On the Corner of Heartache and Hopeful--MIC (7 page)

Extended out, he
dug his toes into the mattress for purchase, feeling her feet hook around his
calves. She sheathed and unsheathed him with astonishing eroticism. He was
ready to explode after just a few minutes. But he refused his own release
before she’d had yet another turn at the well.

A stiff moan
burbled in her throat and her intimate muscles started to contract around him.
He tore him mouth from hers and locked gazes with Mic. “You’re gonna come,
baby. I can feel it. Say it. Say you’re gonna come.”

“I’m coming. Oh,
God, yes.
Yes
. I’m coming, Scott.”

He ground his
pelvis to her in deep thrusts as his climax scorched his blood. She was his,
pure and simple. Not just for this night. But forever.

He didn’t bother
with the consequences to that internal thought. He could only focus on Mic and
how her cunt was milking every last drop of cum from his dick.

He collapsed on
top of her, the tiny aftershocks of her pussy reverberating through his balls.
She writhed slightly and he remembered her hands were still bound. Though the
last thing he wanted to do was move, no doubt his dead weight was compressing
the air from her chest. He marshaled his strength and rose up so he could free
her wrists from the nylon cuffs.

She grimaced. “I
can’t move my arms.”

He lowered them
for her then rubbed blood back into the muscles. “You okay?”

She nodded, but
the pain lining her face didn’t diminish.

“I hurt you,
didn’t I?”

“I’m fine,” she
stated in a firm tome. “My arms just tingle. Stop worrying.”

“Can’t help it.”
He massaged her wrists and fingers. “This helping?”

“Hmm-mm.” She
tugged a hand free and curled it around his neck.

He took the
invitation to snuggle between her breasts. Their sighs fused together.

A sudden thought
popped into his head and he snapped upright. “You hungry? We never did get any
dinner?”

Mic frowned.
“Yeah, but nothing’s open this late. We’re outta luck until morning.”

“Not
necessarily,” he said with a quick kiss to her lips before springing off the
bed. “I bought some apples and Cheese Wiz at the Red Owl.”

Her nose
crinkled. “Cheese Wiz? Seriously?”

“Don’t knock it
‘till you’ve tried it. But if you’re not hungry...”

She sat up and
the sheet fell to her lap. For a moment, he lost the ability to think as he stared
at her faultless breasts. His mouth salivated, and not for food.

She noticed him
staring and hiked the sheet up. “I’m hungry enough to eat anything. Even Cheese
Wiz.”

He cleared his
throat. “Uh, right.”

Unbothered by
his nudity, he retrieved the items from his dresser, along with a Swiss army
knife from his shaving kit, then sat cross-legged beside her. He sliced an
apple into wedges then squirted a dab of Cheese Wiz on top of one and handed
the morsel to her. “Here ya go.”

After a pause,
she took the offering and popped it into her mouth. Astonishment lit up her
eyes. “Hey, that’s not terrible.”

He smirked.
“Gee, thanks.”

She snagged
another piece and the can of Cheese Wiz. “Sorry. I never realized chemicals
could taste so good.”

“What’d you
think
makes
this taste good? Real cheese? But I’ll forgive your insult
if you’ll allow me to do one thing.” He bit into a wedge smothered in the
cheesy concoction.

She
slid
her gaze to him. “And what would that be?”

He chewed then
swallowed. “I want to wash your hair.”

Chapter Ten

He wants to wash my hair
?

While not the
craziest thing Mic had ever heard, it came pretty close. Still, with everything
he’d given her, more than she ever thought possible, how could she tell Scott
no?

She kept her
grip on the sheet as he took her hand and led her into the bathroom. There was
barely enough room for her to hover by the commode while he started the shower.
She tucked the thin cotton higher around her breasts. He wore…nothing, which
suited him fine. He looked spectacular, from the tautness of his butt to the
broadness of his shoulders.

She tightened
her fingers on the sheet, worried that he might find her body lacking. While in
the bed, she hadn’t been mindful about being naked. The moonlit room helped to
mask her flaws. Not so in the bathroom’s unforgiving fluorescent glare.

He turned and
extended his hand. “In you go.”

With a deep
breath and eyes lowered, she released the sheet, grasped his hand and stepped
into the shower. He followed right behind. The water was sizzling hot, just the
way she liked it. The pulsating stream hitting her face eased some of her
tension.

“It’s not too
hot?” he asked over the sound of the faucet.

She peeked at
him over her shoulder with a shy smile. “It’s perfect.”

“Turn for me,
Mic.”

After a moment’s
hesitation, she complied, her arms across her chest. He reached out and
unfolded them. Tensions knotted his jaw as his gaze meandered down her body.
She crossed her arms again.

He held her
wrists. “No. Don’t cover yourself.” The heat in his eyes rivaled the steam
swirling around them. “Do you have any idea how incredibly beautiful you are?”

While Mic had
been told she was cute, even pretty, she’d never heard the word beautiful. She
glanced down to see what he saw. Nothing struck her as anything special, let
alone beautiful. Yet the raspy edge of his voice made her believe his words.

Scott squirted
shampoo into his palm and lathered it. “Okay. Turn around.”

She complied. He
soaped her hair, rubbing not only her scalp, but her neck as well. All the way
down her back, he washed her hair while kneading her muscles. By the time he
reached her bottom, she had both hands braced against the shower wall, her
spine too syrupy to support her.

He pulled her
back to his chest. The water rinsed her hair while he fondled her breasts, his
hard-on nestled between her butt cheeks. The sinful thought of bending forward
played in her mind, teeming desire throughout her body. Unfortunately, there
wasn’t enough room.

When the last of
the shampoo ran into the drain, he shut off the valves. The silence jarred her.
He opened the sliding door and snatched a towel to wrap around her then a
second for himself. After a quick pass to dry his body, he helped her out. She
sat on the toilet while he took his towel and dried her hair.

Though she’d
never had sex before, Mic was somewhat familiar with a man’s penis, thanks to
the porn flicks she’d rented. Scott’s erection jutted forward from the nest of
dark blond hair with bluish veins running down either side. She knew his size
was impressive, but had she realized just how impressive, sheer fear would have
kept her from sleeping with him. She was glad she hadn’t known. While Scott
fussed with her hair, she stroked the smooth tip.

He went stock
still. “Mic…”

His voice
sounded like a warning. She fisted her hand around his girth and looked up. His
lips were pulled back, revealing two rows of straight, white teeth. His Adam’s
apple bobbed as his groan rumbled loud.

“Am I hurting
you?”

He shook his
head. “But you need to stop.”

“Why?” She squeezed
the tiniest bit.

“Because,” he
growled, dragging her to her feet, “you’re gonna kill me. Shit! I’ve had you
twice and I want you again already. You’ve bewitched me, woman.”

Still cradling
his penis, she squeezed just a little harder. “And that’s a bad thing?”

“No, but you’ve
gotta feel raw right now. Two times on your first night has to be rough.”

She placed her
other hand on his chest. The heat of him burned her palm. “I’m not
complaining.”

He covered her
hand with his. “True enough. But I don’t want to hurt you. Plus I’m outta
rubbers.”

“Oh well, in
that case,” she hummed, lowering her gaze. “Maybe we should do this instead.”
She dropped to her knees.

“What the hell—”

His words
stopped when she fluttered her tongue over his purplish tip. The velvety feel
of his hot skin rained shivers through her belly. She was reminded of a solid
ice cream cone, minus the cold. The last thing she felt was cold. Her fingers
caressed the veiny sides and she marveled at how his cock pulsed upward.

Good Lord
.
Even with everything that had happened tonight, just thinking the word cock had
her close to coming. Didn’t say a lot about her sophistication level. Not that
she cared.

Mic licked the
underside then stole a glance upward. Scott’s face was tilted to the ceiling,
his corded neck muscles looking ten times their normal size. She opened her
mouth then closed her lips over his engorged length. He slumped against the
closed door with a thump and widened his stance. His hands were clenched in
white-knuckled fists at his side.

 Mimicking
what she could remember from the adult movies, Mic acted on whatever idea came
to her. She made long, slow strokes with her tongue then circled the tip. She
swallowed him, moving her hand with her mouth. Strong fingers tangled in her
wet hair as his hips time with her. Guttural groans and harsh breathing bounced
off the bathroom walls.

This whole
evening had been an erotic fantasy come true. But being naked and on her knees,
performing oral sex on Scott was the most erotic experience she could ever
imagine. His erection grew longer and thicker against her tongue. Some might
think her in the weaker position, yet she never felt so powerful. Her pussy
quivered. She slipped her free hand between her legs and rubbed her clit.

Without warning,
he lugged her to her feet. “God
damn
, woman. What part about no fucking
rubbers didn’t you understand?”

His mouth
devoured hers. The kiss was brutal, all mashing lips and clashing teeth. He
reached down, cupped her butt and boosted her into the air. Her legs instinctively
wrapped around his waist for support. He managed to open the door then navigate
through the skinny threshold without cuffing her against the jamb. He then
none-too-gently tossed her onto the bed.

A squealed
surprise burst from her lips. “What’d you do that for?”

Scott stretched
flat on his back out beside her. “For torturing me. Just like I’m gonna do to
you. Now come here.” He grasped her waist, spinning her around so she straddled
his face.

Okay. She was
officially starring in her very own porn film. Mic couldn’t believe the
position she was in, with Scott’s majestic, glorious cock right in front of her
face, or what he was doing with his mouth, tongue and fingers. He flicked her
intimately at a dizzying pace. Hard and fast, an orgasm blasted her body making
even her toenails tingle.

Fine
.
Two
can play that game
.

Grasping his
base, she took him to the back of her throat, sucking him with the same vigor
he did her. The bed bounced. Their strangled moans filled the room.

Another orgasm
swelled on the scale of a forest fire fanned by a whirlwind. Within seconds,
she was blazing. She arched her back and popped him from her mouth. “Yes,
Scott! Yes! Don’t stop!”

 Blood
pounded in her brain. Her hips bucked and thrashed. Pumping her hand faster on
his cock, she opened her mouth. She wanted him coming in her mouth.

The first spurt
of his cum coated her tongue. The heavy, salty taste reeled her senses. Before
she could take any more in, Scott yanked her up, spun her to face him and
crushed his mouth to hers, his dick wedged between them. A warm, sticky fluid
shot up her belly as his cock pulsed and his agonized groan of pleasure rang in
her ears.

Together, they
crumpled to the mattress, a mesh of intertwined body parts. She heard nothing but
their gasping breaths and wondered vaguely how thick the motel walls might be.
Was anyone staying in the adjacent room? Rather than be embarrassed, a weak
giggle puffed from her mouth.

“What’s so
funny?” he mumbled from the vicinity of her right breast.

“Nothing.” She
brushed hair from her face only to realize her hand was still sticky. “I need
another shower.”

“Me too.”

“We should get
up then.”

“Okay. You
first.”

Mic didn’t think
she could move if her life depended on it. And by the way he snuggled tighter
to her, she figured he felt the same. Later was soon enough to get cleaned up.

She stuffed a
pillow under her head. Sleep beckoned, but she fought to stay awake. She didn’t
want to waste time sleeping, not when this would be her only time with Scott.

She wanted to
remember everything that happened. Everything Scott had said and definitely
everything he’d done. The way he’d kissed and held her. The way his tongue
licked and teased. The ways his fingers stroked and entered.

She wanted to
remember his smell. His taste. How he’d caressed and stroking, taking her to
such incredible heights of pleasure.

His words from
earlier in the evening filtered through her head about how she should save her
virginity for someone special. Didn’t he know that she had?

Scott
was
her “someone special.” All the nights—and days— she’d dreamed about him were
the proof. Of course, she’d never admitted it, not even to herself. But now,
with his body draped over hers, she fully embraced the reality that Scott
Trehune was, and would forever be, the man she loved.

Tears welled and
slowly rolled from her eyes. She might be in love with him, but she wasn’t so
naïve to think he felt the same. Giving him her virginity didn’t mean he’d give
his love in return. She inhaled a stiff breath.

She knew going
in what this night meant. No strings. He lived in New York and her life was
here in Tatum. They couldn’t have a lasting relationship. She accepted that
truth.