by Leila James
Me: Besides, what are you doing here? You should be at school.
Daph’s Dream Dick: Why is it poor timing?
Daph’s Dream Dick: Open the door.
Me: No.
I shove my phone in my pocket and bolt down the stairs, then peek out the little side window. He’s in his school uniform, one hand in his pants pocket, the other looking down at his phone. A current zaps through my body as my eyes roam over him.
I’m so busy drooling, I don’t move away from the window fast enough. He sees me. “Daphne, come on. Open up.”
Biting down on my lip, I crack the door, hiding behind it. “Micah, I don’t want you to see me like this.”
“Like what?”
“That’s the poor timing I was referring to. I just put a mud mask on my face, and I’m wearing my pajamas.”
“Sounds hot.”
“Not hot. I have on pink bunny slippers.”
Despite the fact that I’m holding the door, Micah manages to push it open. Honestly, I don’t put up much resistance, allowing him to see me in all my mud-mask-and-pink-bunny-slipper glory. I stare at him with wide eyes.
At first, he doesn’t say a word, just looks me up and down. “Still hot.” Then he cracks a grin. “And really fucking cute. What are you doing, having a spa day?”
I shrug, and start to smile, but then I’m reminded of my mask when my skin pulls. “You can come in on one condition.” I raise my hand to my face, touching my cheek with my fingers where it’s starting to dry.
“We’ve transitioned from bets to conditions?”
“Mm-hmm. For sure.”
His lips twist as he shoulders his way in. “And what would the condition be?”
“I still have to let my mask dry, so you have to let me put one on you, too.”
Micah sputters out a laugh. “Sorry, what?”
I shut the door behind him, grab his hand, and tug him toward the stairs. “You want to stay, right?”
I don’t feel particularly great in my pajamas and old T-shirt, but when I look back, his eyes are trained on my ass.
“Micah?”
“Hmm?”
I point at my face. “I’m up here.”
He grins sheepishly. “Sorry. I was distracted.”
“You want to stay?” The girl inside of me who isn’t used to this kind of attention at all wants him to stay, no matter what he wants to talk about. I want him to stay for me. Because he wants to be here with me.
“Yeah. Yeah, I fucking do.”
Chapter 38
Up in my bedroom I gesture to the bed, then belatedly realize what I’ve done, and point to the desk chair instead. “You can, um, sit. I’ll be right back.” I hustle into the bathroom, grab the mud mask jar, and return to him with a twinkle in my eye. “Ready?”
He eyes the jar in my hand and mumbles something under his breath that sounds like What have I done? Shaking his head in amusement, he shrugs out of his blazer, then unknots his tie, yanking it over his head. “I’m guessing this could get messy.”
“You’d be right. Better take off the shirt, too.” Wow, Daphne. Way to get him to strip for you. My eyes track his fingers as they work the buttons. He tosses the shirt on top of the blazer, which he’d hung on my desk chair, leaving him in a formfitting white undershirt. My mouth waters as my gaze slides over his chest.
He shakes his head, grimacing as he sits down, not on the desk chair, but on my bed. “You aren’t going to let this go, huh?”
Trying to keep my cool, I laugh, “Nope.” I unscrew the lid and scoop some out onto my fingers. “We’ll call this my experiment since you seem to like those.”
He gives me a little smirk—a total panty-melter—and I try to breathe normally so he doesn’t know how much he affects me.
Stepping closer, I tip his face up, then begin to spread the goop over his cheeks.
I’m mid-application when Micah’s hands find my hips and tug me closer.
Standing between his legs, I continue to paint the cold mud onto his skin. His eyes watch my every move, and his hands have slipped under my shirt onto my hips, his thumbs tracing circles on the sensitive skin there and leaving a tingling path everywhere they travel.
I struggle to pull in a normal breath. My mind is swamped with everything that’s happened in the last few days. Yet, standing here, so close to him, none of that seems real. Much like I’d thought the other day, Micah seems to have one side he shows to the world and another he shares with me alone.
“This feels weird.” His fingers slide under and around the waistband of my pajamas.
I tentatively smile, unsure what he means. “What feels weird, the mask?”
His hands slide inside the back of my pajama pants, cupping my ass.
“Or did you mean my a—”
“I meant the crap you’re putting on my face.” With a squeeze of his hands, he whispers, “I think you’re pretty perfect.”
“I guarantee you I’m not.” I finish applying the mask and set the jar down on the nightstand.
“I like you like this, though.” He clears his throat. “I guess now that we both have this stuff on our faces, maybe it’s a good time to discuss a few things.”
I run my clean hand up the side of his neck and slide my fingers behind his head, loving the feel of the short hair against my skin. Slowly, I nod. “Okay.”
“First—and this seems appropriate with my hands on your ass—I love your body. When you get turned on, your nipples get so tight, it’s all I can do not to suck on them. I love cupping your ass in my hands.” He rakes his teeth over his lower lip as he looks calmly into my eyes and squeezes my butt cheeks again. “And your pussy …” He growls, the sound reverberating through his chest. “Well, it’s the stuff my goddamn dreams are made of.”
I drag in an unsteady breath.
“I love the way you smell. The way you taste. How soft your skin is. I fucking love it. And I just wanted to make sure you knew that.” He slides his hands down further, and my pajama pants pool on the floor. His touch is like magic; those big rough hands skim lightly over my outer thighs and up under my shirt to my belly, then around to my back. Stepping out of my pjs, I kick the bunny slippers off before placing a knee on the bed on either side of his hips. He groans, wrapping his arms behind my back. His lips nip along my jaw, just below the mask, then brush carefully across my mouth. A surge of desire races through me, jolting down my spine. My entire body aches, wanting him.
When his hand skates under my shirt and finds my bare breast, I’m overcome by lust. Our gazes connect, and before I even know what’s happening, we crash together. Our tongues taste, stroke, and lick as we ravage each other.
Micah’s cock is rock-hard between my legs, and I can’t stop the motion of my hips as I slide myself over him. He begins to ease us backward on the bed, but then he stops, swearing. “How fucking fast can we get these masks off?”
I press my lips together, trying not to laugh. “Fast.” I clamber off of his lap and march us both into the bathroom down the hall where we wash the semi-dry goop off of our faces.
Our skin pink from scrubbing, we stand there looking at each other, chests rising and falling in rhythm. His fingers dive into my hair on either side of my head, and he tilts my face up. His delicious mouth slants hungrily over mine, tongue sweeping inside. My heart rate goes through the roof as he lifts me onto the bathroom counter, stepping between my legs. He changes the angle of our kiss, going deeper. It’s so deep I’m scared I’m going to lose myself. The passionate urgency strikes a chord in me, and I give myself over to it, letting Micah lead me down a wicked path.
In a mad tangle of limbs, we divest each other of our T-shirts before our mouths slam back together. The added sensation of my bare breasts rubbing against his chest whips the growing storm inside me to hurricane levels, blowing and swirling through my system.
My legs wrap around his hips, and he immediately grinds his hard dick against me. I’m going to melt. Or burn up. Or die. S
omething.
His voice is husky near my ear. “I want to be inside you. I want your tight pussy squeezing the fuck out of my cock.”
I whimper as he lifts me from the counter and slowly makes his way back to my room.
Once he’s laid me down, he toes off his shoes and gets rid of his socks, then climbs on top of me, fitting his hips between my legs. The sheer size of him, which I was once so intimidated by, now makes me throb with want. He says he wants to be inside me, and I want it, too.
My poor mind is suffering from this physical onslaught—my synapses aren’t firing properly, and I know I should say something to him, but I don’t know how. He kisses me voraciously, and all coherent thought disappears into the ether.
The way his lips are hot on my skin.
The way his hands slide over my body, touching me everywhere.
The way his dick rubs insistently between my legs, making me wetter than I’ve ever been before.
Heat flows through me as his lips skim over my stomach. He stops when he reaches the waistband of my panties, then leans back on his knees and slowly, agonizingly so, tugs them off. I’m mesmerized watching his big hands remove them and I don’t have a chance to say a word before he dives between my legs. His tongue darts out, licking over my sensitive skin, and he uses his lips like he’s hungry for me. He groans, “I could do this forever. You’re so fucking gorgeous. All pink and wet for me.” His tongue slides inside me and, I swear, it’s like he’s French kissing my pussy. I shudder, rocked by molten desire. He reaches a hand up, fondling one of my breasts, flicking his thumb over my nipple before he pinches it. Hard.
And, oh God, I love it. My body clenches and a burst of pleasure shimmers through me. He hums in satisfaction, his tongue flicking over my clit, wringing the orgasm out of me. I’m unable to control myself—my hips undulate, rubbing my engorged flesh against his mouth. Normally, letting go like that would scare me, but somehow, here with Micah, I’m not frightened. He’s the one calling the shots, and I’m okay with it. In fact, I crave it.
Suddenly, I realize I’ve been off in my head. Micah is shucking off his dress pants and boxer briefs all in one go, only stopping to pull a condom out of his pocket.
I swallow, unsure what to do with myself. My eyes are crazy wide, taking in how his dick juts out from his body, gorgeous and long and thick, with a bead of moisture at the tip. “Do you carry those around all the time?” I ask, motioning to the condom.
“Not necessarily. Glad I have one today, though.” He shoots me another little smirk as he rips the package open.
I’m naked. He’s naked. Blood rushes in my ears. I have to say something. Because surely, he’ll know. “Um, Micah?” My voice is hoarse.
He rolls the condom on, lowering himself to me, his big body covering mine like a warm, weighted blanket.
“Um. I—” How do I say this? He gathers me in his arms and his lips slide down my throat. With a groan, he takes my nipple into his mouth and my back arches up in response. His cock is right there at my opening, the tip nudging its way in. I can’t concentrate. He slides inside probably less than an inch and all the air rushes out of my lungs. “Micah.”
He reaches between us, sliding his fingers through my slick folds, teasing me, then rubbing circles around my clit. “Mm, so fucking wet.”
I moan, unable to stop it when he touches me like that. Oh God, it feels so good.
He takes himself in his hand, dragging the crown of his cock through my arousal. Up. Down. Up. Down. He slides partway in again.
“Micah!” I push at his shoulders, my fingernails digging into his skin.
That gets his attention. He stops what he’s doing, giving me a questioning look. His brow furrows. “Am I hurting you? I want you so fucking bad, Daph. I fucking need you.”
I suck in a breath and stare at him, embarrassment rushing through me. “I’ve never— What I’m trying to say is … this is my first time.”
For a moment, what I’ve just revealed to him doesn’t register. He dips his lips near my ear, nipping at my lobe and groaning with pleasure. The moment it hits him, he goes perfectly still. “Wait, what?”
“You’re my first.” I swallow and blink up at him as he eases back, scanning my features.
The stunned look on his face would be comical if we weren’t both naked and I didn’t feel so exposed and embarrassed by my admission. I hate that I feel like this is something to be ashamed of. Like I’m the weirdo because I’ve never had sex.
He closes his eyes for what feels like at least a minute before he opens them again, staring at me curiously. “But I thought—”
“What?” My cheeks heat until I’m sure they’re a fantastic shade of crimson.
He grits his teeth. “I guess I thought when you had that orgasm the other day, and you said it was your first, that you’d just been with some fucknut in the sack who didn’t take his time with you.”
He lowers his head for a second, then shakes it, looking back up at me. “We don’t have to do this. Not if you don’t want to.” His jaw twitches, all of the muscles in his body rigid.
I whisper, “Do you want me, Micah?”
He tilts his head, eyes half-hooded, like he’s trying to decide what the right answer is. “You know I do. I’ve fucking wanted you since that day in the classroom when you let me play with your nipple.” He clears his throat and stares deeply into my eyes. “I think you wanted me then, too.”
“My body reacted to you, yes. And I still feel that … connection.” I put my hand over his heart. “But now I feel like I know the real you. And I like him. A lot.”
“Do you trust me, Daph?”
I nod, never breaking eye contact. “I do.”
Chapter 39
“Okay.” He lowers his head to my chest, licking a slow path over my collarbone, then exhaling. His hot breath on my skin makes me shiver in anticipation. He drags his scruff over the side of my breast before drawing my nipple into his mouth. The way his tongue swirls over it as he sucks makes me dizzy. He releases it with a pop, and as he moves to the other breast, he breathes out, “Daph, I’m going to make you feel so good. I promise.”
Micah torments my other breast at the same time he reaches back down, slipping a finger inside of me. He adds pressure from his thumb to my clit, then a second finger joins the first. His breath is ragged as his lips explore me, blazing a trail over my abdomen, nibbling over my hip, all while he works his fingers slowly in and out of me. I gasp at the pleasure I find in his touch, my body writhing under him. He kneels, kissing one thigh, then the other. I’m flooded with so many emotions I can’t make sense of what I’m thinking, but I sure as hell know I feel good. He makes me feel so, so good.
He shifts backward on the bed again, replacing his thumb on my clit with his tongue. He slides it over me, circling around and around as I watch him feast on me. His eyes are fiery, burning with lust.
“Oh God. Oh. Micah.” My body is wound tight. “I want you inside me.”
He shakes his head, flattening his tongue and sweeping it over me. “I want to make you come again first. I want you desperate for me.” He covers the hood of my sex with his mouth, sucking and licking and ravishing me as his fingers continue to work their magic inside me. Ever so slowly, the coiled tension low in my abdomen unfurls. I quake, crying out his name as my body finds nirvana once more.
I’ve barely stopped pulsing when Micah enters me. He moves slowly, inch by inch, holding himself up so he can see my face. I’ve gone from loose and languid and content to tense in no time flat. “Micah …” My breath hisses out of me as the feeling of being stretched beyond anything I’ve ever known overwhelms me.
“Put your legs around me.” He grunts as I do and slips further inside.
My jaw locks, and my fingers claw at his shoulders as I brace myself for whatever is coming. In a shaky voice, I ask, “Are you all the way in?”
He brushes a kiss over my mouth, a small chuckle leaving his lips. He glances down our bodies. �
��About halfway.”
My eyes widen and my heels dig into his backside. “Seriously?”
He nods, kissing me again, slowly, deeply. “Try to relax.” His tongue plunges into my mouth, and I’m sure it’s meant to distract me, because the next thing I know, I’m on fire for him, and the craving is so strong it has me tilting my hips to give him better access. “Daph, you’re so fucking tight.” He groans as he pushes all the way in.
There’s a raw burn and a twinge of outright pain as he seats himself fully. A ragged breath stutters across my lips. Honestly, I don’t know how he’s fitting inside me. He’s bigger than I had imagined.
He kisses my brow. “Are you okay?”
I nod quickly. Too quickly.
“If it’s too bad, we can stop.” He catches my chin with his fingers, steering my gaze to him. “Breathe.”
I blink a few times, staring into the smoldering depths of his eyes. I draw in a deep breath through my nose, release it in short bursts through my trembling lips. “I’m okay.”
He covers my mouth with his, kissing me senseless. His kisses are so drugging I don’t notice at first when he begins to move, but soon, he’s smoothly pumping his cock in and out of me. Whoa. I’m having sex. My mind reels. I have no idea how I know what to do, but soon I’m meeting Micah thrust for thrust and the pain is mostly gone, being replaced by something close to pleasure.
“Fuck. I can’t hold on any longer. I’m gonna come.” His hips roll as he approaches his climax. He’s looking right into my eyes when he tenses, then jerks inside me.
A few seconds later, he slowly pulls out and kisses the tip of my nose. His voice is low. “I’ll be right back.” He climbs from the bed and walks out of my room, buck naked.
Holy shit. Micah is walking around my house with no clothes on. And, oh my God, the view is amazing. I didn’t have a chance to truly appreciate his body earlier, but he’s beautiful. All carved muscle and deliciousness. My body throbs and my nipples tighten. The affect he has on me is sinful. He’s just taken my virginity, and … I would totally be up for doing it again.
