Page 70 of Totally Off Limits

Until Mickey pulled his shirt over his head.

Sweet Jesus, the man was a sight. All of his tattoos seemed brighter yet darker in this well-lit environment, emphasizing just how incongruent he appeared in the wealthiest accommodations in Winchester.

It made him all the more desirable.

Because he was forbidden on some level?

Sierra wasn’t about to rationalize it anymore. Instead, she nearly crashed into him, pressing her lips into his as she felt her pussy grow warm and wet, aching to feel him again. After kissing her, Mickey pulled back a bit, tugging at the tank top to move it up her torso. “I’ve been dying to get you out of this shit all night.”

With an uncharacteristic giggle, she said, “It’s not like you’ve never seen me naked.”

“That makes it worse, babe…knowing what’s under there.”

Moving toward the tub, he pulled the glass door aside and turned the knob, causing a large flood of water to rush out of the faucet. Bending over further, Mickey loosened the laces on his boots and pulled them off, peeling his socks from his feet shortly after.

Meanwhile, Sierra kicked off her shoes and unbuttoned her shorts, overly eager to do something to Mickey she’d never done before. Hoping her face wouldn’t give her away, she pursued her lips as Mickey turned around again.

“Goddamn. I can barely stand it.” Grinding his jaw together, Mickey pulled the zipper down on his jeans. “But we can wait till I’m out. Let me wash the grime off.”

“I want to wash it off you.”

Mickey blinked several times, emphasizing his gorgeous long eyelashes. “I would be a fucking fool to say no.”

Score.

“But first, let me get you out of that bra and panties. They look so damned uncomfortable.”

Once more, Sierra couldn’t stop herself from tittering. How did Mickey have that effect on her? She’d gone from feeling apprehensive, almost sad that things were ending, and now she felt light and free.

And no longer out of place here, either.

Mickey’s cock was half erect as he approached her, and it was impossible to ignore. Sierra started to take it in her hands and he backed up. “Nope. Not yet. Me first.”

Pursing her lips again, Sierra raised her eyebrows, and she knew the amusement had to be showing in them. With a grin, Mickey got close again, sliding his hands around her back, causing shivers to dart up her bare flesh. Then, pressing his hands on her ass, he pushed her into his body and kissed her hard. His cock was difficult to miss as it ground itself into her belly, growing more rigid, and when he pulled back to gently slide her panties over her hips and down her legs, she couldn’t miss the wet spot of pre-cum on her belly.

God, she felt just as ready. Her pussy was doing the same thing, primed to feel him inside her again.

When her panties reached the floor, he wasted no time, his hands behind her back undoing the clasps of the bra. When the elastic loosened around her torso, she knew he’d achieved victory. Letting the bra fall to her feet, Mickey wound his hands around to cup her breasts, and she closed her eyes, biting her lower lip as he leaned over, licking one of the hardened nipples. Sierra curled her toes and, somehow, it helped her feel a little more in control.

But not nearly enough.

Then, too suddenly, he stopped touching her at all, turning back to the tub, moving the knob so that the water began spraying from above. He held his hand under the drops of water before adjusting the knob a bit more. Then, satisfied, he turned to Sierra, his eyes full of desire. “Ready?”

She could only nod her head as she took a few steps forward. Pulling her close, he fooled her, leaving just a tiny peck on the end of her nose. Then, reminiscent of when they walked off the elevator, he seemed to be holding the shower door back—but, instead, he was simply waiting for her to step inside first. Easing one foot in, she allowed the water to hit her toes.

It was perfect. Not too hot and not too cold.

But her body, inside and out, was on fire.

As Mickey stepped inside, she walked underneath the spray of water, relishing just how warm and delicious it felt as it pelted her skin. Mickey’s body cupped hers like a spoon, nestled close, but his cock digging into her lower back was hard to ignore. As he slid one hand up to caress a breast again, Sierra leaned her head back against him, letting her hands reach up behind her to cup his head. As she turned her face to the side, they kissed.

But it was time for more.

His fingers touching her nipple were taking too much attention from her brain, but she forced her eyes open. Dammit. They’d forgotten soap, and she peeked out the glass doors, looking for those tiny wrapped bars hotels often used. Mickey continued kissing her neck, but she was on a mission—and that was when she spotted the three bottles inside the shower, secured to the wall.

One was shower gel.

With one hand, she pumped twice so that her palm was filled with the amber liquid. Without hesitation, she took Mickey’s rigid cock in both hands, lathering it, stroking it until she sensed his attention was nowhere else. After thoroughly covering every tiny millimeter of his length, she slid another hand lower, gently rubbing the soap over his balls, gliding softly as his cock began poking her in the belly again.

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