OGs: Deep Down (15 page)

She chuckled softly, her pussy still mildly contracting. She placed her hand on his heart. “No, I haven’t.”

Mike watched her for a long second, his expression awed. “You’re so fucking beautiful when you come. I’d forgotten how I used to grit my teeth and hold on until I was almost dying just for the chance to see you letting go like you did now. You totally exploded around me.”

She shrugged. “I haven’t had you in seven years. I have to make up for lost time.”

He smirked. “You had my cock inside you some days ago.”

“Not like this. The other day in the shower, it was raw and it was powerful, but you didn’t hold me like this. Like you used to. You didn’t talk to me; you didn’t stare into my eyes the way you are looking at them now. You didn’t kiss me. The other day in the shower was fantastic. This, now, wow. I missed this.”

He stiffened at her words, closed his eyes. “Kyra, I’m not the soft lover you remember. I’ve changed.”

Didn’t she notice it. “I wouldn’t have called you soft then either. You always had a hard edge where sex was concerned.”

Mike pinned her with his stare. “I’m much rougher and more demanding now.”

“I’m older now,” she said quietly. “I can take more. And appreciate it better. As long as you aren’t into threesomes. I don’t—”

“When it comes to you, I don’t share. Ever. And I won’t make you share me.”

Thank God, because the image of someone else touching Mike, especially now, when she’d taken him inside her body again… Well, it looked like she still had a jealous streak a mile long.

“Good,” she whispered against his lips.

It seemed like Mike was about to say something but he didn’t. He just stared at her, some strong feeling she couldn’t decipher in his eyes.

“You haven’t come,” she finally said. “Why aren’t you moving?”

Mike smiled. “I know you, babe. All the best moments of my life have been spent with you wrapped around me. After coming so hard and unexpected as you did, you will need some recovery time before going off again. And I’m not coming until you come with me. So let’s take it easy and build you up.”

“I won’t be needing much building up,” she whispered as she pulled up a little and then pushed back down, shivering. “That piercing of yours…speeds things up.”

“So it’s just my piercing that does it for you, huh?”

She went for nonchalant, moving up again. “Well, no. Not just.”

Mike palmed her ass and brought her down to him in one thrust, a cocky smile appearing on his lips as she gasped and sank her nails onto his shoulders.

“You may have had something to do with it. Your body and the tattoos too.”

She caressed his arms and chest, staring at his body artwork. It was damn intricate. And so beautiful.

He swept her hair off her shoulder and kissed her neck. As he stilled and brushed his hand over her skin, she realized he was watching the bite he’d left on her in the shower, his eyes gleaming proprietarily. Then he ran his hand down her left arm, and his gaze softened.

“Did I hurt your shoulder in the shower? I’d noticed before you are careful with it. I was so out of it I didn’t even think in that position it would—”

In the heat of the moment she hadn’t paid mind to it, but once she’d cooled down, the shoulder had throbbed like hell. Not that she was going to tell him that.

“It’s okay, Mike, really. Nothing to worry. I just sprained a muscle in the classes.”

He didn’t seem too convinced but didn’t insist.

“Still. I regret taking you so rough. Lift your arms. I want this off you,” he said as he reached for her sports bra and got rid of it without having her lifting her arm too high. He contemplated her chest avidly. “ Gorgeous tits. They got even better, baby.”

She was self-conscious about her breasts. They had always been on the big side, and after giving birth and nursing, and in spite of the good shape she was in, her tits had sagged a bit. She’d been told it wasn’t noticeable, but she did notice. Under Mike’s scrutiny and his obvious enjoyment, though, she didn’t feel embarrassed in the least.

He cupped her breasts and made a face-plant on her chest, nuzzling and licking her. “Put your hands on my knees.”

She did as she was told, and he latched on to her nipples, licking and sucking until she was breathing hard again and grinding against him, her pussy pulsing around his cock. There was something they had to talk about before she lost her head again.

“Condoms, Mike. I know it’s a little late, but we should start using them.”

“No.”

She stilled. “No?”

“I swear to you I’m clean. Never done it without a condom except with you. I got tested some months back.”

“I’m clean too, but—”

“We’re done talking, babe.” Mike gripped her hips and thrust into her. “I need to fuck you more than I need to breathe.”

Against her better judgment, Kyra let it go and gave herself to Mike and the pleasure only he could bring her.

“This is too good, baby,” Mike said while he pounded into her. “Like a fucking dream.”

The only sound around them was their panting. Until she heard some voices coming from behind the door. They both stilled.

“Do you hear anything? Maybe they’ve found a way out and left,” someone said.

“Nope. This is the second floor. Cecilia and I stood guard in the yard, and nobody jumped out the window.”

Oh God. The old ladies behind the door might have thought they were whispering, but they were not.

“Fuck me,” Mike cursed in whispers.

Kyra laughed softly. “Trying to.”

“Hold tight, baby,” Mike said as he leaped off and, without dislodging her, dashed to the door. He placed one hand on the surface while he held her by the ass with the other. Good thinking—she hadn’t heard keys rattling in the lock, but with Mike’s grandma and her friends, who knew?

“Well, I don’t hear screams; they may have made up already.”

“Or maybe we’re late and they’ve already killed each other,” another mused.

“Nonsense. Mike? Kyra?” Rebecca asked, raising her voice. “You there?”

“Yes,” Mike answered, pained. “Give us a moment, will you?”

“Are you finally talking? Sorting out your differences?”

Kyra had to hold in her laughter.

“Something like that,” he answered.

“Is that true, Kyra? Is he finally giving in?”

“Well,” she almost choked. “Something like that.”

“Is he being too hard on you? Blowing up without a reason?”

Now she did choke on her laughter. She squeezed his cock with her pussy muscles and wrapped her legs tighter around his hips. “He may have reasons to blow. And he isn’t being too hard. I’ve had…harder from him,” she managed, but then Mike thrust in, filling her to bursting, and her voice died in a low moan that she hoped the old ladies couldn’t hear.

“Don’t let him bully you, honey. Stand your ground and go nose to nose with him if need be,” Wilma added.

Well, nose to nose they already were. Mouth to mouth. Chest to chest. Groin to groin.

Before Kyra could say anything, Rebecca continued, “Yes, don’t let him ride your ass.”

“Don’t worry. I won’t.”

Mike lifted his brow.
Really?
he mouthed, his dick causing havoc as it moved in and out of her.

“Yet,” she whispered on his mouth. “Later on you can ride me all you want.”

“There you go, girl. Show him you’re not scared of his size,” Greta yelled.

She was going to reply, but suddenly his size jerked against her womb, growing even bigger, and her orgasm caught her off guard. She tightened all around.

“Mike, I—”

Sensing her urgency, he pinned her to the door and thrust deep inside her, covering her mouth as the first moan was about to rip out of her.

He again rode her orgasm, giving her all his weight and his cock, grinding his pelvis against her clit until she was limp and spent.

To her it felt like an eternity, but it probably wasn’t, because those grandmas were still talking from the other side of the door.

“Well, if you think you can manage, we’ll leave you two at it.”

“Mike, don’t dare dick her around, and get to the point,” Rebecca warned.

“Trying,” he muttered, his voice rough, the muscles of his upper body rock hard and gleaming from the strain. “Can you guys go away and let us do this by ourselves?”

Silence. Then some debating. Finally the verdict came: “Okay, I trust you’re adults enough to work this thing out without yelling. Spare keys are in the first drawer on the desk. Come out when you’ve solved all your differences. Not before. Or we will lock you in again. One way or another.”

If their shuffling sounds and receding voices were anything to go by, they were moving away.

“Thank fucking God.” Unable to hold back anymore, Mike surged inside her, slammed her against the door, two, three times until he came with a growl, bathing her with his cum.

“Did you hear that sound?” someone said from far away. “Was that banging?”

Silence and then came in unison, “Nah.”

Chapter Seven

The second they made it to her place and she closed the front door, he pushed her against it and dropped on his knees, pressing his face against her lower abdomen.

“What—”

“I want my mouth on your pussy.” She’d said Sam was at a sleepover. They were alone. He hadn’t had her taste on his tongue for seven years. If he had to wait a second more, he was going to die.

She faltered. “Let’s go to bed.”

“No. Here.” He placed her leg over his shoulder and lifted her skirt, bunching it at her waist. He kissed her inner thighs, biting her skin, inhaling her scent. And his. Before dragging her out of the community center, she’d stopped to clean herself in the bathroom, but he could still smell her juices and his cum on her. Sexy as all fuck. Especially the trail of moisture going down her thigh. “Let me have you, baby. Like this. My tongue buried inside you. You coming over my face. It has been so fucking long.” Too fucking long.

She looked him in the eye, softly. “Okay,” she whispered. “Whatever you want, Mike. However you want.”

He tore at her wet panties, leaving them dangling from her leg, and after taking the heel of her foot, he placed it on his shoulder. He held her open, his hand on the back of her thigh.

“Fuck yeah, baby. Just like this,” he said against her puffing folds.

He took a deep, leisured swipe of his tongue from her sweet ass to her quivering opening and then up to her tight clit.

Putting his mouth on her pussy had him so hard he was leaking and in very real danger of spilling all over himself, even though he’d spent all afternoon inside her, nailing her to the door.

“So sweet, baby. Your pussy tastes as I remember, like honey. I’m going to stay here on my knees and drink you all up like I used to do, until your legs turn to jelly and you can’t come anymore.”

He licked every inch of her, sucking at her swollen folds and lapping at her slit until she was whimpering and writhing, pulling at his hair. Then he moved to her clit, fastening his lips around it and sucking while he slid two fingers inside her pussy, and she started trembling all over.

“You like it?” he asked, lifting his face and watching her. She nodded, panting loudly. “And now?” He moved one finger to her ass, pressing against her entrance without breaching the tight hole.

She cried out, reaching for the doorjamb with one hand to hold on while the other kept pulling at his hair.

“Mike, I’m going to fall,” she said between broken breaths, both of her holes spasming.

“I won’t let you fall.”

He continued eating her out, mouth, tongue, teeth. He couldn’t get enough.

“Please, Mike.”

“Please what?” he asked against her pulsing clit as she bore down on his hand.

“More. Oh God, Mike.”

He gave her more with his mouth and his fingers, fucking that sweet pussy of hers, sucking at her clit. Teasing her ass. Until her whole body tensed and she melted around him, her juices spilling over his face. Lost in her release, she all but crumbled when her leg gave way, but he scooped her up. “Got you, baby.

He wasn’t sure which bedroom was hers, so he took them to where they had put together the dresser, assuming that was hers.

He flung her over the king-size bed and had her naked and on her back before she stirred from her orgasm.

“Mike?” she asked as he chucked off his boxers and got rid of his running shoes. They had come straight here from the community center. Stopping by his place to get some clothes hadn’t even occurred him. He would have to make the walk of shame tomorrow, but whatever. Then he looked up and saw her smiling lazily. Everything flew out of his mind but the gorgeous woman in front of him.

“Here, baby,” he said, coming to her and rising on his knees between her legs, keeping them wide open. She tried to close them, and when she couldn’t, goose bumps prickled her skin.

“Haven’t changed,” he mumbled proudly, watching her red, swollen core.

“What?”

“You still love feeling overpowered. Not being able to close your legs even if you’d want to. Without any control over what I do to you. Forced to take it all the way I give it.”

She shrugged, seeming embarrassed. “I don’t know what I love anymore. Haven’t had much sex lately.”

He took a swipe at her slit. She struggled a bit, looking uncomfortable.

“Mike, I just came. I’m very wet.”

“Yes, and?”

She shrugged again, this time saying nothing.

He narrowed his eyes on her. She used to love head. He would take her with his mouth and fingers until she was drenched from coming. Then he would fuck the living daylights out of her. And himself in the process.

“What about getting your pussy eaten? Didn’t have much of that either, huh?” Fucking moron of an ex-husband.

“Didn’t have much of anything,” she whispered.

Well, that was so going to change.

“I don’t know what the hell was wrong with that asshole you married, but that’s in the past now. I’m going to make you come again and again with my mouth until you don’t remember a time when I didn’t. Until your taste is embedded in me and there isn’t a chance in hell I’d ever forget it either.”