Page 94 of Shut Up and Score
Heat flares in my cheeks, shame and arousal tangling until I can barely breathe. My fingers curl in his shirt like I’m drowning. “M-Micah?—”
“Say it,” he orders, eyes dark and commanding. “Tell me who’s got you all worked up. Who you dream about when you’re stroking that pretty cock.”
“You—” My voice breaks on a moan as he grinds down against me. “You, Micah. It’s always been you.”
His answering groan vibrates through my chest. He drops his mouth to my neck, teeth scraping over sensitive skin, and I swear I’m seconds from coming apart, every thrust of my hips a plea I can’t put into words.
Micah’s weight pins me to the mattress, his thigh perfectly wedged against me. I can’t stop moving, can’t stop chasing the friction as if I’m starving for it. My breath comes in ragged gasps, and every drag of my cock against my shorts feels like fire.
“That’s it,” Micah growls, voice low and rough in my ear. “Grind for me. Let me see how desperate you are.”
I whimper, the sound humiliating and perfect, and Micah likes it—his fingers digging bruises into my hips as he guides me faster. His scruff scrapes against my jaw and throat as he nips and licks, and the sharp burn of it sets me off. It’s more. Raw. Real. As if he’s erasing every lie I ever told myself about what I wanted.
“God, Colton,” he mutters, voice full of lust. “Two years I dreamed about this. About having you like this. Squirming under me. Begging without even knowing you’re doing it.”
I arch, thighs shaking, a helpless noise tearing out of me. “Micah, I—I can’t?—”
“Yes, you can. You’re gonna come for me like the perfect little slut you are. Rub that pretty cock against me. Make a mess for me, Colton. Show me you belong to me.”
The words shatter something in me. My hands fist in his shirt, and I rut shamelessly against his thigh, the fabric of myshorts way past damp and fully into the soaked category, clinging even before my release. My whole body tightens, heat coiling low and fast.
“Micah—fuuuccck?—”
He bites my shoulder, hard enough to leave a mark. “Come. Now.”
The command rips through me, and I break. Pleasure detonates in my gut, ripping a raw groan from my throat as I jerk against him, spilling hot and wet into my shorts. My body trembles with the force of it, every nerve singing, every inch of me exposed.
Micah doesn’t let up. He rides me through it, watching my face with a dark, satisfied hunger that makes my chest ache. His thigh is damp with the evidence of what he’s done to me, and my cock twitches helplessly against the mess in my shorts.
When I finally sag against the bed, boneless and satiated, he leans down, his lips ghosting over my ear.
“Good boy,” he murmurs, smug and possessive. “But I’m not done with you yet.”
Micah shifts above me, one knee on either side of my ribs, caging me in. I sink back into the mattress, every nerve alive and screaming for him. My shorts are still damp from where I’d already made a mess, but nothing compares to the sight of him popping the button on his jeans, and pushing them down. Then he sheds his hoodie and shirt, his whole chest on display.
My breath catches.
The heavy, thick length of him springs free, and my eyes go wide—not just from the size, but the gleam of silver at the head. A barbell piercing flashes in the low hotel light, a tiny,devastating detail that shoots straight to my cock. It's so much larger in person and up close.
“Like what you see?” he purrs. He wraps a hand around himself, giving a slow stroke, the piercing catching my attention with every movement. “Bet you’ve never had one like this before.”
I shake my head, throat tight. I can’t look away. He knows I haven't.
“Then get ready to suck it,” he says, leaning down until his cock brushes my lips, leaving a streak of pre-cum across them. My hips twitch helplessly as the blood starts to rush back to my own shaft.
Micah’s fingers curl in my hair, tilting my head just right. “Open up, pretty boy. Let me fuck that mouth while you lie there and take it.”
I obey without thinking, lips parting, and he presses forward. The piercing is the first thing I feel—cool metal against my tongue—before the heat and weight of him fills my mouth. My eyes flutter closed, but Micah’s sharp voice cuts through.
“Uh-uh. Eyes on me. I want you to watch while I ruin you.”
I force them open, looking up at him, at the flex of his abs and the dark focus in his gaze. He starts to move his hips, the piercing dragging over my tongue in a way that makes me groan around him.
“Fuck, that’s good,” he grits out, voice breaking into a low growl. “Look at you—flat on your back, letting me use you like this. You love it, don’t you? You love my cock in your mouth.”
I hum helplessly, and his groan rumbles down to my bones. My owncock strains against my sticky shorts, desperate for relief again as he fucks my mouth from above, slow and controlled, the metal of his piercing making every stroke unforgettable.
“Yeah, that’s it,” he pants. “Take it all, Colton. God, I could watch you like this all night.”
