OGs: Deep Down (34 page)

Mike turned to her, his clear blue eyes soft. “You okay, babe?”

She nodded. Perfect end for a perfectly lazy picnic day. They’d started it off by oversleeping and staying in bed until Sam came and began jumping up and down on it, demanding food. After overindulging in pancakes with tons of syrup, they spent the day goofing around in the swimming pool Mike had brought two days ago. He’d kept his word; it was a portable one but still big enough to really enjoy. Sam had gone crazy with the trampoline, jumping from it again and again until she realized Mike was bringing some wooden planks into the yard.

He’d dropped them in a corner, near a big old tree.
“I thought we could get started on that tree house you keep talking about.”

Sam’s eyes had opened wide.
“Really? Am I getting a tree house?”

Mike had smirked.
“I don’t know. How good a hand are you? Because I can’t do it alone, and your mom is, as we all know, DIY challenged. She’s more into Destroy It Yourself projects.”

“Hey,”
Kyra had protested halfheartedly while Sam exploded into laughter.

“Baby, the IKEA couch table you tried to put together the other day? You botched it, and it was basically a board and four legs.”

“Missing the Nordic gene, remember?”

Mike and Sam had spent the afternoon planning and building the tree house Sam had always wanted, Kyra watching from the sidelines, sunbathing and attempting to tend to the plants. She loved the outdoors, but she didn’t know the first thing about plants. When she got tired of ripping what she hoped were weeds and not flowers yet to bloom, she’d gone in and prepared a picnic with some of the food Amanda had given them yesterday when they were visiting.

Mike had come to join her, but Sam had been too excited and had eaten only a couple of strawberries before returning to admire her almost ready tree house, going up and down the ladder, bringing up toys.

Sam had been running herself silly the whole day and was still going on pure sugar fumes. As Kyra thought about it, Sam jumped over them, facedown. Half her body was on Kyra, the other half on Mike, her arms outstretched over Kyra’s and Mike’s chests.

Sam started talking to Mike about the tree house, but in two minutes she was out like a light, quietly snoring.

Kyra had trouble breathing, and it had nothing to do with Sam’s light weight on her. Sam had never, ever done that with her father. She had never lain on top of him, talked his ear off, and fallen asleep.

Kyra caressed Sam’s small arm. Some press-on tattoos had disappeared, but most were still intact.

“She ran out of gas,” Mike whispered, a smile on his lips.

Kyra breathed deeply, willing her heart to slow down. “She’s doing better.”

It had been a week since Drake’s arrest. Sam had had nightmares, but she was improving. Kyra too. It was all thanks to Mike. He hadn’t moved from their side, shielding them as much as humanly possible from everything.

She caught Mike looking at her eye and clenching his jaw. It wasn’t black anymore; it was yellow, the color fading already, but he still took it as a personal affront. He’d spent many nights kissing it, mumbling to her how sorry he was that he hadn’t been there to stop Drake from laying a hand on her. She’d told him time and again he had stopped Drake. Whenever she saw the bandage on his side, she shuddered, realizing how much he’d risked to save her.

She reached for him, trying to smooth the frown from his face. “I’m fine,” she whispered. Before she could say anything else, she heard the chime of her phone.

“My girls. They’ve sent me a video of their final routine,” she said as she brought the cell between them so Mike could watch.

“Didn’t you guys decide to keep today a free day to rest before the competition tomorrow?”

Kyra smiled. “They’re too eager. Can’t stand still. I doubt they’ll sleep a wink tonight.”

“They’re good,” he said as they watched.

Yes, they were. The routine was fantastic, full of energy and spontaneity, and with the costumes on, they looked great.

“They will kick ass, babe. I’m very proud of you,” he whispered as he brushed her mouth with his.

“They’re great kids, and they’ve worked very hard for this.”

She turned the video off, left the phone on the ground, and looked up into the sky again. This all felt so right. Mike, Sam, and her resting peacefully in the yard. Watching the girls she’d trained filled her with pride. And she realized that since Mike had walked out of her life, she hadn’t had this sense of peace within her. Hell, probably not even then, because she’d been running after fame. Running away from herself. Then Mike had been gone, and everything had gone to hell. She’d been restless all these years, chasing something. What, she wasn’t clear, because nothing seemed to ever be enough. The second she achieved one goal, she was chasing the next, always wanting, always unsettled. Never satisfied. Going from one thing to the next, like she couldn’t bear to concentrate on the moment. Not anymore. She realized that at this instant, lying there in her yard, in Alden, with her daughter and Mike by her side, she felt complete. And she wasn’t even dancing.

“I’m staying, Mike.”

He stilled. “Come again?”

“I’m staying. I loved teaching them. I want to continue with the dance classes. And I love you and my life with you here.”

“Good, because you’re mine, and I’m not letting you walk away again.”

She said nothing, just nodded.

* * * *

Mike carried Sam in his arms. She didn’t even blink. Most nights Sam demanded a story, and more often than not she got it from Mike, but she was totally out tonight.

After tucking her in, he kissed her cheek. “Sweet dreams, baby girl.”

“Good night, Mike. Love you,” she mumbled, shocking him to his core.

“Love you too,” he whispered.

When he turned around, Kyra was standing there, misty-eyed, hugging herself.

She held her hand out to him and took him to their room. She locked the door. They stood in front of each other, not saying a word, their hands intertwined.

Kyra undressed him, slowly, still silent. He let her and stood there, naked, as she caressed and kissed him.

“We should think about an addition to the house. The backyard is great; I love that it’s so big, but the house is too small. Let’s build onto the west side. Add a couple of rooms with thick walls. We will need space, and I need to hear you scream while I fuck you.”

“Okay.” She brought him to the bed and straddled him. At the contact with her, he realized she wasn’t wearing any underpants, and he stifled a curse, hid body tensing.

“Mike.”

“Yes, my love?” Dick twitching like fuck between her warm folds, he fought to remain still and not take over.

She brushed her spaghetti straps down her shoulders, and took off her summer dress. “What do you want—my mouth, my pussy, my ass?”

He choked. “Do I get to choose?”

“You get anything from me you want,” she whispered.

He took in a deep breath, praying for calmness. He wanted it all, but there was one thing he needed more than anything right now.

“I want to come buried deep in your ass. No barriers between us.” He hadn’t been in her sweet ass since that first time and it hadn’t been nearly enough. He wanted deeper and he wanted bareback. Shooting his cum up her ass, finally claiming all of her.

He reached to his dick and began unclasping his barbell. He was going to go feral once he started fucking that tight ass, no way was he risking hurting her.

“Let me, honey,” she said taking over.

With his heart pounding in his ears, he watched, spellbound, as the naked goddess on top of him removed the apa and worshipped his cock.

Kyra loved his piercing, but she loved too when he took it out and she could go down on him. By now she’d sucked his dick with the piercing on many times, and she was fantastic. She couldn’t take him deep in her mouth while he wore it, but she’d learned to play with it rough, pulling at the metal beads with her teeth and her lips, making his head explode from the pleasure while her little hands took care of his shaft and his balls. Still, nothing beat her loving his cock the way she used to. Like now, with deep strokes, bringing him to the small of her throat. Sucking the living shit out of him on her way out.

Tensing as Kyra began fondling his balls, he reached for her. “Fuck, baby. I love your mouth on my cock, but you need to stop now before I lose it.” He was very big and her ass was very tight; he needed to prepare her.

“I was enjoying that.” She pouted, those sexy lips of hers, red and shiny and a bit puffy from blowing him, calling to him. He cupped her neck and took her mouth.

“I know, kitten. You’ll enjoy this too,” he said and rolling them over, pushed inside her depths. She was wet already.

“I thought you wanted my ass,” she said in a moan, her pussy welcoming him.

When she was hugging his whole length, he stilled and looked into her smoky eyes. He could spend the next sixty years fucking Kyra and he would never tire.

“You need to come first. We are going to need all of your sweet pussy juice to get your ass ready for me.”

And he needed to take the edge off, or he’d be coming the second she clenched around his cockhead.

He set a slow rhythm, keeping his mouth all the time on hers as he worked her pussy, stroking all those hot spots inside her that got her squirming and moaning. It didn’t take long before she started tensing under him. “Mike—”

“I know, kitten. Let go. Come.”

And she did. Long and sweet and hard. Squeezing him while he pounded inside her and did his damnedest to hold off. As her contractions started to subdue, he withdrew and palmed himself, working his shaft up and down harshly.

“Eyes on me, baby,” he ordered as he pressed his throbbing dick against her clit. “Watch me come all over you.”

With tight jets, he spurted his cum on her clit. Kyra whimpered, her pussy clenching, her clit visibly throbbing, while he bathed her with cum, thick liquid splashing against her clit and sliding from between her puffy folds down to her sweet ass.

“Cum and your girlie juices. Best lube,” he whispered as he got his fingers wet with it and moved them to her ass, sliding the tip of one digit in, her muscles contracting instinctively around the intrusion. “Beautiful, babe.”

Kyra slowly turned on her stomach and, going on all fours, lifted her ass for him. “Take me,” she said, wiggling her cum-dripping ass in front of him, her pussy puffy and drenched too.

Fuck. He was dying to plunge into her, but he gritted his teeth and kept himself in lockdown.

He grabbed her by her waist and hauled her onto his lap. “Not just yet, baby. As much as I want to be buried in your ass, I want you taking me. And I want you watching yourself as you do,” he said, moving them to sit in front of the mirror covering the closet. He’d discovered her kinky side by chance as they locked themselves in his parents’ bathroom, with all his family outside in the yard, and he’d taken her from behind, both looking at the mirror. She’d melted in his arms. There was something about mirrors and people around that did it for her.

Blushing like crazy, she tried squirming away. “Mike…”

“I don’t think so,” he said, tightening his hold on her, her back to his chest.

“I want to watch the whole show,” he said in her ear as he motioned to the mirror in front of them. “I want to see your pussy as I fuck your ass. I want to see your tits, your face. I want complete access. Now open up.” He arranged her legs on either side of him, his hard cock pressed against her behind.

She seemed to panic. She was panting loudly, her eyes on the mirror. “Baby, you’re huge. I don’t know if I can take you in this position.”

“You can take me in any position, kitten. I know you can. You were made for me. I’ll just sit here and let you fuck me.”

She looked a bit apprehensive, but he brought her back to his chest and caressed her breasts, murmuring at her and kissing her throat, and soon she was rubbing against him.

“So beautiful, love your boobs, how they feel on my hands, how you tremble when I pinch your nipples. How your pussy clenches too,” he whispered, his eyes never leaving the mirror. She had her hands over her head, holding on to the headboard for dear life, while he worked her tits and her swollen pussy. Every time he stroked her clit, she jerked and pressed herself to him, his hard-on sliding in between her ass cheeks, her back entrance contracting as the tip of his erection nudged that tight ring of muscles, never breaching it.

“No, baby, keep open,” he said when the pressure was too much and she tried closing her legs. “I love seeing you at my disposal. Your face flushed from passion. Your pussy red and juicy, dying to be filled, so fucking ready to come again,” he said as he moved his fingers inside her. “Your ass is clenching from envy. It wants some action too, honey.”

“Yes it does.” She directed the tip of his cock against her rear and looked into the mirror. “Yours.”

“Mine,” Mike growled, never breaking eye contact.

She sank on him, the head of his cock pushing through the tight ring of muscles, impaling her. She cried out, trembling all over.

“Fuck, baby. So good. So fucking tight. Don’t move now. Feel how much I want you.”

With her ass spasming around him, he worked her clit.

“Breathe out, kitten. Don’t tense.” They still had a long way to go.

“Mike, I can’t take any more,” she said after he was halfway in.

“Yes you can. You were made for me,” he said, nuzzling her throat and lightly slapping at her clit.

She cried out, her pussy convulsing, her ass taking him deeper.

“You liked it.”

She nodded, panting. Shaking.

Like was an understatement. Her whole body had jerked. Her ass had gripped him so hard he thought he was going to spill on the spot.

Soon the ring of nerves was stretched around the base of his dick and he was deep inside her tight canal.

“Look at you, baby. Look at your ass taking my cock to the hilt. You see it?” he asked as he moved his hand over her pussy and petted it.

Her whole body tense, she lifted up and then lowered on his cock, her ass taking all of him. As she sank down, he slapped her clit again.