Page 44 of Ruthless Rose

Feeling out of it, I continue to sit astride him, completely dazed. Without thinking, I blurt out, “Was that an orgasm?”

He cocks his head to the side, studying me and sliding his fingers back and forth through my slick skin. “You came all over my hand.” He grips the nape of my neck with his other hand and tugs my face to his. “That was your first?”

I nod, eyes wide, nervous at my admission.

“Damn, who the fuck doesn’t know what they’re doing that they’ve never given you an orgasm before?”

Micah doesn’t have any idea that he gave me my first kisses today, much less that he gave me this other amazing first. I don’t want him to know. Not right now. Not if he couldn’t already tell. Ms. Lonely Lonerson over here has never managed to get a single date, so this … My mind is a little blown. I’ve touched myself before, and it felt good, but it was nothing like that. That was … something else entirely.

I shrug, biting my lip. “My parents will be home soon.”

A little whimper escapes me as he flicks his thumb over my clit again and boldly demands, “So?”

My hips angle toward him, giving him better access, even as I protest. “I should put my shorts back on.”

He sighs. “If you insist.” His fingers make one final pass over all of my hypersensitive skin before he removes his hand from my panties. He hasn’t released my neck, so I’m staring into his eyes as he sucks clean the fingers that had been inside me. He closes his eyes, moaning as he tastes me. “Fuck, that’s good,” he growls. “Next time, you’re coming on my face. I want my tongue inside your pussy.”

The thought of it has all my muscles clenching. I release a breath through pursed lips. Gingerly, I climb off of Micah’s lap, tug on my shorts, and sit down in the chair next to him. My tea is lukewarm when I take a sip, but I’m beyond caring. “You can reheat your coffee in the microwave, if you want.”

He lifts his mug, takes a sip and immediately gets up, crossing to the microwave in three long strides. When he sits back down, he gestures to the worksheet. “I’d say you enjoyed my winnings as much as I did.”

I grin behind my mug before I take another sip of my tea. “Maybe.”

“That means you should plan on coming to the party, too.”

My brows lift as I internally panic. “You’re kidding.”

“Nah. It’s at my house. You’ll be fine.”

“Um …” For a second, I’m about to refuse, but then I think about what’s happened between us and blurt out, “Okay.”

His eyes light up. “I could have sworn you’d fight me on that one.”

“I almost did.”

He chuckles, planting his hands on his thighs. “I should find my T-shirt.”

My gaze roams over his bare chest, his nipples still taut. I want to run my thumbs over them but have no idea if guys like that. “What? Why?” I’m enjoying the view too much to connect the dots.

“Because your parents just pulled up.” When he stands, it clicks. A very long, very thick erection tents his joggers.

“Oh shit!” I fly out of my seat, hands to my face. “Your bag is still upstairs?”

He nods, giving me a little smirk.

“I’ll get it.” I dash up the stairs, grab his bag out of my room, and toss it into his hands as I race back down. “There’s a bathroom that way.” I point down the front hallway.

With Micah’s long legs crossing the distance in no time flat, he, his naked chest, and his rock-hard dick are safely tucked into the bathroom just as my parents walk through the door.

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