Page 16 of Takedown Artist
He pushes up from the couch until we’re face to face.
“Sorry. I should have stopped,” I say, as I pull back and move down the couch to give him room. Unbelievably, he laughs.
“Relax, big guy. I didn’t want to stop, just want to take my turn.”
Then he sinks to his knees between my legs, and I lose my ability to breathe.
“Micah…”
“Oh no, Troy. You don’t get to have all the fun.” The look he gives me is dark and wicked, and my cock twitches at the thought of what’s coming next.
“These need to come off.” Micah tugs at the waistband of my basketball shorts. “All of it.”
I lift my hips, but before I can move my hands, he’s already dragging my shorts and briefs down my thighs. My dick is on board one hundred percent, springing up hard and leaking.
“Damn, Troy, look at what you’ve been hiding away.”
His admiring gaze sends a wave of arousal directly to my twitching cock.
“Fuck, Micah!” That’s all I can manage before his hand wraps around me and I lose the power of speech.
Those green eyes darken. A smug grin appears before he lowers his head, deliberately keeping eye contact as his tongue darts out to lick the tip of my cock. I groan before I can stop myself.
Pleasure rolls over me as Micah swallows me down without a word. I can’t think about anything but the wet heat of his mouth and his decadent tongue. Micah works me with his mouth until coherent thought has abandoned me. I’m moaning wildly, my hands gripping the couch cushions. My hips buck forward and I hit the back of his throat. He gags and I look down at him, his eyes leaking tears, face messy with drool. He looks wrecked, and it’s hotter than anything I’ve ever seen.
“Touch me, Troy,” he demands, right before he sucks me back into the delicious warmth of his mouth, while he tugs at the waistband of his joggers with his free hand. Pulling his cock free and wrapping a hand around it, he strokes it, matching the rhythm of his mouth.
My fingers tangle in his hair, and he sighs. I tug—firm but careful. The rumble of his groan against my cock sends me higher. My balls tighten.
“I’m close,” I warn, but he only sucks me deeper. The head of my cock hits the back of his throat and that’s all it takes for me to fly over the edge. I come hard enough that my vision whites out. It goes on in wave after wave as Micah licks and sucks until I’m too sensitive for more.
I tug at his hair gently, and he pulls off, smug satisfaction written all over his face. I’m too wrecked to do anything but stare at his swollen pink lips, still wet with my cum.
There’s nothing for me to hide behind; all my walls have crumbled. Micah’s looking at me like he’s never seen me before, and I know everything I feel for him is showing up on my face. I don’t even have the energy to hide it.
For a second I see something there, something vulnerable and soft, but then he closes down, and it’s gone. My chest aches as his face goes blank and he pulls away. I grasp for anything I can to keep him close.
“Wait. What about you?”
He blushes to the tips of his ears, then turns away to grab his shirt. It’s adorable and now I want to pull him onto my lap and hug him.
“No need. I … uh already got there.”
What? He came just from giving me head.
“God that’s fucking hot!” flies out of my mouth before I can lock it down. I’m half hard again just from his words. Micah does it for me in every way.
“It’s all good. Uh … Thanks, Troy.” His shirt’s back on, but he’s looking away, not meeting my eyes. I can almost see him pack away all the intimacy we just built behind his armor. His dismissal stings, but I push it down. I know how he is, but as he turns away, my stomach falls and the ache in my chest deepens.
He needs time. I can give him that.
“Night, Troy.”
“Night, Micah.”
I sit there naked as the chill of the room seeps into me until I have the energy to grab my clothes and head for my bedroom.
Chapter 8
