His words sent a shiver through me as he pulled me onto his lap. My arms circled his neck, and he nuzzled against my cheek, his scruff grazing my skin—a stark contrast to the clean-shaven look he had that morning.
"Are you convinced?" he asked, his lips brushing against my ear.
"Convinced of what?" I whispered back.
"That you should stay with me tonight," he said, his voice dropping to a near growl.
"Michael," I sighed, "I can't just ditch my friends."
He groaned in frustration, his breath hot against my neck. "If you must." His hands slid possessively down my back. "At least I can enjoy you for a few hours."
I bit my lip, heart racing as I felt his grip tighten. "You always want more, don’t you?"
He chuckled low in his throat. "When it comes to you? Always."
CHAPTER 16
The moment we stepped into Michael’s apartment; we barely made it to the bedroom. His hands were all over me, lifting me effortlessly into his arms. He carried me down the hallway, our lips never quite parting, before gently setting me down near his bed. I wobbled on my feet, breathless and already feeling the heat between us.
“Strip,” he ordered, his voice low, commanding, as he began to undress himself, one slow movement at a time. My heart hammered in my chest, and I watched him, mesmerized. Even after all this time, the sight of him still made my mouth go dry.
I hesitated for a second, eyeing his erection straining through his boxer briefs. “How can you stand it?” I gestured toward the obvious tension in his pants.
“It’s not easy,” he growled, that signature smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “But you’re worth the wait.”
I quirked a brow. “I’m flattered.”
I hadn’t stripped fast enough for his liking, and Michael quickly closed the distance between us. His fingers moved with practiced ease, unbuttoning my blouse as I reached down, brushing my hand over the bulge in his briefs. He groaned, his gaze locking onto mine, heated and full of intent.
“Were you serious about oral?” I asked, teasingly, my fingers stroking along his heavy shaft.
“If that’s what you want,” he said, his voice thick with lust. “Why?”
“Because I want to suck you off,” I purred.
His eyes darkened. “I have no objection to that, but first—” He slid the last button free and tugged my blouse off. “—I want you naked.”
The cool air kissed my skin as he finished undressing me, leaving me bare under his heated gaze. Slowly, deliberately, I dropped to my knees, eyes never leaving his.
“No,” he said firmly. “On the bed.”
I raised an eyebrow, testing him. “You like ordering me around, don’t you?”
“I told you I can be dominant at times,” he replied, guiding me to the edge of the bed.
“But I’m not submissive,” I countered.
A slow, knowing grin spread across his face as he leaned in, brushing his lips against my ear. “In some ways, you are. You just don’t realize it.”
I opened my mouth to protest, but the way he pulled me onto the bed made me realize he wasn’t entirely wrong. I settled back against the pillows, watching as he climbed up, his back against the headboard, his cock hard and pressing against his stomach. The head was already slick with precum, glistening under the dim light.
My mouth watered. Without another word, I slipped between his legs, wrapping my hand around the base of his cock. The weight of it in my hand sent a thrill through me as I leaned down and let my tongue flick across the head, tasting the salty fluid there. I moaned softly, licking again, this time letting my lips wrap around him.
Michael groaned deeply, threading his fingers into my hair, guiding me as I took him deeper. “That’s it, baby,” he growled. “Suck me.”
I hollowed my cheeks, bobbing my head up and down his shaft, pacing it with the twist of my hand. I wanted to see him unravel, to feel the control slip from his grasp. For once, he was the one at my mercy. I could feel his breath hitching, his body tensing as I fondled his balls with my free hand, massaging that sensitive spot behind them.
“Shit, that feels so good,” he groaned, his voice strained.