Page 61 of Accepted Precedent
Mick throws my legs over his shoulders, then adds lube to his thick cock and lines himself up with my ass. He slides in, just an inch, letting me adjust to him. I’m still a little sore from earlier, but welcome the stretch. Slowly picking up speed, he rocks in and out of me, a little deeper each time. I tilt my hips to meet his rhythm, loving how it makes him feral. He strokes my cock at the same pace, and it’s nearly enough to make me come.
“What did I say?” he growls. “Your body is mine to play with tonight. You come when I say you can.” I steady my heart rate with deep breaths in, filling my lungs each time before blowing them out. My body relaxes, and he praises, “Just like that. You’re fuckin’ perfect.”
“Fuck, Mick, you can’t say stuff like that or I’m going to come.”
“It’s the truth.” He thrusts harder as he grits out, “You’ve been so fuckin’ good for me, taking my cock like this while you wait‘til I let you come.” Fucking me harder, deeper—but not faster—he struggles to hang on, so do I. His jaw is tight as he grits out a few swears.
“I’m close,” I breathe, unable to stop the inevitable.
Mickey pulls out of my ass and slinks further down the bed, then takes all of me in his mouth. It feels too fucking good; I nearly black out. I can’t take it a moment longer as he coaxes my orgasm from me. He continues licking and sucking until he’s swallowed every last drop.
I’m flipped onto my stomach, and my vision still isn’t clear. As he slides back into my ass, he grunts, “You’re going to be my good boy and come again for me.”
It feels unachievable, but I’ve always accepted his challenges—even if I fail. I’m still in my post-orgasm haze, and while I don’t think I could come again this soon, each thrust prolongs my euphoria. It doesn’t take long before he finds his own release.
A bit dazed as he shifts me onto my back, Mick kisses me. It’s a little sloppy, but I couldn’t care less, smiling against his lips. Finally moving my hands, I grip his back and pull him impossibly closer. We both know I’m not his forever-person—Evelyn is—but it doesn’t change the fact that a part of me will always be his.
He’s… home.
The lights shut off, and Mick groans, “Fuckin’ hell. Worst possible timing.”
“It’s probably just a power outage. I’m sure there are generators, and it’ll be back on soon.”
He collapses beside me and pulls me to him, our legs tangling. “Not for a while.” It’s an odd thing to say, but I shrug it off as him being sex-drunk. “I need to get you cleaned up, but I don’t want to risk you slipping in the dark shower.”
“We should check on Evelyn.”
He presses soft kisses to my shoulder as he insists, “Our girl is fine. Probably asleep.”
“She’s not mine, Mick,” I remind him. “She’s yours.”
“You’re both mine, but she’s also your”—he hums as he considers his wording—“platonic soulmate.”
“I suppose she is,” I chuckle, closing my eyes to savor his lips on me.
“You’re so tense. You need to relax, baby. Do you need me to check on her?”
“Yeah,” I admit softly. I’m sure he’s right, and Evie’s asleep, but I’ll feel better once I know she’s safe. “We should also call Kristin.” He freezes, and I quickly add, “And Finn. We should make sure they’re all okay.”
“Right,” he grunts, and guilt seeps in.
If Mickey knows how I feel about Kristin, is that why things are changing between us? He has to suspect something, and even if he doesn’t, I should be honest with him. But we should talk about it when we’re not naked and in need of a shower.
He rolls over and reaches for his phone—it’s dead. I do the same, but come up with the same result, a little battery icon glowing on the screen. “We forgot to charge them last night.”
“Kristin should’ve called by now, and I missed her call,” he says gruffly to himself, and I hate that he’s now on edge. Why the hell would he be expecting a call from her? He tries the room he booked for her, but there’s no answer, then tries again. “Pick up the phone, Proctor.”
Something’s not right; I can feel it in my gut.
I sit up and make my way to the bathroom. Mick normally insists on helping clean up, but I don’t have time for it. If something happened to Evie or Kristin, I’d hate myself forever.
Grabbing a wash cloth, I soak it in warm water. “That’s my job,” he snaps, startling me.
My vision hasn’t adjusted fully to the darkness, but I can still make out his large frame in the doorway. “What did you mean by Kristin should have called you? It’s two in the morning.”
Stepping behind me, he takes the wet cloth from me and replies, “The less you know, the better. I just tried to reach Evie in my suite, but she’s also not picking up.” He gently swipes the washcloth between my ass cheeks and rubs his hand up and down my back. “I need you to stay here while I check on them.”
I turn to face him. “No. Something’s wrong. I know you hide things from Evelyn and me, but now isn’t the time for secrets. I don’t need all of the details, but are they in danger?”
