Page 37 of Sweet Little Lies
My head rolls back with a groan. “That feels so good.”
“Mmm. Si, it does,” she responds, fisting my dick in her small hands.
When I tip my forehead back down, I’m overcome with gratefulness. I’d honestly never expected the gift of Mica in my bed. I’d hoped. I’d wanted. And here she is now, so perfect; her brown eyes sparkling with desire as she smiles up at me.
And then I snap. I can’t stand it any longer. I need to be inside her.
She lets out a surprised gasp when I push her hand off my cock and crowd her so she has to lay back on the bed. It takes some maneuvering and rearranging so we have the room on the bed, but then I’m there.
The head of my cock is at her entrance, ready to plunge inside her slick heat.
“You still okay with this?” I ask again, because that question has been burned into my head from every coach I’ve ever had since high school.
It’s a message that I’ve received from anyone who has had responsibility for their players to ensure their guys are accountable for their actions and don’t cross the line between consent. It’s even more prevalent in thisMe Toocultural shift.
I hold myself incredibly still, waiting for her acknowledgment before I can proceed.
When it comes in the form of the Spanish version of “yes,” I sigh in relief.
Kissing her endlessly, I line myself up between her folds, and push inside. I’m immediately met with resistance and I stop.
Mica’s face is tensed up in a tight expression.
“Am I hurting you?”
She shakes her head, hair falling around her face in black waves.
“No, I’m good. It’s just…you’re so big.”
I can’t help but crow with pride at this compliment. Granted, she is small and her frame so tiny, so it’s a very tight fit, and based on the fact that she’s only been with another guy, it’s going to take some manuevering.
I grin and lift my eyebrows. “Damn right, baby. I’m a big boy and you’re gonna feel me for days.”
She lifts her arms, the warmth of her hands sliding down the curve of my back to my ass causing ripples of desire to alight my body.
When she squeezes my ass cheeks, I bite her earlobe and she giggles. God, that sound is pure ecstasy.
“Just go slow for a second, okay? I’ll be fine.” She opens her legs wider for me.
My agreement comes in the form a painfully slow glide inside her wet pussy. It’s agonizing torture, but every hot inch sends jolting pleasure. My balls are already tight and pressed high, ready to burst.
I feel her walls loosen and give around me and when I finally bottom out, we both sigh in exquisite relief.
I’m so lost in this girl. She swallows me whole – all my darkness and my pain; all my good and my bad. All the rights and wrongs; my highs and my lows.
The arms she wraps me in are both a comfort and a curse becauseI know I’ll never feel this way for anyone else again. She has all of me and doesn’t even know it.
And I’m worried that I’m going to fuck it up even before it starts.
Because that’s what happens with me.
No matter how hard I try to hide the dark shit inside me – the mud that flows through my blood – it always finds a way to seep out and strangle any good in my life.
And I’m positive Mica will be no exception.
I need to remind myself that this is just sex. Friends with benefits. Nothing more or less.
But even as I tell myself this lie, I know it’s paper thin and lacks substance.
