Chapter 12

I woke up to a warm body beside me, the heat so enticing I found myself shifting towards the source, my lips curling in a smile. It was the first for me, waking up next to someone who wasn’t Thalia.

All of my flings had been quick encounters, either on the garage floor, in the garden, or, if I was lucky, on a bed. But the minute the transaction was over, I was chased out like a stray feral cat, left to clean up alone.

I shook my head, refusing to relive such thoughts. It was in the past now; this was different, and I had someone with me.

Speaking of different, Micah had been staring at me, his eyes too bright-eyed, too hungry for someone who had just woken up. My smile widened, my heart racing so fast.

“Hello.” I murmured under my breath, unwilling to grace him with the smelly breath.

“Raya.” His voice caressed my skin, brushing across it like soft fingers. “Can’t sleep?” He asked with a sleep-laden voice, and I nodded.

“I am still trying to get used to it all.” I admitted, looking around until my eyes found the window from which the moonlight still shone through to the room.

“It will be fine.” He reassured me, shifting so he could wrap his hands around me. “You are here with me, and I would do anything to make sure you are comfortable.”

“Thank you.” I whispered softly, yet the reassurance grew strongly in me, and I had no doubt he would do as he had said.

“We should probably brush our teeth,” he suddenly said, his tone hinting of something else. I didn’t hesitate when he stood, following after him to the bathroom.

We brushed quickly, the air growing thicker as we stole glances in the mirror, and then we returned to bed, lying next to each other.

We stayed like that, breathing each other’s scent, until I remembered my earlier resolve to taste his lips, and there was no hesitation this time.

I leaned closer until my lips were just inches away from him, giving him a chance to stop me, but he didn’t, so I took what I had always wanted.

Our lips met, slowly at first, almost hesitantly. The faint brush of our lips was enough to ignite the fire that was once dwindling, and once it caught on, it was over.

I brushed against him again, tasting him like I had always wanted to, and goddess… His taste filled my tongue, my head spinning from how delicious he was, and I wanted more.

I thought I had always loved kissing. One of the few things Theo had rewarded me with was his lips, and he did many things with them, but never like this.

Never with need, never with such worship as Micah devoured me like I was the very air he needed.

He wrapped his arms around me, pulling impossibly close, his tongue teasing me, determined to drive me mad with need. His hands roamed over my body, hesitant at first, as if unsure, then he became bolder, sliding over my hips, my waist, slipping under my clothes.

Each caress made my toes curl as delicious tingles ran through my spine. I rubbed my thighs against each other, heat pooling between them. My nipples were hardened to nubs and aching, begging for him to suck them.

And those eyes. They were dark, with lust swirling in them that they made my head reel. No man had ever looked at me like this; no one had wanted me this much. I was always the one chasing, seducing, and going the extra mile for a quick fuck, yet…

“Fuck.” A breathy voice tore from my lips as I felt him on me, heavy and hot against my thighs, and my body reacted the best way it could, producing more slick to take him in.

I ground my hips against him, desperate to feel him on me, in me.

“Rayaa.” He moaned my name like a prayer, yet his hips betrayed him, grinding into me in the most sinful act. His hardness strained in his shorts, teasing me of what was to come.

Micah dipped down, connecting our lips once again, showing me through action just how much I mattered to him.

And his hip…

Goddess be damned.

His cock pressed on my panties, each thrust making it wetter than the next. The friction was so good, almost maddening, that I was sure I would go crazy if I didn’t have him inside me.

“Fuck me,” I breathed out in a voice I couldn’t recognize as mine. My legs were spread wide, my panties soaked, filling the air with my scent so he could perceive the effect he was having on me.

I heard his sharp intake of breath, and I could make out the outlines of his nose flaring as he inhaled me. Micah’s lips parted, short pants coming from them, and I could smell the precum on his cock, just seconds from dropping off.

“Raya,” he groaned, his voice strangled, restrained, and I palmed his cock through his shorts, stroking it gently.

My action dragged a groan from his lips, his head thrown back as I reached inside his pants and my fingers wrapped around his thick length.

“Fuck me.” I begged, stroking him slowly, loving how he trembled under my touch.

“Gods, Raya…” His voice was wrecked, his hips jerking helplessly into my fist.

It was truly fascinating, the way nature had crafted him. Micah was smooth yet firm, veins running along his length, and I would give anything to spend time tracing each vein from root to tip.

However, I had grown tired of waiting, and in one swift motion, I discarded my clothes and panties, flinging them to a part of the room, and I reached to pull his shorts down.

‘Tried’ was the word because Micah's fingers wrapped around mine, pulling them down.

My breath caught as I saw him completely. He was magnificent, thick, and uncut, his cock standing proud and heavy, with the head coated with precum.

I had never had anyone uncut before, and the sight alone had me whimpering.

But my excitement dwindled as I felt the delicious ache again, and I covered my hands around his cock. I would have time to familiarize myself with his cock better, but right now, I needed him to be inside me, or else I would go crazy.

I widened my legs, slowly guiding him inside me, and fuckkkk, it was nothing like I had experienced before. The head pressed against my entrance, encountering slight resistance, but I pushed on, his cock stretching me until he was inside me completely.

“Fuck.” I moaned as my walls clenched around him, greedily swallowing him whole.

Warmth.

He was fire, and I was lava, the warmth growing even more as he remained inside me.

I took a deep breath, adjusting myself to his length and bracing myself for what was going to be the fuck of the year.

But then…

It was gone.