Page 103 of Save Me

My dick hasn’t gotten the message though. It’s hard and throbbing because now I’m picturing topping Micah. Picturing him spread out in front of me, letting me massage his asshole until he can’t see straight. Letting me finger him until he’s thrashing. Letting my dick slide into him all the way to the hilt…

My breathing has picked up again, like I’m trying to find any available oxygen. Because fuck, I want that. I want to top Micah Stevens.

Then the machine turns off, and Micah wipes my torso. “Done.” His voice sounds strangled. My heart takes off like I’ve just started a race, and I sit up.

Micah pulls out what looks like saran wrap and places it over the tattoo. I glance down at it and suck in a breath. It’s a beautiful sugar glider right where my old tattoo used to be. I can’t even see the old one anymore.

I like it. I really like it. But what I’d like more? Those hands back on me. I’d like to see Micah looking up at me while I play with his body, making him feel all kinds of things. I’d like to see the look in his eyes when he decides I’m in charge, the one when I wring nothing but pleasure out of him, and the one when I don’t stop even after he comes.

I breathe heavily and glance at Micah again to see he’s frozen, halfway through taking his gloves off, staring at me. His mouth opens, then shuts before he swallows hard.

What is he doing?

I glance at his groin. He’s also hard. Like, pitching a tent hard.

Fuck. I am too. We’re both there, staring at each other’s obvious boners. And yet, Micah waits. He waits, and his gaze flutters up to mine. Like he’s asking. Like he wants to be told what to do.

I hesitate, some old part of my brain taking over, but that part is overridden by the soft plea in Micah’s blue eyes.

“Come here,” I demand.

“Thank freak.” Micah rips his gloves off and launches himself at me. I meet him halfway, and our lips smash together. As soon as he’s there, his scent of bergamot and sandalwood hits me with a force. He kisses me, and I kiss him back, biting at his lips. Micah parts for my bites, letting me press his face into mine, and it makes my dick ache. I want him. I want him so fucking bad.

I twist, pulling Micah to the bed so he’s under me. He leans up, grabbing the back of my neck and pulling me down. I collapse on top of him, the sudden bite of pain from my tattoo sending a shiver through my body.

Micah grinds up into me, and the sensation lights me on fire. I need more. Need him. Not through the pants this time.

Ripping myself away from his kisses, I move toward his pelvis. Micah tries to follow me, but I put a hand on his chest and push him back down.

“Stay.”

With a shudder, he obeys, and it makes a shudder run through me as well.

I see the tent in his pants now too, and I hook my fingers into them, yanking them down. Micah lifts his hips to help, and there, in front of me, is that glorious dick I’ve been thinking about since seeing him in the shower. It bobs out of his underwear straight and proud, and I stare at it, mouth watering.

“Mads,” Micah whimpers as it throbs.

He wants this. Wants me to make him feel good. The heady sort of power that rushes through me lights my nerve endings on fire, and I pull his pants all the way off.

Micah’s exposed in front of me, his dick so hard it hits his stomach.

Micah sets both feet on the bed, opening himself up further, and now I can see his ass. His pretty ass that he’s just opened up to me, legs spread so I can see exactly what he’s offering to me.

For a second, all I can do is stare.

“Lube in the drawer,” Micah gasps.

I don’t want to look away. Micah’s hole pulses, and fuck if I don’t throb alongside it. In the nightstand drawer? I open it, and sure enough, next to the hotel Bible is a bottle of lube.

I snatch it up, and as I turn back around, fear hits me. Am I really going to do this? What if I do it wrong? What if I hurt him?

My face seems to be an open book to Micah because he says, “You’re not going to hurt me. Just go slow. And lots of lube.”

I suck in a breath. Why does it feel like Micah is topping me right now?

“Can I see you?” There’s a note of pleading in Micah’s voice. I look at him, and he’s staring at my crotch.

I raise my eyebrows. “What do you say?”