“That makes me so very happy, angel,” I murmur as I slide my hands around his ass, finding the metal base of the plug snug between his cheeks. “You’ve been stretching, huh? Been attending all those important meetings while prepping yourself for me?”
His eyes close and his head thunks back against the door, nodding frantically as I push on the base. My cock gives an insistent throb at the thought, and I grab at the hem of his sweater and wrestle it over his head. As soon as his hands are free, his palms land on my cheeks and his mouth finds mine. Our bare chests meet as I lean into him, wedging my leg between his knees and smiling against his lips as he moans.
Kissing Micah is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. It’s more than lips and tongues—he kisses me with his entire body, and I kiss him back with mine. I can’t get enough. Even in control, I’m a slave to him and starving for more.
I need totakeuntil he has nothing left to give.
We break apart when we both need air, heavy breaths panting between us as I nip at his bottom lip. “Are you sure you’re ready to do this?”
He nods, pressing another kiss to my lips. “I… I want to turn it all off, Xal. Please… I want you to possess me.Ownme.”
I take a moment to really look into the amethyst depths of his eyes, searching for any signs of insecurity. His pupils are blown, his long, fair lashes fluttering, but there’s no uncertainty hiding there. “Alright, angel. Pants off, on the bed, ass in the air.”
We walk into my bedroom, where he hesitates as he unbuttons his pants, nervously glancing at me with his fingers on his zipper. I lift a brow at his pause. “Not getting shy on me now, are you? Afraid to let me see that giant cock tucked away in its little cage?”
“No, it’s not that…”
“Then take them off, Micah.”
He swallows again, his defined cheekbones positively neon red as he unzips his black pants. As he works them lower on his hips, the unexpected sight of what’s underneath makes my blood tingle as my inner demon purrs.
“What do we have here?” I murmur as I palm my cock, unable to help it as my hips flex. “Did you dress up for me?”
White lace peeks out from beneath his slacks, forming the band of a garter belt that hugs his trim waist. The tiniest roll pushes over the top as he bends over, and I’m dying to drop to my knees and slide my tongue along that exquisite stretch of skin. His pants inch down further, exposing a lacy thong with his caged cock trapped underneath. When he finally lets his slacks fall to the ground, I hear a low growl rumble from my throat, out of my control. Lace-topped sheer stockings hug his thighs, clipped to his garter belt with satin ribbon.
It’s the most incredible paradox—the delicate, innocent fabric sitting against the dips and curves of his powerful physique, molded to it as though it’s painted on. He’s a masterpiece, a living painting, and the perfect canvas for each brushstroke.
Every single detail is flawless.
His porcelain, shimmering skin shining from behind the lace. The wispy white hairs on his legs that push through the weave of the fabric. The roll of his muscles underneath, and his nervous shifting as he steps out of his clothing.
“Jesus Christ, are you trying to kill me?”
His eyes hit the floor, and those long lashes rest on his skin as he flushes even deeper, the pink spreading down his neck. “Do you like it?”
“Did you do this for me?” He glances at me through his lashes as he nods, and that annoying ache in my chest spreadsto a fucking wildfire as I fight to control myself. “No one else has ever seen you in this?”
“Only you.”
“Were you wearing this the last time we saw each other? At the park?”
“Yeah,” he admits, chewing on his bottom lip as he tries to glance away, but I grip his chin and force his eyes to stay on mine. “I… I wanted to look pretty for you.”
The words pierce me straight in the heart, and I tug him forward to leave a soft kiss on his lips. “Get on the bed, angel, and let me appreciate this.” Alabaster skin and white-woven hair contrast beautifully against my black comforter, and the mattress dips as I kneel at his feet. His abdomen muscles flex as he lifts his head, that roll of skin bulging over the top of the elastic again.
“Fucking perfect,” I mutter as I drag my fingertips up the stockings. “Funny enough, white is slowly becoming my favorite color.”
His eyes are hooded as they watch me explore, his stomach lifting with his heavy breaths. The sweetest moan tumbles from his throat as I drop my lips to the inside of his calf, kissing a line up his leg. Long fingers grip the comforter as his spine arches, his legs spreading further in anticipation.
By the time I reach his thigh, he’s trembling, and I withdraw to grin at him as he writhes. “Lift your knees and show me.” His powerful legs pull up and apart, displaying the base of a crystal-studded plug. “This is the biggest one?”
“Y-Yeah,” he whispers.
“How many times did you get off while you worked those in?”
“None.”
“Don’t lie to me, angel. We both know how easily you get overwhelmed.” I wrestle the remains of the bodysuit off until I’mstanding naked, gripping my cock as I watch his ass flex, trying to pull the plug deeper.
