OGs: Deep Down (16 page)

Ignoring her complaints, he feasted on her pussy again. The second wave of orgasm came fast but not that furious.

He nibbled at her inner thighs. “Fuck, I’ve forgotten how much I enjoy going down on a woman.”

Her eyes were totally glazed from pleasure, her voice purring. “What? Melanie didn’t like it?”

He spoke before thinking. “Don’t know. I haven’t gone down on anybody in seven years. Since you.”

She frowned. “Why?”

“I’ve had my fair share of women.” At her wry look, he corrected, “Okay, more than my fair share. I’ve fucked their mouths, their pussies, their asses, but I haven’t gone down on them. Too personal.”

“Too personal? I’d say your cock up their asses would cross that line.”

Mike smirked. “I bet you would, but it didn’t.” Smelling and tasting a woman’s sex, taking in her juices, that was very personal. “It also depends on the ass.”

“Mine?” she whispered.

“The most personal of all,” he answered. It had always been, even if he’d just played with it, never having it. Not ready to dwell on his careless admission and on her surprised expression, and without letting go of her legs, he pushed in her.

They stared at each other’s eyes for a long second, their ragged breathing damn loud in the dead silence, his cock pulsing as she contracted around him. Mike loved feeling her like this. They used to do this all the time: stay still, him deep inside her, and he hadn’t done that with anyone since her. From the moment she was out of his life, he’d hurried through sex, entering a woman and pounding her and his thoughts into oblivion, not wanting to feel anything but the rush to release.

She whimpered. “Mike. Wait. What are we doing?”

He snorted. “Baby, if you don’t know what we’re doing, then I’m clearly doing it wrong.”

She smiled, then sucked in a breath as he rubbed the tip of his cock and the bead on her G-spot on his way out. “Nothing wrong. But we need to talk. About us. About this.”

He pushed in again in a hard, long, continuous thrust that had her gasping and arching her back. Fuck, she was sexy. “Talk. No one is stopping you.”

“You’re damn bossy.”

He chuckled. “And I’ll get worse, baby.” Especially now that he was inside her. He was going to take up residency in that hot, tight pussy or hers and wouldn’t leave until she got tired of him and kicked him out.

“Mike, listen,” she began, reaching for his arms. “This, me staying in Alden, is just a hiatus, a small break. I’ve got some problems right now, but I will leave. Nothing has really changed. If anything, it’s worse now.”

“I’m not kneeling and offering you a ring, kitten.”

“No, you’re offering me what? Your dick?” she asked with a soft smile, propping herself on her elbows.

He smirked and surged in, ripping a moan out of her. “Pretty much. My mouth and my fingers too. Anywhere you want them. As many times as you want.”

He understood this was going nowhere. She was right; nothing had really changed. Past hurts had been cleared, somehow. Drake was out of the picture, and the whole episode with Jess had been explained, but they still had two lives that didn’t mesh. He wouldn’t leave Alden, and she was… Well, she wasn’t a struggling dancer anymore. Or a young girl he could try to sway his way. She was a kick-ass professional dancer. If she hadn’t wanted to give it up then, she sure as hell wouldn’t be doing it now when she’d already made the leap to fame. And she shouldn’t; she was too talented for that. Too talented to stay in this small town when she had the world at her feet.

All that was very clear. They were here to fuck and work each other out of their systems. Nothing more. For some reason that realization didn’t sit well with him, but hell, he was getting the chance to find some closure. A way to finally sever this fucked-up connection they shared and that had had him mourning her absence as if she were a phantom limb of his or some freaky shit like that.

“Let’s work out this tension between us the way we know best,” he said. “No promises. We’re already old enough to understand this goes nowhere.”

“Okay,” she agreed. “But we need to keep this strictly between us. I don’t want to have to be answering questions. And I don’t want Sam getting attached to you. She’s a kid, and she might get the wrong impression.”

“What wrong impression? That I care?” he said before he could order his mouth to shut.

“No, that you are with us to stay. I don’t want her to get her hopes up.”

Her words stung, but he decided to let it slide.

“Sure. No displays of affection in public. No staying the night.” God forbid Sam got the wrong impression. “I can do that. No problem. I can be flexible as long as I get to fuck you when no one is watching.”

She blushed at his words. Or maybe at what they implied—he didn’t know—but she nodded. “Okay.”

“Good.” The bitterness in his tone didn’t go unnoticed by him, but unwilling to dwell on that, he concentrated on what they were here for: fucking.

Still on his knees, he folded her legs up and wide and started methodically pounding into her, hard but slow. She grabbed the sheets, her tits bouncing at each thrust.

It didn’t take long for her to become sweaty, flushed, and desperate. She reached for her clit.

He stopped midway in, watching for a second as she caressed herself and arched her back, her pussy tightening around him, trying to get him deeper.

“I don’t think so, babe. Hands up on the bars.”

“But I need—”

“I’m in charge here. When I want you to touch yourself, I’ll tell you to.”

“I’m so close,” she whispered, her hand still on her clit. “And you love when I come all over you.”

He smiled. He’d forgotten how cute she looked when she wanted to get her way. But that wasn’t him anymore.

He thrust into her as deep as he could. Then stopped moving. “Grab the bars, or I’ll stop fucking you. Your choice, baby.”

She pouted but obeyed. “Your way, right?”

Clever girl. “My way.”

After all, he needed to protect himself somehow, didn’t he? If she started calling the shots in bed, then he would be done in.

He pulled a bit out, purposely pressing the metal ball on the topside on her G-spot. Then, as she cried out and lifted her hips, he surged deep inside her, making sure her clit didn’t get any contact but poking that glowing point in the back wall that had her all but melting.

“I promise you’ll never walk away from me unsatisfied. Ever. The day that happens, we’ll change the rules, and you’ll be allowed to do as you please, but until then, you’ll take it as I give it to you, and you touch yourself when I tell you to. Are we clear?”

“Perfectly,” she whispered, her smoky eyes glazed from passion.

Man, she was a sight to behold, all that mouthwatering, sun-kissed skin gleaming with sweat and those soft curves tempting him and that mane of black hair all over the sheets.

Gripping the backs of her thighs, he set up a slow rhythm that had Kyra squirming and moaning.

He was working his cock inside her, hitting all the spots, finishing every plunge with a grind, never giving enough friction to the clit. With every thrust she cried out and gripped him tighter, and his cock got harder, which should have been physically impossible, because he was so hard he could cut diamonds with it.

“Mike. I’m dying here,” she pleaded between pants, grabbing the bars so tight he could see the strain in her forearms. “Please, please. Let me come.”

“Soon, baby,” he answered, speeding his movements. “Your pussy is almost ready to blow.”

He felt it and saw it at the same time—her coming totally undone. Her pussy lips started convulsing around his thrusting cock, her inner muscles clamping on him. She arched and screamed, coming so hard she almost took him with her.

She orgasmed for fucking ever, her whole body locked in pleasure while he did his damnedest to ride the wave. Then, as she was coming down, he reached for her clit and ruthlessly began rubbing it, sending her even higher.

Her mouth was open, but she wasn’t screaming anymore. She was shaking, her pussy milking him with sharp contractions that floored him. Unable to hold out any longer, he planted himself deep inside her and with a roar gave in.

He fell on her.

At some point she peeled her hands from the bars and hugged him. “That thing you got on your dick is going to kill me.”

Mike chuckled against her chest. “Not if your pussy kills me first, kitten.”

They were silent for a while, both still breathing hard. “By the way, I don’t remember this fixation with ripping my underwear.”

“It’s fairly recent,” he admitted. The other women he’d fucked over these past years, he didn’t really have any burning interest in seeing naked. If they lost their clothes, cool, fast access. If not, then whatever. Pussy was pussy, and he could as easily lift their skirts, move the panties aside, and nail them from behind. No need to look at their faces either. Now? Now everything was different; he wanted to strip every single stitch of clothing off her. With his damn teeth.

“Well, it’s good I still favor simple, boring cotton undies, and not the fancy, expensive stuff, huh?”

“They were never boring.” That was one of the thousand things he’d loved about Kyra. Sensible, plain underwear. He’d fucked many women clad in expensive lingerie since then. Not one had been as sexy as Kyra. “Do you still go for the ones with silly imprints on the crotch?”

“Got worse. Now it’s me and Sam picking out underwear. She’s sillier than me.”

“And the plain white boy shorts you’ve been wearing for the posing?”

She wiggled her eyebrows. “Undercover, baby.”

He laughed against her sweat-slicked skin. Fuck, he’d forgotten this. Not only the mind-blowing sex, but the complicity too. Being able to laugh, relaxed in his lover’s arms, his dick still deep inside her long after he’d released. He hadn’t had that since Kyra.

As he shifted a bit, he felt his cum dripping down. She noticed it too. “We need to talk about condoms, Mike.”

“I told you I’m clean,” he answered, unable to hide the exasperation in his tone. “I’ve always suited up with everyone. I will not use condoms with you. I will come inside you, and you will accept me.”

She cleared her throat. “I believe you’re clean, but to forgo condoms, I would need some sort of exclusivity. I mean—”

“Not fucking anyone else but you,” he growled.

“It would need to stay that way for the duration of…”

Mike stiffened. “We were together for five years. I dated you for two before taking your virginity. Not even once did I stray. Not before, and as sure as fuck not after. As long as I’m fucking you, I will not touch anyone else, and I take offense at you implying differently.”

She blushed. “I just wanted to make sure. It has been seven years, and you’ve been…”

“Whoring around,” he finished her sentence.

She didn’t correct him, and suddenly, lying there together, their groins glued together and still mildly spasming, felt too intimate. She probably agreed, because as soon as he withdrew, she pushed herself off the bed and went to clean herself. That annoyed him. She’d never cleaned his cum off that fast. He would stay inside her for as long as his cock remained hard, and as he had always had it badly for her, he could maintain a half erection almost all night. Sometimes he liked to rest his cock on the crevice of her ass and cover her pussy with his hand, keeping his cum inside her or feeling their combined juices slowly drip out of her.

She’d always complained about the mess they made in the sheets, but she’d never pushed him away.

Those times were gone, though.

When she came out of the bathroom, she seemed surprised he was still there. “You should go.”

“Not done fucking you, but don’t worry. I’ll leave before the morning.”

She faltered for a second but then went back to bed and curled in the other corner. He went from annoyed to pissed off in an instant.

“What are you doing?”

“Hmmm, sleeping a bit before we start again? I’m a little tired, and I sleep better alone.”

“Since when?”

“New habit.”

He hauled her back against his chest. “I don’t know where this is coming from, but you better knock it off right away.”

“What?”

“This aggravating habit you seem to have developed in these past seven years of curling up to sleep by yourself. It’s not going to fly with me. If you let me fuck you, you will have to let me cuddle you.” At least for as long as he was in her bed.

* * * *

As Kyra slowly stirred, she opened her eyes. Total darkness met her, and her heart leaped to her mouth. Panicking, she blinked, but no change. Still all black. Oh God. She willed her heart to slow down and her lungs to drag in air, but her throat had closed down. She couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t see. Frantic, she tried lifting off the bed, but she couldn’t move either. She had her back against something hard, and a heavy weight on her side and waist was keeping her in place. Gasping for air she wasn’t getting, she struggled, trying uselessly to free herself and reach for the lamp.

“What the hell?” someone said, tightening his grip around her waist, immobilizing her. It took a long second for her to recognize the owner of that sleep-roughened voice. Mike. It was Mike.

“Let…go,” she panted, tears threatening.

“What is it, babe?” His concerned tone soothed her but not enough, and she kept thrashing. He loosened his hold on her.

“Air… Can’t breathe… Lights,” she barely got out, gasping. “Too dark… Need light.”

“Here,” he said as he moved over her. There was a
click
, and light bathed the room.

With the oppressive darkness gone, she managed to gulp some air down, but the panic had taken root in her. She scrambled off the bed and ran to the window. After pushing the curtain aside, she opened the window with shaky hands, the cool night air hitting her on the face right away. Panic receded, and little by little, her lungs opened, allowing her to draw in breath.

She could feel Mike’s heavy presence behind her. “Kyra, baby. What—”

She concentrated on breathing.
Breathe in. Breathe out
. Nice and easy until she could put some words together without choking. “Who closed the curtain? It’s always open.”