples into his mouth, and sucked. I moaned, restless and ready to explode.

“Oh, Micah. Micah. Yes.” My words came out as pants.

“Come for me. Come all over my cock. Fuck, you feel so fucking good. I’m so fucking close,” he rasped.

And those words were exactly what I needed. My body froze and then shattered in an orgasm that topped anything I’d ever felt before. I shuddered, and Micah never stopped thrusting into me and laving my nipples with his tongue. It was sensory overload, and I went along for the glorious ride.

As aftershocks shook my body, Micah lifted his head and, holding my gaze, growled out my name, then followed me over the edge to bliss.

He dropped down on top of me, his hands bracketing my head on the bed to keep some of his weight off me. I wanted to tug him down and feel all of his delicious body squishing mine into the mattress.

He nuzzled my neck. “That was fucking incredible, Hurricane.”

“I can’t move,” I murmured, running my fingers gently through his hair. He shuddered under my touch, and I never wanted this feeling to end.

“Let’s clean up, and then we still have time to nap,” he said.

“Gotta keep the routine,” I teased half-heartedly.

“If we win tonight, we might have to add all this to the routine.”

He lifted his head, his smile bright and so damn beautiful.

“Sometimes sacrifices have to be made, I guess. You know. For science.”

He skimmed his fingers down my side and hit my ticklish spot, making me laugh and squirm.

“Come on.” He rolled off me and scooped me into his arms before I could say another word.

There was something ridiculously hot about a naked, tatted-up man carrying me into the bathroom after he’d just given me the best orgasm of my life.

I couldn’t wait to feel him inside me again.