Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 73010 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73010 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
“Smells good,” Micah says as he sinks into a chair and dives into his lunch. We eat and discuss his departure time tomorrow as if it’s a casual, offhand topic and not killing us.
He helps me clear the table, and as he’s absently placing his plate in the dishwasher, his gaze snags on something in the other room. He makes a beeline to a bookshelf lined with framed pictures. He lifts the one of us from high school graduation. His grandfather even posed with my parents for that one.
And then there’s the one of us newly married, showing off our rings.
I step up behind him to glance over his shoulder. “God, we look so young. I couldn’t even grow facial hair.”
He laughs as he twists toward me. His fingers stroke the scruff on my chin. “Glad you finally can because it’s sexy as hell.”
“Micah,” I sigh, as much in appreciation as frustration.
“Sorry. Can’t help loving you. Wanting to be with you.”
I screw my eyes shut, willing myself to get my emotions in check. “I’ll never stop, Micah Malone.”
He pulls me into an embrace so tight I can scarcely breathe, but I also don’t care because it’s too excruciating to let him go.
“I can’t…I need you, Micah. I need you so fucking much.”
“Need you too,” he murmurs against my ear.
“Show me how much,” I tell him, my voice filled with anguish as I grasp the back of his shirt.
And then Micah’s breath is against my lips, his tongue sweeping the seam of my mouth as if asking permission, and there’s no fucking way I’m saying no. Our kisses are slow as we take our time exploring, memorizing with lips and teeth and tongues. In that moment, I’m certain no one else’s mouth or taste will ever do. He’s ruined me for all others. When I pull back to catch my breath, the angst in his eyes tells me he feels as wrecked as I do.
We burrow our hands in each other’s hair and moan into each other’s mouths until we’re both hard and needy. We undress each other between kisses, leaving a trail on the way to the bedroom. Part of me doesn’t want to have this room represent our last memory, but the other part wants to smell him on my sheets for days.
Micah urges me back on the mattress, kissing every part of me he can reach, from my nipples to my hip bones, licking and nipping, making blood rush to my cock. It’s exactly what I need. For him to consume me. To stem the tidal wave of grief swelling in my heart. If only for a couple of hours.
Micah retreats momentarily to grab the lube from my nightstand. I watch as he coats his fingers, then reaches behind my balls to rub the slickness over my hole. The cool sensation makes me shiver, and as he works the tip of his finger inside, I fight the urge to cringe.
“You’re so tight, baby,” Micah croons. “Are you sure…?”
“One hundred percent.” When I lift my knees to my shoulders, he swears under his breath as he looks me over, and I feel flayed open, just as I did professing my love junior year—after my woodworking class, where I made him a rough carving of a sailboat. Micah had been afraid to tell me it had warped and rotted the following week. I force the foreshadowing out of my mind because I know we’re more than that.
When he leans forward and flutters his tongue over my sac, I groan. My muscles turn liquid as he sucks one of my nuts and simultaneously fucks me with his finger. “More,” I tell him, squirming beneath his mouth. I’m the impatient one this time, wanting to get on with it, to feel him inside me, even knowing I haven’t bottomed in a while.
Micah watches my reaction closely as he pushes a second finger inside.
“Holy hell.” I tremble, my eyes rolling back because the sensation is a prickly sting with just a tinge of pleasure.
He persists by pumping his digits and rubbing against my prostate, which makes me gasp and writhe in bliss but also in frustration.
And then my nerve endings flare to life like an electric current when Micah slides my cock inside the heat of his mouth. He sucks me with flawless pressure, still opening me with his fingers, and my thoughts blur to static while raw pleasure permeates my senses.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” Micah murmurs. “Just look at you.”
I part my lips to respond, but I can only manage a low moan.
Fingers stuffed inside me, he bends forward to connect our mouths in a messy but perfect kiss. I whimper shamelessly, my fingers hooking around his nape to keep our lips and tongues connected.
When we finally part, Micah’s mouth is shiny, his eyes a bit dazed. He removes his fingers, and I instinctively clench, needing to feel that fullness again.