Page 109 of Always Knew It Was You

Given how many times he’s teased me, I figure payback’s in order. I want to drive him crazy, the same way he’s driven me crazy all those times.

His eyes meet mine again and I can see the tortured look in them.

“Shh,” I say when he starts to make little protesting sounds and harsh rasps, his hips continuously pumping in the air in protest. “Patience.”

“Fuck, Carly,please.”

“I know. I’ll give it to you. But in my own time.”

I smile and trace my tongue around the base again and again, then follow a vein that climbs to the tip. I flick the underside of the tip with my tongue and he jerks like I shot him. His body is hypersensitive now and so is mine. My skin feels hot, urgency pulsing in my clit, but I don’t rush. Because I love seeing him like this. As much as I love the dominant side of him that makes me scream, I love this side too, the one that can accept vulnerability and be under someone else’s control for a bit.

It’s so fascinating how he can be both, but then again, I should have expected it. Micah’s a dichotomy in many ways: playful but surprisingly profound, sweet but also deadly.

And the more I learn about him, the more I like him. The more I...

I don’t finish that thought. Instead, I swallow his cock, letting his strangled groans elicit a wash of desire.

This is just for fun.I remind myself as I do it again, and enjoy his hungry shouts.Just for fun.

I don’t see Micah much the next day, by design. I have an important test in the afternoon, so I spend much of my time at the college library studying for it.

Micah tells me that he is hanging out with his elderly jailbird friends today–his words, not mine–and assures me that he’ll be fine without me.

That doesn’t stop him from texting me periodically though.

What kind of shoes do you wear when you’re going on a hike?He sends first.Because I’ve got my loafers and they look better than anything else, but I also don’t know if they’ll be comfortable enough. So I’m thinking maybe the ONS.

He sends me pictures of both shoes, one of them black classic sneakers, and the other tan loafers.

I smile.

They’re both great, but definitely not the tan ones. Plus, the other ones bring out your eyes.

Yeah, that’s what I thought,he says and I chuckle.

My laughter pauses when I realize.Wait, you’re going on a hike with Old Man Shoreton?

The response is almost instantaneous.Yeah? Why?

I wonder if I should warn him that Old Man Shoreton’s hikes are somewhat different from regular people’s. Perhaps I should mention that the man is a major nudist and likes to explore nature at his most natural state if you know what I mean.

But then I decide to leave that piece of news as a surprise.

Nothing, I respond.Have fun.

I’ll try. But it’s hard sometimes to have fun without you.

I roll my eyes at the cheesiness and then giggle at the smiley faces he tacks onto the end.

And then I try to focus on my reading again, running my calculations. But after thirty minutes, my phone beeps once more and I know it’s Micah without even looking at the text that pops up on my screen.

WHY AM I STARING AT A BUNCH OF ELDERLY SCHLONG RIGHT NOW??

I crack up then, laughing so hard that the woman at the next table throws me a dirty look.

“Sorry,” I say to her and text Micah an apology too.My bad. I should have warned you.

I mean, it’s fine,he texts back.I’m not judgmental, it’s just… wow, they really let it all hang out.

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