Page 57 of Sugar Coated

I ran my other hand down the side of his square jaw, watching as he sighed and leaned into the hand. He didn’t say a word, but his shoulders were a little less rigid, his posture a little less straight.

Screw it. I was done dancing around it. Tonight was a night of truths, and so I’d tell him my truth—and I’d do it without words.

What was my truth? I needed him. I’d gone from being annoyed with him being thrust upon me to depending on him, and now I needed him, plain and simple. My life was a whirlwind of complication, but having someone like Mike helped ground me.

I pulled on the tie one last time, colliding my lips with his as the hand on his face curled around to the back of his head. His lips were just as firm and eager as they’d been that night, only now there was a bigger urgency behind them. He kissed me like he needed to steal the air from my lungs and make it his own. He’d become a man on a mission, and that mission was to kiss me so hard my toes curled.

He didn’t try to pull away. His pathetic attempts at begging me to let him go must’ve been a last-ditch effort on his part, because the moment our lips met, he kissed me with the intensity of a thousand suns and brought his hands to my lower back, holding onto me in a way he never had before.

It was crazy to me how different it was kissing Mike compared to Fang or Kieran. Mike had a surprisingly tendertouch considering he was roughly the size of a freaking boulder, with hands to match.

Speaking of those hands… they moved off my lower back and went to my legs, moving up my outer thighs and bunching up my dress as they went. With my dress practically up to my ass, it let him spread my legs, and after he spread them he scooted right between them, holding the rest of my body tightly against his chest. He was so close I didn’t need to keep hold of his tie anymore, so I let it go as I worked on blindly loosening it.

Loosen the tie, undo a few buttons on his shirt beneath that suit jacket, all so I could touch his chest and run my hands along the solid muscle resting there.

Mike had similar thoughts as we kissed. Now that my legs were wrapped around his torso, his hands roamed my back, finding the zipper to the dress. His fingers fumbled for the tiny thing, but soon enough he was pulling the zipper down and making the dress clinging to my body loosen. My bra came off less than five seconds later, my chest spilling out as he pulled the undone bra off me and tossed it aside.

His mouth left mine, his neck bending so that he could nuzzle against the crook of my neck. I breathed out his name, “Mike. I need you.”

One arm remained curled around my back while his other hand moved to my chest, cupping a tit and making me arch my back when his fingers toyed with a nipple, pebbling it into a point so hard it could cut glass.

He shuddered against me when I said his name, and I let one of my hands fall down his chest. Over his clothes, past his belt, where something hard bulged. Where he’d stopped me that night, he didn’t stop me this time, didn’t go to pull my hand away. He only moaned against my neck, and it was the moan of a man that had held himself back for far too long.

I had to stop touching him over his pants when his head dipped lower. He spread his knees to get himself to a good height before he took one of my nipples into his mouth and sucked hard, so hard I had to moan and throw my head back.

Mike showered one tit with attention, and then went to do the same to the other. On my thighs, I could feel his hands roaming. His fingers hooked around my panties and pulled them down my legs. Off they went, until I wore nothing but a bunched-up dress with every private part of me exposed to him.

His wide chest hummed as he tore his mouth off my nipple and went even lower on my body. He had to practically sit on the ground to be at a good height for it, but the man did not utter a single complaint. He spread my thighs, and he was seconds from going in when his gaze spotted the bite mark on my inner thigh. Based on the sound he made right then, I could tell he wasn’t happy.

He looked up at me, wordlessly asking me,why?

All I could do was smile at him and bat my eyelashes a bit extra while saying, “I asked for it.” When he still only stared up at me, I added, “Don’t let it stop you from telling me just how badly you want me.”

The corners of his lips quirked into a slight smile, a smile so faint you might not even know it was there; but I saw it, and I knew I’d pushed him past the point of pulling back. He was so lost in me he didn’t have the wherewithal to be jealous or upset that Fang had permanently marked my body with his bite.

Mike said not a single word as he dove right in, lowering his mouth to my apex and worshipping me in much the same way he had that night. His tongue flicked against my clit before he sucked hard on it, and I moaned, unable to keep the sound inside. Hot, carnal pleasure rose within me, a dominating force that made me foggy-brained and desperate for more.

I brought a hand to the back of his head, weaving my fingers through his hair as he ate me out. Just like that, my body was at a fever pitch; I couldn’t think straight. My hips began to move, grinding myself against his mouth. He was at home between my spread thighs. His tongue lapped at me with a hungry greed; he could play my body like a fiddle.

My breath caught and my thighs clenched around his head, the key sign that I was close to losing it. I bit my bottom lip to try to stop myself from crying out, but when the pleasure became too much, I was a bit too loud.

Let’s just say it was a good thing my dad’s room wasn’t right next door.

The orgasm took hold of me with a possessive force, causing my body to spasm and my clit to swell. Mike’s mouth kept up its work, guiding me through the release while simultaneously making it last longer than it should’ve. Every muscle in my body was on fire, my heart working overdrive in my chest. I saw stars before I closed my eyes.

He labored to pull his mouth off me, and when he lifted his head I managed to crack my eyes open and watch him lick his lips, as if I was the best thing he’d ever tasted. That, combined with the look he was giving me from between my thighs, was the sexiest thing I’d seen in my life.

I didn’t want to let him go just yet. I wanted more.

I scooted off the ottoman, landing on his lap, which I could easily straddle thanks to my dress being nothing more than a heap of fabric around my waist. I kissed him before he could say anything else, before he could do anything else—now was the time when he typically regained his composure and pushed me away, tried to tell me I was nothing more than a job.

Maybe that’s what I’d been in the beginning, but now? We were far past that point.

So, while I kissed him, I reached for his belt between us and worked on undoing it. My Devil, Kieran, had taken me at the party, and now I was going to take Mike whether he wanted me to or not. I wasn’t going to give him a choice.

Thankfully he didn’t try to argue with me, not as I undid his belt and not as I reached beneath his pants, into his boxer briefs, and pulled him out. I wasn’t an expert on pulling a man’s dick out, so it wasn’t all smooth-sailing, but soon enough his cock was out.

And, yes, it was very proportional to the rest of him. You know what they said: big man, big shoes, big hands, big cock.

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