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I resolved to ask him about it later.
I needed to make sure he wasn’t self-harming.
Perhaps he needed me more than I thought.
The scars traced down his torso, and I glanced up at his face again for the briefest moment of confirmation before I pulled his pants down, exposing the V-shape of his muscles, guiding my fingers to where I wanted to touch him most.
“Aren’t I supposed to be undressing you?” Mike mumbled as his pants fell to his ankles, and I danced my fingers across his thighs. “Touching you?” His words were breathy, catching when I lightly traced my fingertips over his cock, smirking when it jumped at my attention.
“There’s plenty of time for that.”
The scars continued down his legs, and my heart squeezed in my chest at the pain he must have endured. Who could have done such a thing and why? I can’t imagine Mike doing something to deserve such treatment, although it was clear he felt he deserved nothing better.
Kicking his shoes off before stepping out of his pants, Mike grabbed my wrist. “Strip for me.” The breathy voice was gone, replaced with something stronger and more commanding. A shudder ran up my spine as I straightened, and when I didn’t move immediately, Mike’s grip on my wrist increased. “I said…strip.”
Nothing about him being naked diminished the power in his voice.
“I’m already half-naked,” I whispered.
His eyebrow arched, and a shadow of a smile played along his lips. “It’s not enough.”
Mike strode past me, looking back long enough only to make sure I was following before moving toward the bedroom. His steps were strong and purposeful, and I took the chance to admire him from behind—the shape of his shoulders and back, his slender waist and ass, those perfect thighs—none of it wasruinedby scars. Of course, I would take them away if I could, only because of the pain they represented and what he must have gone through to get them. But his body spoke of strength and resilience, and he moved with a grace I hadn’t noticed as prominently while he was in his suits.
When he turned and sat on the edge of his bed, his nakedness was on full display as his cock stood erect, making it impossible for me to hold his eye contact. There was an element of smugness to his face now which made me grin. Being naked and him seeing my reaction to his body brought a swagger to him that only enhanced the appeal of that power and hint of arrogance he displayed while conducting business.
“Strip,” he commanded again, and I glanced down, curling my toes against the cool floor and undoing my pants. They were the only item of clothing I had left on, and Mike’s smirk grew when he realized I wasn’t wearing any underwear. “Commando,” Mike commented.
I chuckled. “Always.”
His eyebrow quirked. “Good to know.”
Sliding my pants down, I stepped out of them and kicked them to the side as he had my shirt earlier.
“Lie down.” Mike slid to the side, opening up a space for me to move onto the bed.
The anticipation moved across my skin in slight trembles, and I did as instructed, laying on my back and watching his eyes as he moved over me, the heat from his body almost unbearable. When I lifted a hand to touch his chest again, desperate to feel the hardness of his muscles under my fingers and wanting to memorize every line and shape of his body, that ever-present fear lingered that he may close off from me again, and I wouldn’t get another chance.
But Mike grabbed my wrist, pushed my hand back against the pillow next to my head, and gave me a look that made it clear I was to remain as he had silently instructed.
“I want to touch you,” I said, and Mike smirked again.
“You’re not very good at taking orders.”
“You haven’t ordered me to do anything.”
He grabbed my other wrist, held me against the bed, and pinned me down like a predator. “Stay still. Don’t touch me unless I say so. Don’t move.”
His voice had deepened, darkened, and I sank into the pillows, slightly away from the power he was emanating. “Okay.”
He nodded stiffly before the smirk returned, and he lowered slightly, resting his weight on top of me and hovering his lips above mine. I pouted, trying to sneak a kiss from him, but all I felt was the curve of his lips as he smirked again and moved to run his tongue down my neck, causing me to arch against him. Mike traced his tongue down my body, flicked over my nipple, and dipped into my belly button before he kissed his way down the trail of fine hair from my stomach. I was writhing by this point, desperate to touch him, to grab his head and run my fingers through his hair. Mike gave me one more smirk before he dropped down, took my cock in his hot mouth, and made me cry out.
“Fuck!” As with our entrance to his apartment, there was no waiting, no taking it slow and working up. Mike immediately started moving his head up and down, taking my full length in his mouth before pulling back and tracing his tongue around the head. “Fuck, Mike…fuck, fuck, fuck.”
His chuckle was dark, and in one swift motion, he grabbed the back of my thighs, lifted and pushed so my knees bent back, and I was exposed to him. Mike ran his deliciously hot tongue over my hole, and I saw stars. He began to lick and tease before he pushed his tongue inside. I lost control then, reached out and tried to grab at his shoulders, whether to push him away or bring him closer, I wasn’t sure.
Dropping my hips, he tongued at my balls before he ran his tongue up the length of my cock again and sucked hard on the head.
Oh God, if I gave him even an ounce of the pleasure he was giving me, I’d be happy.
