Earth(88)
I crossed my arms. "Fine. Let's do this." I turned back to Micah. "But I'm only taking a little. Just enough to—"
Micah's lips pressed against mine, cutting me off. I stumbled back as he pushed forward. We finally collided against the brick wall, and he pinned me against it.
"Micah, wait."
I didn't want to do it here – in the open and in front of Natasha.
His hands snaked down my waist and to the inside of my thighs.
I yelped.
He immediately covered my mouth with his again. "We can't have that happening." I felt his lips curl up in a smile. He pulled on the blue band at my arm, removing it.
"What are you doing?" I whispered, looking around him for Natasha. I caught her silhouette disappearing around the corner where the large group had been.
He pulled the stretchy band over my head, positioning it in between my teeth. It wasn't going to muffle any moans, but damn – it felt sexy.
He pulled back my hair, and whispered in my ear, "The Great Rite works several different ways. As long as we are both aroused, there can be an energy exchange." One of his hands unzipped my pants. "I'm aroused Kaitlyn – are you?"
My eyebrows rose. I couldn't answer that. Not very well, anyway.
He shimmied my pants down past my hips, all the way to my ankles. I gripped the loose fabric of his shirt, ready to pull him up in case someone rounded the corner. When his fingers went to the elastic line of my panties, I squeaked.
"Shh," he said. "What? You think it's my turn to undress?"
I nodded.
"I told you, there is more than one way to do this."
And I'm sure we'll get to all of them, whether I like it or not. He was so stubborn sometimes – though I wasn't putting up much of a fight. Who would?
He tugged, and I was bare from waist to knee.
"We don't have a lot of time, so I'll just get right to the point." Micah stood, rubbing up against me; he was already hard. My hands went to his buckle.
He caught me at the wrists. "No, no, no. I'm in charge tonight. Don't make me tie you up." He lifted my wrists above my head, pinning them with one large, viselike hand. His other hand slithered down my torso, leaving a path of goose bumps, until he reached my outer thigh.
My whole body tensed as he made small circles with the tip of his finger, slowly working his way in between my legs. With each circle, my heart beat harder, rising into my throat.
I thought he was going to get to the point?
On cue, his finger traced my opening. Back and forth, back and forth. I tried giving him better access but my legs were shackled by my own clothing. It was pure torture.
"Stay still." His tongue darted in and out of my ear once, then again. "Just waiting for…"
He swished his finger once, the sweet sound of liquid accompanying the movement. "…that."
He thrust his finger inside me. I threw my head back in ecstasy, the rough brick catching strands of hair. His lips moved to my exposed neck. He withdrew his hand, tracing me again.
"Don't stop," the words came out slurred and muffled.
"I don't know Kaitlyn – seems like I give and give and give. Seems I need something in return." His mouth moved lower, closer to my nipple.
I groaned. "Anything, just…do it again."
"Anything?" He paused.
I couldn't nod fast enough.
"Good girl." He thrust two fingers inside, several times in a row. His teeth found my nipple through my thin shirt. Heat raced through my midsection, threatening to engulf me in flames.
He stopped again.
I gritted my teeth to keep from screaming in frustration.
"I decided what I want."
I opened my eyes. Even in the dark, I could see those green irises boring into me.
"You give me what I want…and I'll give you what you want." His hand in between my legs shifted, and I felt the tips of three fingers at my entrance. He lowered his voice even further, "Do you want this, Kaitlyn."
"Yes." I nodded. Dear God, yes!
"I want you to win this fight tonight, Kaitlyn. And I want you to come out alive and well."
I blinked. Technically, that was three things. He pressed his fingers in, a little bit at a time, then stopped. "Will you do that for me, Kaitlyn?"
Three for three; seemed fair. I nodded again.
He released my wrists in order to remove the band from my mouth. "Promise me, Kaitlyn. Out loud. Promise me you'll be okay tonight."
My hand went to his cheek. "Yes, Micah. I promise."
He bit the inside of his cheek, nodding – accepting my promise. His bicep flexed, and all three fingers entered me. I threw my head back again and moaned, not caring who heard me. My fingers curled in, scraping his cheek along the way.