Page 56 of Totally Off Limits

Meanwhile, Sierra was ready for him to have his way with her and she planned to help. Gliding her fingers down his hard body, she stopped at the waistband of his jeans. Remembering how he’d seemed bunched up and uncomfortable, she went straight for the zipper, hoping he’d begin to feel as loose and free as she now did.

As she touched his bare cock, he let out a groan but lifted his body. “Hold on, babe.”

“Fuck me, Mickey. I want you to—”

His eyes were smoldering, the pupils gobbling up his already dark irises, and she hoped her own eyes spoke of the desperate feeling growing inside her heart. With what looked almost like a grin forming on his face, he shook his head ever so slightly.

But his words made her shiver.

“My cock is so fucking hungry for you, but it can wait.”

What did he mean?

“You first.”

In a split second, he gazed upon her as if she were a work of art displayed in the Louvre, as if she were something to be revered, worshipped. And she wanted to argue with him that she wasn’t, but it was like he knew what was inside her, because he placed an index finger on her lips. Straddling her, he began undoing her jeans with his other hand, but she could tell it was awkward. Sucking his finger into her mouth, she ran her tongue on it as if it were his dick inside, and the way his eyes narrowed and he bit down told her he was wishing it.

But he pulled his finger out her mouth and then was able to make short work of her jeans. Sliding down the bed, he pulled them down her legs. “Goddamn, Sierra. You could be a bra-and-panty model.” His words made her laugh as she got ready to protest. “Trust me. I fucked my hand to some of the best—and you’d be right up there with them.”

Now she laughed in earnest, and it felt like relief as she anticipated what was to come. Her pussy, desperately yearning for him, clenched against its slick self.

“And I almost hate to take you out of those panties, you look so perfect.”

“You could—”

Again, he stuck his finger against her lips, and she felt that anger from earlier poking up its head, irritated that he was shutting her up, so she sucked it into her mouth again. She had power that way, and she knew it. His eyes said it as she drew it in against her tongue, massaging it against her palate. With his other hand, he tried pulling her panties down, but they were snug, and lying on the bed didn’t help. But he pulled his finger out of her mouth and slid it underneath the panties, going straight for the area that hadn’t stopped beating like a drum since they’d started. “Holy fuck, woman.” Sucking air in through his teeth, he swirled his finger against her clit, making her moan as she pushed her head backward into the pillow.

And then he stopped. Biting down on her lip to stop herself from being demanding like earlier, she opened her eyes as Mickey took both sides of those dainty panties in his hands and pulled them off her hips and down her legs—and Sierra was pretty sure he was taking his time on purpose.

To keep herself quiet and undemanding, she grabbed the blanket in her fists and ground her teeth—all while trying to not look angry or desperate.

When Mickey pulled the panties gently off her feet, he held them up by one finger as if examining them. Then he tossed them to the floor. “Those things are beautiful, but not nearly as beautiful as the pussy underneath them.” Lifting one of her feet, he kissed it at the ankle—and her pussy clenched as if it were directly connected to the flesh his lips had just grazed. She bit down so hard on her lip, she feared she was going to make it bleed. But then he slid his hands up both her legs slowly, and it was as if he were setting her flesh on fire. Every inch was delicious torture, and Sierra forced herself to concentrate on breathing slowly so she didn’t rip him apart when he got closer to her face again.

As his hands neared the top of her thighs, he kissed her belly and then dotted a trail up her body with his lips; meanwhile, she felt his hands as they spread her legs farther apart. By the time Mickey’s mouth had enveloped a nipple, his fingers had found her clit. At first, he simply grazed it, and that was enough to send jolts of electricity throughout her body in anticipation. But then he increased the pressure, causing her to let all the air out of her lungs as all her focus moved to that area. Even her brain felt like it was tensing up in expectation of release.

As Mickey’s mouth left her nipple, it cooled, and its rigidity almost hurt. Her entire body felt that way, needing to let go of more than she even knew. It was difficult paying any attention to how Mickey’s lips were drifting up past her sensitive collarbone, touching her neck before moving up her chin and kissing her hard. He was a damn good kisser, something Sierra had discovered the night Mia had been conceived, but she couldn’t appreciate it like she normally did because his attention to her clit was distracting her from all else.

And as her muscles grew more taut, she got closer to the ultimate pleasure.

Sierra was losing control of herself, no longer able to respond to Mickey’s kisses as everything in her was focused on that bundle of nerves between her legs. But she was unable to ignore his words. “Goddamn, Sierra. It’s so easy to make you come.”

A scowl formed on her face. “That’s not true. I—”

Her body, however, betrayed her as a wave of intense bliss shot through her veins like a cannon. Unable to stop it, her words turned to groans of pleasure as her eyes clamped closed. And if it hadn’t felt so fucking good, she would have been pissed that Mickey had not only been right but had proved his point so expertly.

How the hell had he known she was on the verge?

Wave after wave of delight washed over her, matching the rhythm of Mickey’s fingers. There was no denying he was driving her car.

As he pressed his mouth to her ear, he spoke, his warm breath ensuring her fire remained ignited. “Are you ready for me?”

“I’ve been dying for you.”

Something in Mickey’s eyes changed, but as he pulled his wallet out of the back pocket of his jeans and fetched out a condom, she couldn’t look in them long enough to figure out what it was. For just a moment, she thought he should have done that the first time they’d been together—and she immediately regretted the thought. Mia was the most important, most loved person in her life…of herentirelife, and had Mickey donned a condom, that beautiful, wonderful girl wouldn’t be here.

Quickly, Mickey guided himself inside her before she could think anything else—but when he made eye contact again, it was almost as if his face was behind a filter. What was he thinking? But then he closed his eyes and, as he moved slowly inside her, Sierra felt the twinge of another orgasm sneaking up on her.

“Jesus Christ. You feel like you were made for me.” Before Sierra could process what he even meant, he added, “Or I was made for you.”