On the Corner of Heartache and Hopeful--MIC (6 page)

Desire sparked
his green eyes. “Liked that, did you?”

She rolled a
shoulder. “Couldn’t you tell?”

He chuckled, his
chest rasping her sensitive nipples. “Yeah, I could kinda tell. Maybe we can do
that again,” he mumbled against her lips. “Right now, though, you ready for me
to move a little?”

“Okay.” She
clenched her jaw in preparation.

He lifted up a
few inches then sank back down. No pain, just a complete fullness that filled
her with wonder. His teeth grazed her earlobe and an army of shivers marched
down her skin. He maintained a steady tempo with his hips. She soon matched the
cadence.

This was really
happening. Scott was really here. Holding her. Moving within her.

Making love to
her.

She yanked his hair
to bring his mouth back to hers. She pushed her tongue past his lips and kissed
him as though he were her only source of life.

Which he was.

He responded to
her aggressive passion by pumping into her faster. She pulled her legs up
against his sides and with a primal snarl, he wedged her knees under his arm
and drove even harder and deeper.

She couldn’t
see, couldn’t breathe, only feel. Feel the power of him on her, in her,
surrounding her, possessing her. Making her whole.

Mic’s insides
trembled and swelled again, as they had before. Only this time, her climax was
cataclysmic in size. She tore her mouth away to kiss his face, shoulders, arms,
anything she could reach. Her hands locked behind his neck in an unyielding
hold as she pressed the back into the pillow. She was ready to shatter apart,
break into millions of pieces and fly up to the sky to become a new
constellation. The constellation of passion and belonging.

She started to
shout as her body convulsed, but Scott was there, his mouth absorbing her
cries, making them part of him. An instant later, his movements quicken and she
heard a strangled groan. He then crumbled down.

His heart
pounded against her breast, its erratic rhythm matching her pulse. Still, her
body hummed. The books hadn’t been lies after all. Anything but.

He rolled them
both to the side in one fluid motion and hiked her leg up onto his hip to
remain inside her. “Wow.”

She drew in a
stuttering breath. “Yeah. Wow.”

“You okay?”

“I’m great.”

He draped her
hair across his body. “I love your hair. So soft and sexy and long.”

Silence wove
through the space surrounding them. She closed her eyes, relishing his
closeness.

His voice broke
the serenity. “I hate to ask, Mic, but I gotta know. Did I meet your
expectations tonight?”

The uncertainty
in his voice melted her heart. She snuggled closer. “I didn’t really have
expectations because I had nothing to compare. Unless you count the porn
movies.”

“Porn?
You
?”

Indignation
stiffened her spine. She angled her chin to meet his gaze. “Why not me?”

Scott blew out a
breath between pursed lips. “No offense, but after everything tonight, you
jumping outta your skin every time I touched you and that little detail about
you being a virgin, the reality that you watch porn is…surprising.”

“Do you think it’s
sick and twisted?”

“Absolutely
not.”

Her muscles
unwound and she laid her cheek on his arm. “Those male actors have got nothing
on you, by the way. Trust me.”

His arms
tightened around her. “Thanks.”

She stroked her
fingers across his chest. “I remember one movie where the girl was tied up
while the guy did, you know, his thing.”

Scott’s body
stilled. “Tied up?”

“It wasn’t like
whips and chains tied up, but there were these cloth handcuffs on the
headboard.” She gave a small shrug. “I thought it was pretty hot.”

“Really?”

The word was
lost on a huge yawn.

“Sorry,” he
muttered when she arched an eyebrow.

“Does all this
talk about porn movies bore you? Do
I
bore you?”

“Of course not.”
He gave her a wicked grin. “And you know that. I just haven’t slept worth a
damn since the news about Nonie.” Another yawn.

She pushed away
from him. “I should go then so you can get need some sleep.”

His arms came
around her like vise grips. “Not a chance. You’re going nowhere, understand?”

“But—”

He cuddled her
face to his chest, effectively silencing any more protest.

Chapter Nine

Scott had never felt such an
absolute sense of contentment. All the success and money he’d achieved in New
York seemed a paltry substitute for the quiet joy he now experienced. With Mic
sleeping in his arms, the musky aroma of their lovemaking saturating his
senses, he couldn’t think of any other place he’d rather be. Or any other woman
he’d rather be with.

His hand made
long, slow strokes over her hair. He took care not to wake her. If he touched
her tresses every day for the rest of his life he doubted that would be enough.
The word perfect dominated his mind. Everything about her was perfect. Perfect
hair, personality, body. Perfect woman—for him.

Whoa.
His
mind screeched to a halt.

What the hell
was he thinking? He and Mic couldn’t have a permanent future together. They
were strangers for God’s sake.

But that wasn’t
completely true, he reasoned. They’d known each other since high school when
he’d come to live with Nonie. Mic had been a year younger. Even then, she’d
been a grease monkey. Now he understood why. How different would her life have
been had her mother stayed in the picture instead of just her mechanic dad?
She’d probably still be up to her elbows in grease. He smiled to himself. He
could imagine her no other way.

She stirred
beside him and his cock jerked. He squinted at the bedside clock. Almost one in
the morning. When they gotten to the room, it’d been 8:30. His batteries were
re-charged and ready for action.

Her confession
about watching porn surged more blood to his groin. She didn’t have to admit
the scene with the woman handcuffed to the headboard had turned her on. The
breathiness in her voice told him as much. Though Scott had never experimented
with bondage, he could see the allure. Maybe she’d like a little role playing.
He knew he would. The fact he didn’t have cloth handcuffs didn’t deter him. He
had her pantyhose.

As he slipped
out of bed, her lips puckered into a slight pout and she rolled onto her
stomach, his pillow stuffed under her cheek. He partially closed the bathroom
door then flipped on the light to locate the discarded pantyhose. His blood
churned hot and thick at the thought of what was coming. It cooled quickly when
he realized the bed didn’t have a headboard. However, the bedside lamps were
bolted to the nightstands on either side. Not exactly like the porn movie, but
close enough.

He knew the
pantyhose wouldn’t stretch across the queen bed to be circled around the two
lamps then tied to Mic’s hands. A single lamp would have to do. He looped the
pantyhose on the base of one lamp then faced his second challenge of how to get
Mic, who was sprawled facedown and crossways on the bed, onto her back without
waking her.

He gently tugged
the pillow out from beneath her head. Her forehead scrunched in an adorable
protest as her grip tightened, but he maintained the constant pressure.
Ultimately she released the cushion and flopped over, an arm thrown across her
face. Heat encased his cock at her pebbled nipples jutting into the air.

Later
.

In painstakingly
slow moves that had sweat percolating on his skin and his erection aching, he
bound first one wrist then her other in loose pantyhose knots. Sighs whispered
from her throat and her hands flexed slightly, otherwise she didn’t move. Scott
stroked his throbbing length while examining his handiwork. Moonlight streaked
across her naked body giving her skin an alabaster glow. Uncontrollable lust
mingled with urgent protectiveness.

She was so
vulnerable right now. As much as that turned him on, he worried that being tied
up might frightened Mic. His desire dampened. Rather than bail on the idea, he
decided to just wake her up real slow, starting at her feet. That should give
her plenty of time to object.

He knelt on the
floor, tenderly gripped her ankles and licked her left instep in a long, slow
caress of his tongue. Her foot strained against his hold, but he held firm. He
then sucked her toes into his mouth, ending with a tiny nip on each the fleshy
pad. By the time he’d finished with her right foot, blood hammered in his cock.

He widened her
legs slightly and drew his tongue from her ankle bone to the inside of her
knee. Her legs quivered.

“Scott…”

She sounded warm
and drugged and not quite conscious. He bit lightly at the responsive skin
halfway between her knee and pussy. Her body jolted.

“Scott.”

Knowing she was
fully alert now, he looked up.

Her gaze drilled
into him. “What the hell are you doing?”

His lips hitched
up. “Thought I’d give you a little fantasy.” He pushed to his feet, his small
grin gone. “But if you’re not okay with this, tell me and we’ll quit.”

Mic craned her
neck to look at the nylon secured to the lamp. She easily slithered one wrist
free then wormed it back into the loop. Her fingers latched onto the pantyhose
to pull it taut. She twisted back around, stared at his rock hard cock and
licked her lips, hunger sparking her eyes. “What are you going to do?”

Relief swamped
him as his cock thundered. “Anything I want?”

“And if I don’t
like it?”

“Then tell me to
stop. You’re in charge.”

“What if I want
to tie you up?”

His impossibly
hard erection swelled even more. “Do you?” he croaked out.

A soft smile
lifted the corners of her mouth. “Maybe next time.”

He knelt back on
the bed. “So you’re okay doing this?”

Her molten gaze
almost ignited him. “Yes.”

With blood
battering in his ears, Scott whispered his fingers up her calves to the inside
of her knees. Shivers peppered her skin and she squirmed from his touch. In a
quick move, he grasped behind her knees, hauling her toward him.

A yelp erupted
from her lips. “Hey!”

Ignoring her, he
shoved her legs into the air and held her ankles in one hand while grabbing a
pillow with his other and stuffing it under her butt. The angle exposed her
lushness to his feasting eyes. He pressed her legs wider and descended to
nibble the inside of her thigh. He worried the delicate flesh between his teeth
before biting a bit harder. She gasped a moan which dissolved into a purr.

He lifted a
fraction to study the reddening tissue. He tongued the bruised spot before
glancing at her. “I’ve marked you. Guess that means your mine.”

Her graceful
throat muscles labored. “Guess it does.”

Across the
expanse of her beautiful body, he held her gaze while tugging her knees behind
his neck. Her lashes lowered, but didn’t close. He brushed back the tangle of
her hair to reveal her shining, wet clit. He flicked it with his tongue and
spasms rippled through her leg muscles. Securing her with one hand across her
hips, he slipped a finger through her sleek folds until finding her entrance.
He slipped in and out at a leisurely pace, in direct opposition to the urgency
bashing through his veins. But he refused to rush. If the twitching of her body
was any indication, Mic felt the same need as him.

He glanced up.
Passion etched her features as her white-knuckled grasp on the pantyhose had it
strung tighter than a banjo string. The fire in his gut burned hotter. He
pushed a second finger in, seeking her g-spot. By the sound of her staggering
gasp, he found it.

“Scott…”

“What, baby?” He
swirled his fingers high inside her. “You need to come?”

Her back bowed.
“You know I do.”

“Say the magic
word.”

“
Pul-eeeeeeaze
.”

The word became
a keening wail when he sucked her clit into his mouth. Her hips undulated
wildly, the taste of her cum sweeter than sugar on his tongue. He couldn’t
believe this was the same woman, who just hours ago, shirked from his touch.

Again, her
orgasm lasted longer than he expected, her body continuing to pop and twitch as
he glided her legs off his neck. They flopped to the mattress like the bones
were missing. Mic’s chest heaved with each of her winded breaths. He snatched
his last condom packet and ripped it open. In the process of rolling it on his
agonizing dick, he paused.

Maybe this
wasn’t a good idea. She had to be sore, considering he was her first lover.
Ever. He could just go to the bathroom to jack-off…

“What’s wrong?”

He rifled his
gaze to hers. A worry line marred her smooth forehead. “Um, nothing. I was just
thinking we should wait.”

Mic catapulted
up, but her bound hands kept her on her back. “Why?”

“Don’t
you…hurt?”

“I’m fine.”

He shook his
head. “This isn’t a good idea—”

The heel of her foot
landed square on his leg muscle. “Ow.”

She glared at
him. “This is my fantasy. Don’t even think about quitting now.”

“You’re sure?”

“Geez,
yes
.
Are you this paranoid with all the women you sleep with?”

He finished
securing the rubber. “Only the virgin ones.”

“Not a virgin
any more, Mr. Trehune. You took care of that earlier. Or don’t you remember?”

He smiled a
tense grin, encouraging her thighs wider then easing his thick head into her
slick pussy. “Not something I’m bound to ever forget, Ms. Anderson.”

Despite what
she’d said, Mic was still tight, too tight to take him in one stab. Clenching
his jaw to keep the pressure slow and even, he soon felt her channel growing
slicker and wetter. She bounced to meet him, but he held her hips secure. Last
thing he intended was to hurt her. Once seated to the hilt within her hot heat,
he
skated
his hands up her quivering arms, which were
still extended over her head, and interlaced their fingers. He captured her
lips. She sparred with his tongue as he pumped his hips nice and easy.