Page 79 of Breathe Like Hell

Wait for me.

Yes, I’ll wait for you.

He tugged his boxers down in the front to free his cock and I sucked in a quick breath, my belly quivering. The heat that traced along the underside of my skin was becoming unbearable. I needed to touch him.

His hand wrapped around his length and he began slowly stroking himself while he knelt between my legs, staring down at me like some sort of angry god. I kept my eyes locked on his face, so when his gaze rose to mine, I felt it.

There wasn’t a second to think before he was bending forward, pressing his mouth to mine, working my yielding lips open with his tongue.

I moaned into the kiss, arching up until I could feel his bare chest against my tits.

I missed you. I miss you. I miss you more than I can even say.

I need you.

Micah had become such a safe place for me, even if he was dangerous. He protected me from everything else. Sometimes it felt like any problem I had could be fixed by him if only I was willing to let him help me, and I wasn’t sure I’d ever had that sort of security from another person before.

I gasped when I felt his dick between my legs.

He rubbed the head of his cock along my pussy, brushing over my clit again and again, groaning low. He pushed at my entrance, just barely, just enough to make my stomach flip with anticipation. Just enough to drive me crazy.

Then he moved away again, denying me.

He kept shaking his head, like he was angry at himself for giving me as much as he was, but he never stopped. The way he was devouring my mouth made me dizzy, his hunger making me drunk.

Please, please, please, please.

The thought of his aroused cock inside of me was working me up so badly I teetered on the edge of complete insanity. I thought about how big and thick and hard he would feel as he penetrated me, thought of him orgasming inside me, cum dripping out between my thighs after he’d thoroughly worn me out.

I wanted him to use my body until he was satisfied.

As often as he wanted. As hard as he wanted.

“Fuck,” he groaned, low and rough, breathing raggedly against my mouth. “Fuck.”

He leaned back to kneel between my legs, quickening his strokes.

I arched my back, pushing my tits up, staring at him looming over me like I was in a trance. I was hypnotized by the flex of his arm, by the sight of his hand gliding up and down his shaft. Mindless with need.

“You want my cum?” he panted, his arm moving faster.

“Yes,” I whimpered. “Please.”

“All of it? All over you?”

I nodded and nodded and nodded, chest heaving.

“All over these perfect fucking tits?” Micah grabbed my breast with his free hand, squeezing me hard, massaging my flesh. He bent forward and quickly sucked one of my nipples into his mouth, wrapping his lips around it, flicking his tongue over the tip, sucking on it until I was moaning.

I was barely coherent. Completely and totally brainless.

“Well, that’s too fucking bad,” he murmured.

And before I even got a chance to process what he’d just said, he was dragging his undershirt over my body, laying it across my torso. Barely a second later, Micah came on the shirt, marking the cotton with his orgasm, and not a single drop of it went on my skin.

He looked down at me, down at the shirt covering my stomach, down at the cum all over it. My head was spinning.

Micah carefully lifted the t-shirt off me, bundling it up in a ball. “I’m going to wash this,” he said as he held it up. Then he stood up and left the room.