Page 75 of Stalked By Shadows

“You know how you like to be touched, right?” he asked. “What sort of things make you feel good?”

“Sure, I guess?”

“Start there,” Micah instructed. He pushed the shorts and underwear down so they framed his cock, and I marveled at the beauty of him. Micah wrapped my fist around him, his hand over the top and began slow strokes. His sigh was deep, cock weeping in my grip, and I couldn’t help but smile at what I could do to him.

Our lips met, his hand gripping my hair to feed our mouths together. I devoured his passion, enjoying his dominance a little more than I thought I would. A groan escaped me when he twisted my head a little to give him a better angle. “Fuck.”

“Yeah,” Micah agreed.

He shoved the kilt out of the way and tilted our hips so the two of us could slide together. The heat of his cock against mine, both of us leaking precome, with his hands wrapped around us, tight and pumping. I groaned and had to fight to keep my eyes from rolling back in my head from the weight of the pleasure.

My hips moved on their own, thrusting in time to his strokes, chasing the heat and friction of his hand and cock against mine. I couldn’t really think beyond the sensation. We battled with kisses and writhing bodies, both of us making sounds that porn could never truly reproduce. His hold on my hair just this side of painful, but so fucking good, I couldn’t help but fight it a bit, adding to the intensity.

He bit my lip, not a playful nip, but a quick sting of pain that blossomed into pleasure I hadn’t expected at all.

“Sweet Jesus,” I grumbled, the world spinning as I came, spurting over his fist and coating both of us.

He raced to catch up, fist pumping, hand still closed around mine, though I felt like I was useless at that moment to help. Then he was coming too, his soft cries a melody to my satiated body.

We both breathed heavily, trading kisses while our heart rates came down. My lip ached a little, though Micah lapped at it, sucked it, and gave it small kisses. “Sorry,” he whispered. “I didn’t break the skin.”

“Nothing to be sorry for,” I assured him. My brain began coming back online. Who knew I had that little kink? How could something so small feel so huge? He reached over and picked up some sort of spare towel or something and wiped off his hands and our spend.

Micah kissed the tip of my nose like I’d often done to him. “Okay?”

“Yes?”

“Is that a question?”

“Been a long time since I came. I think I had an out-of-body experience. You have a book about that somewhere?”

He snorted, which made me laugh and wrap him in a tight hug, to cover him with endless kisses. We curled up on the cushion together, laughing, kissing, and enjoying the moment. “There are actually a few in the shop. Though I think it would be better if we practice and experiment ourselves.”

“What do you have in mind?”

“I’d love to show you my toy collection.”

“Let’s nap, then I’m game.”

Chapter 22

Iwas making another batch of cookies when someone pounded on the door. Micah frowned at the crochet project in his hands, but got up. We’d had an easy afternoon of sweet sex, cosplay idea discussions, and now food. I’d already fed him paninis for dinner—not even I could mess up a sandwich—but he’d requested more peanut butter cookies.

Micah opened the door. I expected Lukas or Sky, maybe even Tim, but it was Jared who pushed past Micah and into the apartment.

“Hey,” I said, stripping off the oven mitts after taking the last batch out of the oven, and getting ready to tackle him if need be.

“You gotta find her,” Jared pleaded with me. “She’s in the cemetery. I know she is. I keep dreaming of her.”

“We’re not allowed in the cemetery,” Micah said.

“Did you tell the police?” I asked. “They can get into the cemetery. But Jared, if she was there, she would have already been found.”

“No one is listening to me.” Jared tugged at his hair. “That other lady didn’t listen. I told her to put it back, now she’s dead. We need to put it back.”

“Put what back where?” The question itself made no sense to me.

“A wedding ring. It had been put in the grave. That tour guide took it out, gave it to Mary, Mary is dead. We need to get the ring and put it back.” He paced and both Micah and I stayed out of his way. “They will give me Sarah if we put it back.”