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Pushing his finger inside of me, my pussy clenches around him, holding him captive. Raising my hips, I ride his face, and my clit begins to swell against his tongue. Adding in another finger, he thrusts deeper, curling them against my walls.
He moans, again and again, which pushes me to the brink of my orgasm. My back arches as he lightly sucks my clit. Fucking me with slippery fingers, he flattens his tongue, sending every nerve ending on edge.
“Mmm,” he groans against my flesh, his shoulders tensing.
“Oh, yes, Micah,” I cry out, convulsing. Whimpering.
Gasping for air, my climax entirely consumes me. He breathes hard and fast, sinking his fingers further inside of me, again and again.
“Fuck,” he moans, removing his fingers, and dipping his tongue inside me.
“Micah,” I gasp, watching him squirm as I run my fingers through his hair.
And with his face still buried between my thighs, he comes for me.
Hard.
* * *
NEW YEAR’S EVE
The New Yearawaits at midnight. Riding passenger in my friend’s car, I take a moment to reflect on everything that has happened in my life over the last twelve months. My achievements in school. Good grades. Working through and overcoming my traumas. Stepping out of my comfort zone. My emotional progress. Developing healthier coping skills. Focusing on the friendships and relationships that matter most to me.
Meeting Damien, Jensen, and Micah.
“Fucking seriously?” Sarah mumbles, turning down the music and harshly tapping at the screen of her GPS. “This thing is such a piece of shit.”
“I can use my phone instead,” I offer, holding back laughter.
“Got it,” she declares, making a sharp right turn as I grip the dashboard, bracing myself. “Can you hand me my cigarettes?”
Shuffling through her messy purse, I eventually come across them. “You really have to organize this thing,” I babble, handing it to her.
Ripping the pack from my grasp, she rolls her eyes. “Oh, Quinn. Nothing in my life is ever organized. You know that.” She sighs, placing a cigarette between her lips. “Lighter?”
Going through her bag once more, I dramatically hand her the lighter. “Anything else?”
“Yeah,” she replies, angrily tapping at the GPS once more. “Find me a guy to hook up with tonight.”
“I thought you were talking to Asa?”
She snorts, irritated. “Asshole,” she states, rolling down the window before lighting her cigarette. “Just like usual. They all turn out to be assholes. Men suck.”
Not mine.
Raising my eyebrows, I turn my head, gazing out the window. “That sucks. I’m sorry.”
“It’s whatever,” she carelessly says, before growling in frustration. “Okay. Seriously? This thing sucks. I have no idea where I’m going.”
Pulling out my phone and glancing down at the screen, I smile bright, quickly opening our group text.
Jensen
We’re running a little late princess
Micah
What are you wearing?
