Page 62 of Inevitable

The first few days after the hospital were spent trying to keep Micah from going stir-crazy. His professors had given him the all clear to stay out of class for a few days to rest and recuperate, so I of course took advantage of the promise of uninterrupted time together andtook a few days off too. We never had problems with keeping ourselves entertained, but that came with years of deep friendship.

We played board games and Micah proved that his competitiveness far exceeded my own. Plus he took Monopoly way too seriously. We read books while curled up together on the couch. Micah talked my ear off about his psychology classes, captivating and fascinating me as he always did. We did a couple of puzzles that I got bored with halfway through, and spent good chunks of the time studying the slope of Micah's nose, the sweep of his long lashes, and the soft pout of his bottom lip. My hands were vibrating from the need to touch him, to make him officially mine, but I kept my hands to myself since I was unwilling to mess with his recovery. He was decidedly not a fan.

One new thing I had learned about my “bestie-boyfriend”, as Micah had newly minted me, was that he played dirty. By day four, Micah had taken to stripping off his shirt at random times, ostensibly because it was too warm in the apartment. He would bend over and stick out his pert ass any chance he could find, so dramatic in his gestures that it made me laugh as much as it had me popping wood. He cuddled up so tight against me in bed that his thigh would drape over my cock, making it rock hard until I had to sneak off to relieve myself once he fell asleep. The tipping point for me was when I was cooking dinner for us Wednesday night and my little temptress did everything in his power to distract me.

Micah's hands would roam my back and hips when I was at the stove, he'd lean across me unnecessarily to reach for something, and he moaned seductively when taste testing for me. It made my blood boil and my teeth clench as I fought to keep control. When he wrapped his arms around me from behind in one of his favorite moves, he reached up to gently lick and nip at my earlobe. The second he sucked the sensitive flesh into his mouth, I was a fucking goner.

I ripped out of his arms, grasping his face with both hands and diving into his mouth. The moan he let out the instant our tongues connected sent fire spiraling through me. The kiss was desperate and messy as I slid my hands down his body, sneaking them under his thighs and lifting him into my arms. Micah secured himself to me as I walked him backwards to the island and set him down, standing between his legs.

I bit his plush bottom lip, pulling it into my mouth and suckling gently. The heels of his feet dug into my ass as he pulled me closer and he slipped his hands under my shirt to run them up my abs and chest. His touch set off an electric current that had me gasping into his open mouth. Every atom within me was electrified by the man before me,craving him on a cellular level.

“Jesus baby, you are such a fucking tease,” I groaned as he writhed against me, his hips seeking out friction against my jean-clad dick. “You know what happens to teases, M?”

Micah whimpered and clawed at my hair, almost feral in his attempts to mold our bodies together. “Bash, please…” he begged softly, his voice wrecked with need.

I grasped the hair at the back of his neck, pulling his head back gently to grant me access to his creamy throat. I licked a hot stripe from the bottom of his neck all the way to his ear, making him tremble in my hold. “They get punished, baby.”

I swear I felt his heart jump in his chest and heard him audibly swallow in both nerves and excitement. “H-how do they get punished?” Micah whispered, his body shaking and making blood shoot straight to my cock.

Instead of answering him, I pulled back and gave him a grin dripping with wicked intent, a sultry promise of things to come. He grunted in annoyance when I left him to go turn off the stove, figuring dinner could wait because I was only hungry for him now. I turned to face him and the clear, unadulterated lust I saw there had my heart clenching and my dick straining against my jeans. “Bedroom. Now.” I growled out. Micah was off the island and headed toward the bedroom in 2.5 seconds, and his enthusiasm almost made me laugh. He was so fucking adorable.

And all mine.

When I got to the bedroom, Micah was sitting on the edge of the bed looking at me through hooded eyes, waiting to see what was required of him.“Stand up,” I commanded softly, my voice hoarse with my own desperate need for him. He didn't hesitate. “Strip for me. Slowly…”

Micah's eyes flared slightly, the deep caramel irises being eclipsed by black pupils. His Adam's apple bobbed in his throat as he worked to swallow, just as on edge as I was. He leisurely pulled his shirt over his head, revealing his smooth chest with the dusky pink nipples that I wanted to suck on more than life. He smirked at me when he caught my gaze lingering there, and he unhurriedly worked the button and zipper of his own pants before lowering them to the ground in a slow descent that had me fighting to hold back. When he was in nothing but his boxers, he paused and teased me with his fingers hovering at the waistband, a challenge clear in his eyes.Mmm, my baby wants to play games…ask and you shall receive.

I remembered I needed to take it slow tonight because of hiscondition…but I could work with that. For someone who had never entertained the idea of sex with a guy before him, I was quickly becoming addicted to all the things I could do with Micah, all the ways I could make him come undone for me. I wanted all his kisses, his moans, and his orgasms to belong to me.

“Hands off, baby. Leave them on,” I rasped. Confusion colored his face for a second, but he quickly lowered his hands and stood there like the good boy he was. I stalked over to him, taking notice of the increase in his breathing the closer I got. When I was a mere inch from him, I hooked a finger in his boxers and ran my finger along the edge, making him shudder from the featherlight touch. Without warning, I shoved him backwards on the bed with one hand, and he looked up at me with wide eyes. I tore off my shirt and shoved my jeans down fast, leaving me to match him in my boxer briefs. “Scoot up to the headboard, love,” I told him, my eyes never leaving his.

Micah scooted himself backwards until he was lying on the bed with his head nearly touching the wooden slats. Absently, I wondered how he'd feel about being tied up, to be completely at my mercy, but I wasn't willing to try it while he was recovering. We'd build up to that.

“Grab the headboard, baby. Keep a hold of it. If you let go, I'll stop,” I warned him, my eyebrow popping up as if to ask if he understood. He gulped again and nodded slowly, gripping the headboard slats firmly. I climbed onto the bed, slowly crawling up his lithe figure, coming to a stop above his chest. My tongue darted out to lash at a nipple, making him jerk from the touch. His breathing kicked up a notch and I again licked at the pink bud. I circled it with my tongue before sucking it into my mouth and biting gently. Micah yelped at the contact. I moved to his other one and took it between my teeth to tug at it just hard enough to blur the line of pain and pleasure. He keened softly, his arms flexing from the strain of holding onto the wood planks.

I licked and sucked small love bites on my way down his chest until my face was right above his cloth-covered cock. Training my gaze on his beautiful brown eyes, I lowered to give a hot, open mouthed kiss to his dick, feeling it twitch under the fabric. Micah stayed silent, harsh pants escaping as he watched me with unmasked desire. I licked him from root to tip and when I blew a cold breath against the warm, wet strip on his underwear, his hips bucked beneath me.

“Bash!” he gasped out, but I shushed him gently. My fingers found the band of his boxers and started peeling them down and off of him. His dick looked angry and swollen, leaking precum at the tip and looking sinfully delicious. Memories of his taste flooded my mind and saliva pooled in my mouth.

I placed gentle, teasing kisses all along his shaft as he fought tokeep his hips from thrusting up to meet my mouth, his soft groans like a silky seduction in my ears. I pushed up to my knees and grabbed his calves, spreading his legs until his feet were planted on the mattress and he was open to me. I lifted a hand to Micah's mouth and pushed my index finger into his mouth. “Suck,” the word a quiet, cutting command. He moaned and closed his eyes as he swirled his tongue around my finger, making my dick throb in my pants. I pulled out after a few seconds, and brought the spit-wet finger down to his crease. His sucked in a sharp breath, his eyes alight with need.

I circled around his hole gently, coaxing the tight pucker to constrict and wink at me, and the sight nearly made me come unglued. I pushed a little harder, fighting the resistant ring of muscle until I was halfway in and Micah was moaning long and low under me. On the second pass, I had my finger buried up to the first knuckle and the feel of the snug, hot channel had my dick twitching with jealousy. I wanted more, to have as many fingers as I could stretching him to the point of madness, but I reminded myself what this was supposed to be. Slow, teasing punishment meant to gradually drag him over the edge.

“Bash, give me more,” Micah moaned, his knuckles white with tension on the wood slats behind him.Aww, my poor needy baby…

“I'm sorry, love, but you wanted to be a tease, so a tease is what you get,” I taunted sweetly, and the desperate arousal pouring from him was a tantalizing aroma. “Also you're still recovering…I can't give you too much, too soon,” I teasingly lamented. The groan he let off was one of pure frustration. I took the opportunity to twist my finger in him just enough to have him squirm, and when he let out another groan, I crooked my finger into the spongy button I knew would set him off.

Micah let out a sharp cry, his body arching into my touch. I lowered myself onto my stomach and brought my face close to his rigid length again. I flattened my tongue and ran it up the side as my finger rubbed lightly against his prostate at the same time. The sound he let out was animalistic. It had my neglected cock leaking.

Using the tip of my tongue, I flicked it back and forth just under the head of his dick against the secret flap of skin there while my finger continued its leisurely invasion. Micah thrashed under the attention, his moans gradually increasing in volume. I tilted my head to gain better access to dance circles across his frenulum with my tongue, and his cock pulsed out another thick strand of precum.

“Oh God, Bash, yes…” he hissed, but his left hand detached from the headboard and gripped the covers. In the next heartbeat, I removed my finger and pulled away from his dick.

“No!” Micah cried, grabbing my shoulder in a frantic plea for me to continue. I clicked my tongue, shaking my head slowly. “You let go ofthe headboard, baby. I told you what would happen,” I admonished. He whined pitifully, and grasped the slat again. I chuckled deeply, his obedience making me harder still. At an unhurried pace, I spit on my finger and gently shoved it back into his tight heat. He sighed out in pleasure, but then let out cry when I sucked the tip of his cock into my mouth, my tongue seeking out his taste from the slit.

He was wracked with a full body shiver, and I was elated to be the cause of such a beautiful reaction. My finger stroked in and out of him, hitting the tender bundle of nerves and eliciting a needy whimper from him. I released his cockhead and made lazy, firm figure-eights up and down his shaft with my tongue.

“Fucking hell, I need more…baby, it's not enough,” he pleaded, coming unhinged at the sensual, steady assault of my tongue and finger. I waited until he was writhing from my ministrations, and then I brushed over his prostate a little harder and sucked under the head of his cock simultaneously.

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