Page 58 of Never Been Shipped

“I want to touch you everywhere,” she said, running her hands up his calves, his thighs, the jut of his hip bones. She touched him everywhere but his dick, at least with her hands. Her eyes were greedier, unable to look away from the evidence of how turned on he was by her touch.

“Micah—” he said, his voice a little choked as she deliberately let her breasts brush his knees, the insides of his thighs.

And then she took him in her mouth, and he let out a hiss, his hands sliding into her hair. She’d left it down for once, andhe gathered it into a ponytail in his fist, tugging slightly to get her to look up at him.

“You don’t have to,” he started to say, but she moaned, knowing he felt the vibration from the way his dick pulsed in her mouth. She knew she didn’thaveto do anything. She wanted to. Fuck, did she want to.

She took him deeper, sucking and licking until she grasped the base of him with her hand, slapping his dick against her tongue.

“God, that feels so good,” he said, his hands still in her hair, his thighs braced so tense around her that she thought he might explode in her mouth at any second. “You’re so fucking good.”

She felt his words like a heartbeat between her legs, the strength of it taking her by surprise. She’d known about her pain thing, knew she liked it when it hurt. She hadn’t thought praise would do anything for her, that she could like it nice as well as mean.

She’d found her rhythm, was so intent on what she was doing that she flinched a little when she felt his fingers gentle on the back of her neck.

“You’ve gotta—” He twitched under her as she snaked out her tongue for one final lick. “If you want everything, you’ve gotta give me a chance here, Micah.”

She couldn’t help her smug smile. “I have you right where I want you.”

“You do,” he said, dragging his thumb along her wet, swollen lower lip, and suddenly she wasn’t smiling anymore. “I promise you do. It’s not a competition, but you’re winning. I surrender.”

She liked seeing her effect on John, liked knowing all theways she got under his skin. But she knew that he deserved to know all the ways he got under hers, too, that maybe they could’ve figured this out much earlier if she hadn’t always felt the need to hide behind her own bravado.

“I’ve been dreaming of having you inside me,” she said. “Ever since I woke up in your bed the other morning.”

She’d dreamed of being with John like this before then, but it had always been in a more distant way, like she couldn’t actually think too hard about what it would be like or else she’d rewire her brain permanently, maybe ruinously. It’d be a way he would grunt while he was helping Steve carry his drum kit, and she’d think,I wonder if that’s the sound he’d make when…Or the way he’d put his pick between his teeth and she’d think,That mouth could…The way he’d been the few times she’d seen him with a girlfriend, and she’d feel a flush of jealousy, a sudden impulse to sayMine, even when she knew she had no right to say that. She’d always had rationalizations to help explain away those feelings, or talk herself out of them, but she was done with that. She’d given herself over to it all, and itdidfeel so good.

She shivered, and John reached down to grab his hoodie, draping it over her shoulders. Her reaction had been more about the sudden overwhelm of the situation—them, together like this—than the cold, but she accepted the hoodie anyway, sliding her arms into the sleeves.

He grasped the front of the hoodie to pull her up toward him, pressing a hard kiss to her mouth. “I don’t have any condoms,” he said. “I thought about buying some, actually, while I was gathering up all the gear, but—yeah, I didn’t want to be presumptuous.”

“Ilovewhen you’re presumptuous,” Micah said. “For the record. But I have an IUD, and I get tested regularly, just to make sure, so…I mean, I’m okay not using one, if you are.”

“The last time I got tested was over a year ago,” John said. “But I also haven’t—it’s been a long time. Longer than that.”

Micah swallowed any comment she might’ve made to that revelation when she saw the look on John’s face. He seemed mildly embarrassed, or shy maybe, like that information had been hard for him to share. But she didn’t want him to be embarrassed about anything. He hadn’t held any of her past against her, and she certainly didn’t intend to hold any of his against him. She stretched to kiss him, opening up to let his tongue invade her mouth. She almost bit down on his lower lip, before she felt the bump there with her tongue and remembered to be careful.

“Let me fuck you,” she said against his mouth. “I want it so bad.”

John’s hands tightened where he held her around her rib cage, his fingertips just brushing the underside of her breasts. He lifted her onto his lap, his thumbs now shifting to rub her nipples in rough circles that made her have to bite her own lip to stop from crying out.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted it,” he said.

She was already so wet, and he was still slick with her spit, so it was easy to slide right down onto his dick until she was completely filled with him. She’d always thought descriptions of your eyes rolling back in your head were a little melodramatic, but that was how she felt, sinking down on him like that. Like she’d suddenly lost any control over her body, her facial expressions, anything except for the sensation of what it felt to havehim inside her. He shifted so she sat a little deeper on him, her legs hooked around the back of the chair, and her breath hitched. She could feel him all the way in her stomach.

She opened her eyes to see him watching her, his eyes hooded, his own breath coming sharp and shallow.

“Is this weird?” she whispered. “In a good way.”

The corner of his mouth lifted, and it did something to her heart, to see him smile at her like that while their bodies were joined so intimately.

“In thebestpossible way,” he said.

Chapter

Twenty-Five

When Micah startedmoving on him, John thought he might actually die. It was all too overwhelming—the feeling of being buried deep inside her, the way she looked wearing only his black hoodie, unzipped and gaping open to show her breasts bouncing every time he thrust up into her. He gripped her hips so hard he worried he was hurting her, and he removed his hands only to have her lift them and put them right back where they were.

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