Page 55 of Possessed By Shadows

Chapter 17

Waking up to be seduced by my boyfriend eclipsed some of the greatest moments of my life. Better than any victory while I served, or big sale I made in the shop, or even a well-crafted cosplay. Wake up sex, which had never really been a thing for me before Micah, awakened not only my body, but my heart and warmed my soul. The need for him beyond intense, even if it was only to sink into his arms and hold him. His kisses, hands on my skin, the heat he painted me with, all divine, and I worshiped him for it.

Not that he had to work hard to seduce me, I was an easy sell when it was Micah. Before him, there was no morning wood, or knee jerk reaction to sexual word play. The second he had shown up in my life, a single look from him could send me revving.

“How’s your back? And your hip?” Micah asked as he peppered my face with kisses.

“Um, what back? What hip? Kiss me more.”

He gave me a husky laugh, hand reaching down to find my cock awake and ready for whatever. “Yeah?”

“Fuck yeah, keep doing that,” I groaned. “I know no pain while in your heavenly grasp.”

Micah snorted, his grip finding a good rhythm, and I sank into his touch thinking I’d repay the gesture as soon as my brain was back online. Though wrapping my hand in his hair and tugging him down on top of me, I was a little disappointed to find him clothed. We had gone to bed naked, which meant he was already up.

“No fair. You should be naked too,” I grumbled against his lips. I hoped I didn’t have morning breath, though I’d brushed the night before. Sometimes stinky was normal. Sweat or morning breath, or farts we’d giggle over. It was part of being okay with who you were in a relationship with.

“I think you’re not feeling what I’m doing. Maybe I should stop,” Micah teased, and backed up, but instead of letting go, he bowed over me and took my cock down the back of his throat. The hot suction, and gripping muscles of his lips, cheek, and tongue sending me flying.

I was not going to last. Morning assault of the most amazing kind. Him sucking me, his fingers tickling my balls, and teasing the delicate skin beneath, even circling my hole with promise. Yeah, I wouldn’t even make it to having him inside, fingers or otherwise, though it had been a few days since I’d felt the zing of my prostate being awakened. But I came, body too loose and warm from sleep to hold back.

Micah swallowed down my come, lapping at the tip of me carefully as I still writhed beneath him from overstimulation and need. I could totally spend the day in bed with him.

I let out a long breath, feeling like my body was coming down, relaxed, and yet awake and sleepy all at once. “No fair. Come sit on my face,” I protested.

He gave me that husky laugh again. “Later.”

“Don’t be the boss. I don’t want to work today.” Would the shop still be closed? I could hear rain, but not more than an occasional ping on the siding of the house.

“I’ll have to check on the shop. Make sure nothing is broken, or water damage, but no, the shop will remain closed today. The worst of the storm is done. But there will be water in the streets, and more rain coming. I’d rather people not slog all that into the store.” He spread himself against me, laying over the top of my body as if he was a living blanket. He continued planting kisses on my face, fingers woven in my hair. I relaxed into his touch, glad that the last of the nightmare was chased away by his caress.

Micah awaking up before me, was odd. He was not a morning person at all. My days in the military had ensured that my internal clock had very well-worn settings. Yet there he was, awake, dressed, and seeming to be ready for the day.

“What time is it?” I wondered.

“Almost ten,” Micah said.

“Fuck. I never sleep in.”

“You needed the rest. I think the nightmare woke us around three a.m.?” He glanced up as though to find a clock and confirm, but shrugged. “I’m glad that when you went back to sleep, you seemed pretty solidly under. No restless dreaming or muttering.”

“I talk in my sleep?” That was news.

“Sometimes. Usually, it’s event stimulated. Like when we were doing tours and would stumble across something you’d see…”

“I’m talking to ghosts in my sleep?”

“No idea, sorry. But Dion will be here in a bit. Which means you might want to put some clothes on.”

I blinked at him, trying to process. “What?” Why would Dion be coming here?

“Clothes, naked soldier boy. No one gets to see your wing wang but me.” He rolled off me and up, reaching to help me off the futon.

“Wing wang?” I looked down at my now limp dick and fondly remembered the feeling of Micah’s lips wrapped around it. He could call it whatever he wanted.

“Shower? Clothes? Coffee? Any of that inspire you?”

“Coffee,” I groaned, rising from the futon with arms flailing like a zombie ripping from the grave. “Coffeeeeeee,” I pretended to be a mindless monster searching for caffeine.