Page 3 of Breathe Like Hell

My breathing turned shaky, every inch of me buzzing with sick anticipation.

Then Micah shoved his hand straight down my shorts without an ounce of hesitation, making my eyes roll.

“Jesus,” he mumbled, wrapping his strong grip around my bare cock.

“Jesus? You sound so human,” I managed to grit out through the heat clawing at my throat.

“And you sound desperate.” He stroked me base to tip, rubbing his thumb through the precum beaded on my slit.

“Do I feel big?” I panted, trying not to thrust into his large hand, inhaling his suffocating kapnos to the depths of my lungs. I pushed my hand down between us to squeeze his balls, relishing in the way his breath caught, just for an instant. “Huh? You loved asking her that, didn’t you?”

“Loved watching you obey me so willingly, too.”

“And watching me hit her,” I added, to which he yanked his hand out of my shorts and hit me across the face so hard I almost couldn’t breathe for a second. I turned to look at him, cheek burning, heart pumping, my dick harder than ever.

“Quit talking about her or I’ll give you something better to do with your mouth.”

Electricity skittered through my veins, and I punched him square in the jaw. He was quick to retaliate, stealing my sight for the instant it took him to slam his fist into my nose. My eyes watered with the impact, but I wasn’t deterred, despite the blood starting to trickle down my face.

I liked it. Obviously.

I tackled him to the ground, his skull crashing into the baseboard on the other side of the hall and my shoulder slamming into the leg of a decorative fucking table, cracking the wood. This area of the house was too damn small for both of us. It was starting to look like a war zone with all the glass and blood, the cracked plaster, the broken table.

All the ways I’d subtly been destroying Micah’s house over the past few weeks felt meaningful in a way. Splintered frames, shattered teaching awards, scratched leather, broken tables and lamps. Slowly, I’d put my mark right back on the life he’d tried to build without me.

Fuck him.

I laid on top of him, pinning his arms to the floor, leaning down to sink my teeth into his lower lip. My hips settled between his thighs and I didn’t even try to stop myself from grinding into him again, craving every inch of contact I could get. Blood from my nose dripped onto his upper lip, rolling down his cheek, along his sharp jaw.

“Open,” I taunted as I lifted my head, tightening my grip on his wrists.

He didn’t.

So I spit on his fucking face.

Micah had me on my back before I could even blink, his mouth running over mine.

“Don’t do that shit,” he warned hoarsely, lips barely skimming my own when he spoke. There were a few shards of glass embedded in his triceps I could see, along with the flow of his blood down to his elbows.

Blood on his arms, dripping, running down his warm skin to his palms…

Micah angled his head lower, moving down to lick my neck, to suck my skin into his mouth. Chills raced across my body, contrasting the unbearable heat rolling through my veins. I’d been craving this feeling for enough years that I’d do anything to get it back. This mindless, boundless, infuriating addiction I had to his body. I wanted to make him come. Feel him come.

He backed up, getting on his knees, hooking his thumbs in the waistband of his shorts. His cold blue eyes locked onto mine.

I reached down to grab my cock, palming it over my shorts, watching him over me as my chest heaved. He smelled so ridiculously good it was clouding my entire brain, suffocating all my thoughts, making me even more mindless than I wanted to be.

But I just inhaled deeper, feeling my cock throbbing with every breath, getting the sensation only he gave me. The one that almost made me feel like I could come from smelling his kapnos alone.

As much as I wish I didn’t, I fucking missed this.

He was breathing hard, sweat shining on his face and neck, his stare simmering low and dark.

Do it.

Fucking do it.

He pushed his shorts halfway down his thighs, jerking his head at me to get me to push my own shorts down. I did, my whole body going taut with the sort of brutal lust that shredded every rational thought as I stared at his thick cock.