Page 99 of Stalked By Shadows

He shuddered. “Fuck!”

I lapped at the ridge, enjoying the different feel of this skin against my tongue, then licked up to the taint again and nipped at that little flesh, knowing what was beneath.

“In me,” Micah demanded. “Fuck, you are such a tease,” he complained.

“Tease?” I wanted to know. “I’m exploring…”

He reached down and gripped my hair in an almost painful handful, forcing me to look at him. “Fuck me.”

“I should stretch you.”

Micah put a firm hand in my hair and yanked me up until we were face to face, then rolled us over so he was on top. He shoved a condom and the bottle of lube my way. “I don’t need it, but I do need your cock in my ass right now.”

“Demanding much?” I teased, taking out a condom, then sliding it on. I was pretty liberal with the lube but still worried. He growled impatiently at me. “Is this what they mean when they say bossy bottoms?” I asked him.

He gave me narrowed eyes then shoved me flat onto the bed and grabbed my cock. “I’ll show you a bossy bottom.” He lined us up, using a hand to guide the head of my cock to his hole, but kneeling above me enough that I could almost see the way his dusky hole sucked me in. This was vaguely familiar, the warm heat, a tight clench of muscles around the length of me, swallowing me. I fumbled for breath, trying to hold back an orgasm to give him what he needed.

Micah seated himself fully, his ass parted and resting on my hips, with my cock nestled deep within him. He closed his eyes, wiggling his hips a little as if to find the perfect angle. His hands rested on my chest, firm, and in control. Which was actually a huge fucking turn on. Micah, small, beautiful, and a ball busting power bottom.

“Fuck,” I grumbled at him. “You’re going to make me come.”

He opened his eyes and gave me a sexy little smile. “Isn’t that the point? Pretty sure that’s the point.” He wiggled again, then moved his hips up, gliding the length of me, until he reached the tip and then sliding back down. “Hard to get the right rhythm this way,” he said.

“Yeah?” I reached out to grab his hips and hold them so I could thrust into him. His sigh was immediate, his dick leaking precome over his stomach and dripping down the length of him. He added a little twist to his hips each time I pressed into him deep, but I could tell, while it was good, it wasn’t enough. He was searching for something, an angle or a speed, I wasn’t sure, only that this position wasn’t quite doing it.

I lifted him off, and turned him, muffling his protest with a kiss, before pressing him chest down onto the bed and sliding back inside him. I lifted one of his legs, pressing the thigh upward to give me a better angle, and felt myself slide a tiny bit further into him.

His moan was deep. I tested the position, moving my hips around, pressing hard into him, drawing sexy noises from him, even as I had my arms wrapped around him like a cage, while I pulled back to thrust back in. He reached back to grip my hair, turning his head until our lips met. This. Yes, this was the perfect spot.

Micah met my thrusts, let his hips move against mine, finding a delicious rhythm of speed, force, and depth while I held him tight. Our mouths fed at each other, his hand wrapped in my hair almost hard enough to hurt, but he guided us together. Fuck, it was so good, deep inside him, swallowed by his heat, intensity, and passion.

I could hear the rising heights of his pleasure, feel his body gripping me with each shove into his warmth, until we were both dancing on the edge of pleasure. A cacophony of sounds better than any porno could ever pretend to portray. The slap of our bodies together, a slight sting of pain with the delicious rising wave of bliss. The need to fill him, coat his insides with my come, while I devoured his lips had me seeing stars.

Micah’s hand tightened in my hair, enough that I suddenly couldn’t move, and was left only with the swing of his hips and clenching body around my encased cock. That was the end of it. A fiery kiss, with his tongue jabbing into my mouth like my cock was driving into his body. The heat, friction, and need poured from me like fire down my spine. I half screamed into his lips, filling the condom but still thrusting as his body followed mine into orgasm, his body tightening around me, as though milking me for every last bit of pleasure.

“Holy fuck…” I whispered into his lips as we both rode the wave slowly downward as we both trembled. His spend covered the sheet and his stomach, and I couldn’t help but wish it had branded me instead. “Next time,” I said.

“Hmm?” Micah asked.

“Thinking how I want your come all over me.”

He rewarded me with a tiny smile. “Next time,” he agreed.

“And who knew I had so many kinks,” I said. “Bossy bottoms.”

“Not many let me be in control,” he admitted.

“Well I’m all on board.” So on board my body gave another little twitch at the thought of him bossing me around again. “All in…” I promised.

Chapter 30

This time we did nap. Both of us wrapped in my new quilt, curled up into the corner. I didn’t realize it wasn’t a nap, but actual sleep until the sound of something jerked me awake. I glanced at the clock. Three a.m. It was the only light source in the loft now that we had the curtain up.

Micah appeared to still be asleep. His back to the wall, and chest to me, using me as a shield. And that was okay. Jet was curled up in his bed, seeming undisturbed by whatever had woken me.

I laid there listening. My brain immediately latching onto the time and the possibilities for what may have woken me. Micah hadn’t heard much of the thing in his garden. Was that intentional maybe?

I closed my eyes and began to doze when I heard it again. Something I couldn’t quite identify. An unnatural, animal-like sound. Not from inside. That was at least reassuring.