Mica (Rebel Wayfarers MC) (35 page)

She angled her head to look up at him, and then slowly moved one hand down to cover his, where it was touching her. He instructed her again, “Look at the TV,” and then rolled his hand over, cupping hers within his much larger one. Twining their fingers together, he slowly moved their hands between her legs, stroking slowly across the fabric again.

Gently, he used their fingers to press the satin of her panties against her sensitive flesh, using the texture to slide and glide across her clit and between her lips. Pressing into the bundle of nerves with the heel of their joined palms, he pushed down hard, and her eyes came back to him, seeing he was looking at what they were doing together. “Eyes on the TV, baby,” he reminded her, “I want to watch you.”

Reaching up with his other hand, he tugged on one side of her panties, tearing them at the hip and moved them to one side. With their joined fingers, he stroked down and back up, fingertips separating her there and dipping inside. Frustrated over his limited view of her, he moved, and before she knew what was happening, he had her sitting in his spot on the couch, her hand still where he’d positioned it, and he was kneeling on the floor between her spread legs. “I want inside you, baby,” he said, kissing her hip as he watched her finger slowly thrust inside herself.

Hearing the sounds of pleasure coming from both the TV and the woman in front of him, Daniel surrendered and covered her with his mouth, sucking her clit in deep and flicking it hard with his tongue. Mica stiffened, and he looked up to see her watching him, her mouth a soundless O of surprise. Her free hand moved to his hair, and her head fell back as she felt him slide his finger inside with hers, stroking deep and hard while he continued to stimulate her clit.

“Daniel,” came a gasp, and then he felt her clench around their fingers, pressing her hips up to push against his mouth as she went over the edge into her climax. “Oh, God,” she whispered, sliding her hand from his hair to his face. “Daniel—” she stopped, biting her lip.

“Tell me what you want, baby,” he said, pulling their hands to his mouth and sucking her juices off slowly, provocatively sliding their fingers into and out of his mouth.

“I want you,” she told him, sliding her thumb across his wet bottom lip, “please.” He stood, pulling his shirt off and tossing it without looking, his hands now working on his belt and jeans. Pulling his wallet out, he handed it to her without a word, and she opened it, pulling out the condom from an inner pocket while he finished undressing.

Starting at her feet, he kissed the arch and then along the inside of her sensitive ankle, smiling when he heard her harshly indrawn breath when he bit her gently. Moving back and forth between her legs, he worked his way up, fingers cupping, massaging, and sliding along as he dragged his tongue behind each knee, dropping soft kisses on the ticklish spots. Pushing her legs apart with his shoulders, he used his fingers and thumbs to open her, and thrust his tongue deep inside. Moving up to flick her clit, he continued until he felt her shifting against the couch, and thrust his tongue inside her again, filling her while he circled her clit with one hard thumb.

Finding a rhythm she matched with her hips, he continued to fuck her with his tongue, alternating long licks with flicks of her clit. He wrapped one strong arm around her thigh, pulling her tight against his mouth, even as she writhed on the couch. Her fingers found his hair again, tugging and pulling, holding him against her as she caught her breath. “Daniel, oh, God,” was all she got out before she broke apart under him again, her inner walls rippling and clenching on his tongue.

Moving quickly, he turned her length-wise on the couch and laid between her legs, nestled and cradled by her hips. He took the condom from where she’d dropped it on her chest, sitting up on his knees long enough to tear open the wrapper and sheath his cock. Fisting himself firmly, he lined the engorged head with her opening. “Beautiful Mica,” he asked softly, “are you ready for me?”

As she reached between them, slowly stroking her fingertips along his shaft, wrapping her hand around his cock alongside his own, she raised her eyes to his and nodded. “So ready, Daniel. I want you.” He needed no other invitation; sliding inside her and trapping their hands between his pelvis and hers, he stroked back out to the tip, letting her touch him again, feeling the slippery wetness gained from her arousal and climaxes.

“Mica, baby, I’ve…God…so tight,” he muttered, shifting to prop himself up on one elbow. She kept her fingers between them, stroking herself and him as he pumped in and out of her. “Tell me what you need, baby,” he groaned, “Tell me. I don’t know how long…God…so hot.” She nodded and started moving her hips against him, taking him deeper with every stroke.

Her fingertips were an added sensation, and when she shifted her arm and reached further to cup his balls, he drew in a surprised breath. Eyes locked on hers, he moved faster, thrusting in hard, grinding her arm into her clit with each thrust. She bit her lip hard, nodding again, and her hand moved over his hip to cup his ass, pulling him in deeper each time they came together.

“Daniel,” she licked her lips, “nearly there.” She took in a deep breath and he crashed his mouth down on hers, kissing her hard as his hips moved at a frantic pace, chasing his own climax. “I taste myself,” she whispered, biting at his lips. Mica threw her head back, pressing hard into the arm of the couch behind her as she came, dragging him over the edge with her. He thrust hard and held, then stroked in and out again before seating himself deep inside her, growling her name into her shoulder as he came.

They lay together for long minutes, Daniel holding her tightly as he struggled to control his breath. Covered with a sheen of sweat, they slipped along each other’s body, and she laughed when her bra pulled up over her breast, exposing her nipple. He leaned down, gripping it between his lips and tugging, hearing her breath catch.

“I didn’t even make it here, did I?” he teased, licking her breast and nipple, and then blowing a cool stream of air across it, he watched it pebble and harden. “Next time,” he promised her, and watched the light come into her eyes, “next time, baby.”

***

It wasn’t long until she had effectively moved into his bedroom, saying she slept better when she was lying next to him. He loved having her in his home, and his bed, and loved even more being able to take care of her. He reveled in getting to know her better.

Before he knew it, it was only a few days until Christmas. Daniel had previously talked Mica into staying with him through the holidays; she was easy to convince.

They went to a party at Jackson’s to see their friends, and she laughed hard at the look on Mason’s face when Brandy presented him with a platter of his favorite cupcakes as his gift. Daniel watched her move through the room, pausing beside each person or group, and talking familiarly with the players and club members alike. She seemed very at home and comfortable, but she looked for him often, smiling when her eyes met his across the room.

They spent Christmas Day in Mukwonago with his family, where they had relaxed and enjoyed both each other and the company. She worked alongside his mother in the kitchen, fixing dinner for Daniel and his two brothers, teasing and laughing with them. After eating, she snuggled into his side on the couch, dozing off with her head on his chest. His arms around her, he watched football without really seeing the game; his focus was on the warmth blanketing him, and her calm, steady breath.

His mom came in, seeing them nestled on the couch, and told him quietly she’d made up his room for them, hoping they’d stay the night. He kissed the top of Mica’s head, nodding at his mom. She reached out and cupped his cheek, saying, “I really like her, Danny. She’s a keeper, son.”

His arms tightened, holding her closely. “I really like her, too.”

Waking up the next morning, Mica moved up onto one elbow in bed, sweeping her hair out of her face with one hand. Smiling at him, she asked quietly, “Daniel, are we in bed together at your mom’s house? Is she okay with this?”

He laughed loudly at the question. “Beautiful, I’d like to think I’m old enough to have a boy-girl sleepover, but relax; Mom is the one who made the bed. You went to sleep on the couch. I hated to wake you up, only to take a long car ride home.”

Flopping backwards, Mica bounced on the mattress a little. Twisting her neck to look at him, she grinned. “Nice mattress, Daniel. Good springs.”

He laughed again. “Is that a challenge, Mica?” Reaching for her, he stroked one hand down her throat, sliding down and cupping her breast in his palm. Warming and plumping it with his fingers, he tweaked the nipple through the shirt she had on.

“Oh, Daniel, that feels good,” she breathed, reaching for him with her arms. He rose over her, dipping his head to capture her lips in a soft kiss. They moved together with familiar sensuality, his knee between her legs, forcing them wide as he slid so she cradled his hips with her own. His hand moved under her shirt, and she gasped softly at the sensation of skin on skin.

Running her own hands down his back, she tugged on the waistband of his pajamas, pushing them over his hips. His erect cock sprang free, and she lifted her hips, pressing him against her core. One arm holding himself off her, he reached down with the other to pull her panties down, and then stripped off his own clothes. She reached over her head, pulling her shirt off and tossing it to one side, arching her back and pressing her breasts up against the hard planes of his chest.

Daniel shifted to her side, one leg remaining between her thighs, and slid a hand down to ease his fingers between her folds. He groaned as he felt the wetness there, slowly stroking her and spreading the lips wide so he could dip a finger inside her. He pumped it slowly in and out of her, using his thumb to caress her clit. She cupped a hand around the back of his neck, pulling his face back down to hers for a long, slow kiss.

He added a second finger, continuing the slow rhythm he had established, feeling the shudders beginning to move through her body. She moaned into his mouth, and he swallowed the noise with a hard kiss, slanting his mouth across hers again and again.

“Beautiful, come for me; I feel the greedy pull of your pussy. You want this, baby. You need it. God, I need you. Come for me,” he murmured against her lips, moving his fingers in and out of her faster. The tips of his fingers stroked across the pulsing spot on her inside wall, and he felt her clench around his fingers.

“Come for me,” he urged her again, and she stiffened underneath him, her neck arching backwards, breaking the kiss.

Her hands moved into his hair, tugging and pulling him against her. “Daniel, I want you inside me. Please, I need you.”

He removed his fingers slowly, sliding them out of her and up over her clit, flicking and teasing it as they moved up. He wrapped his fingers around his cock, rubbing himself with his dripping wet fingers.

He bent his head down, kissing her again as he moved back between her legs. She cradled him there again, wrapping her arms and legs around him, holding him tightly. He positioned himself, sliding the head of his cock between the lips of her sex, warning her, “Hold on, beautiful.” Stroking inside her fast and deep, he held there for a moment, stilling at the exquisite feeling of her heat wrapped around him.

Daniel shifted one hand down, cupping her ass and tipping her hips up. He started moving then, building quickly to a fast pace, driving deep inside her with each long, hard stroke. “I’m not going to last long,” he groaned into her ear. “God, you make me crazy. I love being inside you, moving with you like this.” She nipped at his ear, kissing along the edge of his jaw to his lips. He turned his head and kissed her hard, his tongue ravaging her mouth as they both breathed frantically.

Mica tipped her hips again, and he slid further inside her, pounding against her womb. She groaned loudly, and he covered her mouth with his again, swallowing the sounds of her climax. The clenching of her tightness around him was the trigger he needed, and he buried his cock deep inside her, stilling as he came.

Resting his forehead on her shoulder, Daniel tried to slow his breathing, aware of Mica’s hands roaming restlessly across his back and shoulders. He tightened his abdominal muscles, twitching and moving his still-hard cock inside her, grinning against her skin as she jumped. Slapping his shoulder lightly, she chided him, “Daniel, don’t.” He did it again, and then laughed as she retaliated by tightening her vaginal muscles hard around him.

He kissed her collarbone. “Do that again…”, kiss “and again…”, kiss “and again.” She obliged, and they laughed together as his softening cock slid slowly out of her. “Beautiful…Mica, I love you,” he whispered, and waited for her response. She took in a breath, and he looked to see her eyes had closed. Sighing, he kissed her collarbone again, and shifted his weight off of her. “I’ll get a washcloth—be right back.” He rolled out of bed, grabbing his pajamas and stepping into them.

Coming back into the bedroom, he saw she’d pulled the sheet back up to her shoulders, covering herself modestly. He sat on the edge of the bed, tugging the sheet back down. “I have a warm, wet cloth, baby. Let me take care of you.”

Mica looked into his face and whispered, “Daniel, we forgot a condom.”

He stilled. “I know; I realized afterwards. It never crossed my mind, Mica.” He smiled. “You felt so good;
we
were so good.”

She sat up, pulling the sheet back up to cover her breasts, hissing at him, “We didn’t use a
condom
, Daniel.”