Page 41 of The Secret
But Jesus, I wanted him. Ineededhis hands on me. If he walked away right now, I wasn’t sure I could survive that either. So I picked the lesser of two evils and whispered, “Your way.”
Micah huffed out a breath. “Damn straight.” He brought my wrists down to pin them on either side of my waist. “Don’t move unless I tell you to.”
I leaned my head back against the refrigerator and watched through half-lidded eyes as he sank to his knees in front of me.
Oh mother of God.
He unbuttoned my shorts in record time, helped me kick off my shoes and socks, and stripped down my pants and briefs. I had this one second where I thought this would be exactly as fast and simple as I wanted it to be. But the second I was naked from the waist down, he stopped again.
“Oh, Con,” he breathed, staring at my erection like it was a work of art as he ran his hands up the front of my thighs. “Christ.”
He braced his hands on my hips and looked up at me, green eyes dark withwanting. I had to swallow hard.
I was no stranger to blowjobs, giving or receiving. And not to be crass, or whatever, but it would take more than my fingers and toes to count the number of people I’d had staring up at me while they sucked my dick over the years. Every person had a different technique, some were better than others, but there wasn’t a single one I could reallyremember. They’d all sort of blurred together.
But having Micah on his knees, staring at me in that reverent, intense way? This was the best blowjob of my life and his mouth hadn’t hit my cock yet.
He gripped the base of my erection and stroked it once with exactly the right amount of pressure. That, justthat, and I let out a long moan and leaned heavily against the door. He chuckled.
“God, you’re so responsive.”
“Not living up to your fantasies?”
Micah hummed, neither agreement nor disagreement. “You’re assuming I’ve let myself have fantasies?” Micah licked at the crease where my leg met my torso.
“Hunh-unh.”
“Because if I did, I wouldn’t have been able to work with you. I wouldn’t have been able to stand across from you at the farmer’s market every week and pretend I didn’t see you.” He pushed my thighs farther apart and caressed my balls with his free hand while he whispered his words into my skin. “How’d you put it before? I’d have pushed you down on my table, right on those fucking potted daisies, and taken you in front of the whole town.”
My head fell back tothunkagainst the door and I felt my dickpulsein Micah’s hand. I didn’t think that had ever happened before.
“But this is so much better, isn’t it, Con? Now I can take you apart piece by piece, and no one will see it but me.” He flicked his tongue over the tip of my cock.
“Oh my God,” I breathed.
Micah chuckled again, his breath ghosting over my skin. “Look at me, Constantine. Watch me.”
He waited until my eyes met his, until our gazes caught and held, then he licked a stripe up the length and swirled around the head.
“And you saymymouth is indecent,” I croaked. “Shit, Micah.” My palms flexed against the door, needing something to grip onto. Grinning, Micah picked up one of my hands and moved it to his head, forcing my fingers to close over his hair, like he could read my fucking mind. Like he reallydidknow what I needed.
Nope. I definitely wasn’t gonna survive this.
Micah sucked the head inside his mouth and thenhewas the one moaning as he swirled his tongue around it, like he’d been teasinghimselffor ten minutes instead of me. I clenched my hands more tightly in his hair and his eyes blazed with approval, so I moved my hips just a little and then a little more, loving the sounds he made and the way his fingers were leaving bruises on my hipbones.
“That’s it,” he said hoarsely, pulling off with a wet, popping sound that echoed in the otherwise silent room. “Give it to me. Hard as you want. Because you know I can take it.”
Fuck.Fuck.Thatwas exactly what I needed. And exactly what I wanted, too.
I nodded and Micah grinned up at me, fierce andproud, and I understood that there was no place else he wanted to be right then, no one else he was imagining in my place. This, right now, was for mespecifically. Forhim and mespecifically.
I tried to be gentle as I guided his mouth back to my cock, respectful of this gift he was offering me. But when he parted his lips and looked up at me again, when the warmth of his breath hit the skin he’d already dampened with his tongue, gentle ceased to be an option. I wanted to take, and own, andmark.
That wasmydick leaving a sticky trail of precum against his stubbled chin.Mewho was going to own that mouth.Mewho was gonna mess him up.MeMicah had gotten on his knees for.Mehe didn’t want to be gentle.Mewho was going to lose my mind.
Mehe was provoking, as surely and deliberately as I’d ever provoked him.
He sucked me all the way to the back of his throat with a grunt, and I gripped his hair with two hands because it felt so fucking good, the sensation ricocheted up my spine and down my legs. I thrust into his mouth over and over again, faster and faster, and Micah loved it, his eyes telegraphing that he was every bit in control here, no matter who was on their knees for whom. He was giving me this because he wanted me to have it.
