Page 40 of Totally Off Limits

“Yes, Mickey. I want you to fuck me.”

CHAPTER14

“That’s what I thought.” With one swift motion, he lifted her up so that her legs wrapped around him, causing her shoes to fall from her feet. As he placed his mouth on hers, he walked across the room carrying her, and she knew he could feel how wet she was against his flesh. When he got to the sectional, he set her down and she lay back, looking up at him, full of hope and desire. “You can have my cock, Sierra, but you don’t get my heart.”

Before she could protest, he sat next to her and kissed her hard. “Now turn around.”

“What?”

“Just do it.”

Although she didn’t know what he was going to do, she hadn’t been lying when she’d said she knew she could trust him. So she turned around and closed her eyes, feeling desirous but even a little scared about what he was going to do.

As she started to question what he meant by having his cock but not his heart, he pulled her dress up, revealing the tiny pair of black panties that were now soaked from desire. When he yanked them down, the elastic band tore at her flesh, leaving a stinging sensation behind, but as Mickey began running his hands up her inner thighs, she could focus on nothing but her need. As if to echo that yearning, her pussy started to throb, eager for him to fill her up—but after he spread her legs, he stopped touching her.

With her arms balanced on the back of the seat, Sierra turned her head, wondering what the hell he was doing. Had he gotten cold feet?

It was the exact opposite. Instead, Mickey had his jeans down and was rolling a condom over his thick erection. How had she forgotten how big he was? As she tried to assess his length, he said, “Turn around.”

She started to protest and then thought better of it. This man here was like someone else, like someone she didn’t know—maybe he was the hurt little boy she’d tended to as a child or the angry teenager she’d nursed after a fight outside the school.

Or maybe he was someone else entirely, a person she’d never really known.

Had she fooled herself?

As she sensed his moving close to her again, she nearly laughed.Nowhe was wearing a condom. Had he done that four years ago…

But, of course, she was guilty in that regard as well—just as she would be now, had he not put it on. She really should have been on birth control, but why bother when you never have sex?

Finally, Mickey was near enough that she could feel his body heat radiating next to her, reminding her that she was almost nude, even though the dress covered her top half. As he closed the gap, his steely cock pressed into her back. What the hell was that about? But as he slid his hand past her ass, he touched her, swirling his fingers in the slickness before kissing her bare neck. “You are so fucking hot. I just need to make sure you’re ready.”

“I am.” The words came out like a breath, as his touch made her all the more desperate for release.

As his cock made its way into her pussy, it filled her more than she’d expected and she gasped for air—but this was oh, so right, even if just for now. She tilted her pelvis to take him in even deeper as she moaned aloud, letting him know this was exactly what she wanted. As he pressed his mouth against her neck, she reached her hand to take in a fistful of his hair, suddenly wishing he could be even closer.

As he pumped inside her, slowly at first, her breathing began to increase, and she bit down on her lip to keep herself from making constant noises. Mickey noticed. “You can be loud, Sierra. There’s no one here but you and me.”

As if to punctuate his words, he snaked a hand down past her belly to touch her again, and as his finger slid through her slickness, Sierra sucked in a deep breath, still biting on her lip, so hard that she felt like she might break the skin. But something inside her refused to give Mickey the satisfaction of hearing what he was doing to her.

Try as she might, though, as his finger began to swirl against her clit, there was no denying how close she was. The pressure from his cock filling her coupled with attention he was giving that overly sensitive bundle of nerves got her close quickly. But she didn’t want it anymore. Something weird was passing between her and Mickey—and it wasn’t like their indiscretion years earlier. Yes, there was still that intense, undeniable attraction…but it felt like now Mickey resented her.

Closing herself off didn’t work, though, because one more stroke of his finger caused her to gasp—and that intake of air set off the spark inside her brain that quickly became a party. Wave after wave of intense pleasure overtook her, and she could no longer control what sounds came out of her mouth. Arching her back and neck, Sierra moaned in ecstasy, and Mickey slid his other hand from her waist to her nipple, fingering it through the dress as he kissed her neck, and that action multiplied the intensity of her reaction. Clamping against his finger, Sierra considered asking him to stop when he made a small noise against her neck and paused, slowing down.

He, too, was making small grunts that she could barely hear. Then he whispered “Fuck” before pulling out.

His absence left a tiny ache—not physical, but emotional—although she would never admit that out loud, especially after what he’d said earlier. Torn, she rested against the back of the sectional. Should she gather her things—and her dignity—and leave without a word? Or should they talk about what just happened?

Pulling her panties up her thighs, she could hear the sound of Mickey’s zipper, but she refused to turn around until she could ensure that her face would be neutral. Although the sex had been amazing, she felt dirty…and maybe this had ruined their friendship.

Just as she started to stand, though, she felt Mickey’s hands on her waist. Why? What was the point? What was he trying to do?

“I’m going to leave.”

“What are you in such a hurry for?” he asked, pulling her down to the seat so she was next to him—and he held her close, but her back was pressed against his chest. She allowed herself to soften against him, but she still felt guarded. “Is it because you got what you wanted?”

“No, that’s not it.” But was it? She felt guilty down to the core, wondering if Mickey had been right on some level. Maybe she simply viewed him as a convenient warm body, made all the more exciting because he was the one man she could never have. Did that mean she treated him like dirt without even realizing it?

“That’s not the way it looks from here.” Although Sierra wanted nothing more than to leave, she knew that bolting out the door right now would only prove his point—so she said nothing. “Tell me why you’re wearing that dress.”

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