Page 28 of Rescued

His low laugh brushes against my ear, and I feel the blush creeping up my neck and spreading across my face. Damn it.

Mika straightens, crossing his arms over his chest as he smirks at me, that wicked twinkle in his eyes making my blood simmer.

“I’m thinking,” he drawls, “you’d look really good ridingRick’s Rabid Rammin’ Rocket.”

My head whips around to the screen, where he’s pointing. And there it is—an obscenely huge dildo on the site, bold as day.

Oh, hell no.

My face burns hotter, but this time, it’s not just from embarrassment. It’s a mix of mortification and sheer terror too. That thing’s got to be twelve inches long, at least. I clench my ass cheeks so tight I’m surprised I don’t pull something.

“No way inhell, buddy!” I bite out, my voice a mix of indignation and horror.

Mika’s grin widens, and damn it, it’s infectious. I let go of the outrage and glance back at the monstrous dildo on the screen.Okay, itiskind of funny.

I grin up at him. “You come at me with that thing, and there’s gonna be a fight. Loser takes all—literally.”

Mika bursts out laughing, the sound rich and genuine. It’s a sight I’ll never get tired of—his head tipped back, his eyes crinkling at the corners, his whole body shaking with mirth.

For a moment, the tension I’ve been carrying disappears.

Yeah, I could get used to this.

What the hell—Rick’s website can wait.

I reach out, grabbing Mika by the waist, and press my face against the soft cotton of his T-shirt. The fabric is worn and familiar, but what’s underneath it? That’s a whole different story. Hard, defined muscle meets my cheek, the contrast sending a shiver through me.

Everything about Mika fills my senses. The warmth of his skin radiates through the thin shirt, the steady rise and fall of his chest grounding me. I close my eyes, letting the textures and heat soak into my memory.

Then I feel it—the sudden pressure of his cock pressing against my neck through his sweats.

I pull back slightly, my breath catching as I glance down. The bulge is unmistakable, and I can see the damp spot spreading where the tip is leaking into the fabric. My mouth waters at the sight, the scent of his arousal filling the air, and I reach for him without thinking.

My hand slides from his hip, gliding over the thick, heated length straining against the cotton. I stroke him slowly, my palm dragging across the rigid shaft, wishing I could feel his bare skin instead of this damn barrier between us.

I want to taste him, to draw those drops of pre-cum onto my tongue and savor them.

But Mika has other plans.

He pulls me up from my chair, steering me toward the couch. His hands are quick, unbuttoning and shoving my jeans down my legs so fast I barely have time to kick off my shoes and socks. I step out of the rest of my clothes, watching as he strips in front of me.

Holy shit.

Mika naked is a goddamn work of art. Every muscle on his tall, lean frame seems carved from stone, his dark skin glistening slightly as if lit from within. My throat dries up, then floods with saliva, and I have to swallow hard before I embarrass myself by drooling.

Before I can process how devastatingly gorgeous he is, Mika’s hands are on me again. I’m a willing participant, eager to surrender myself to him. His body covers mine completely, from head to toe, and I can’t help but feel consumed by him—his heat, his scent, his very presence. His weight presses me into the cushions, and I relish the sensation of being pinned beneath him. He grabs my hands, lacing our fingers together with an urgency that sends a thrill through me. His grip is firm, almost to the point of pain, but it’s a good kind of pain—the kind that makes you feel alive.

“I need…” Mika’s voice is low and shaky, the rough edge making my heart race like I’ve just run a marathon. He doesn’t finish his sentence, but he doesn’t have to—I can feel what he needs. His hips grind down onto mine, our cocks sliding together through the thin fabric of our underwear. The friction is maddening, the heat unbearable. It’s like being trapped in a fever dream, one where every sensation is amplified tenfold.

He grinds his hips down, and I can’t help but arch into him. I try to move, to help him, but Mika holds me captive with his body, holding me in place, completely in control. His hips are moving, keeping up that steady rhythm that threatens to drive me out of my mind. I can’t touch him, can’t even move my arms—all I can do isfeel. It’s almost too much, this overwhelming sensation of being at someone else’s mercy. The friction is maddening, the heat unbearable.

The realization sends a jolt of excitement through me.

But there’s one thing Icando.

I lift my head and catch his lower lip between my teeth, biting gently at first before increasing the pressure when I hear his soft groan. His lip feels full and perfect against mine, like biting into a ripe plum. I let the edge of my teeth drag along it before pulling back slightly.

“I know, Mika,” I murmur, my voice trembling. “Me, too.”

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