13 : Savoring Him

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The following chapter contains explicit material intended for an 18+ audience ONLY.

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"Ah!" I nearly scream. Mickey has me pressed against the wall, standing on my knees. He tilts my hips back to him, rubbing a hand over my lower stomach and between my legs as he slams into me over and over and over at a punishing pace. It's much shallower this way, but he's hitting my g-spot like a torpedo. My shirt is still on, and my panties are around my knees. He meant it to be quick.

"Take. It. You. Little. Bitch!" Mickey says in time with his thrusts. He has discovered my dirty secret of liking it rough from behind while being called derogatory names. It makes me insanely hot.

My moans have turned into a strange combination of whining and squealing, but I don't care. It feels so fucking good.

My legs tremble like leaves as I try to allow myself to climax without crumbing into a heap. I call out loudly, as he hits my g-spot over and over in even succession. He grabs the back of my neck firmly, but gently, and presses me hard against the wall. His dominance makes me tense, his firm grasp relieves the worry that I will fall, and I go over the edge.

"Ah!" I come hard, tensing and releasing around him as my body shakes uncontrollably. I feel Mickey loosen his grip, and I fall to the bed.

As I start to come down from my high, I open my eyes to see Mickey straddling me and removing the condom. I lift up my shirt, and watch him stroke himself furiously, biting his lip between his panting. He spurts warmly onto my chest, breasts and stomach.

He sits back on his heels, catching his breath. "You proud of yourself?" I ask him.

He looks down at me and grins happily. "You liked it." I did.

He climbs off the bed and walks into the bathroom. "Are you going to clean up your mess?" I call after him. He leans out of the door with a mischievous smile, and throws me a towel before closing the door.

I wipe myself off, sighing away the last of my pleasurable fog. I pull up my panties and straighten my shirt, and then immediately lean down to grab my laptop.

I let Mickey take my car to go to the factory after he dropped me off at school, but my stupid classmates can never do anything on my schedule. They didn't finish by the time he picked me up, and I was left to finish assembling a lab report turn it in online by tonight.

Mickey walks out of the bathroom, and sits on the bed beside me. After a moment, I glance over at him and he smiles flirtatiously. "I leave you alone for two minutes and you're already studying?" he asks. I chuckle. "When are you going to be done?" he whines playfully, trying to annoy me.

"Soon." I copy the information from my teammates into mine, reformat it, and checked that the sources are cited correctly. This shouldn't take long.

My phone chimes, but I think nothing of it until Mickey says, "You're on Tinder?" I look at him staring at my phone as he starts perusing my previous matches and conversations. That's what I get for using "0000" as my passcode.

I feel a rush of nervousness, but it feels displaced. Mickey doesn't seem to care, and I'm not sure why I thought he would. "I mean ... rarely. I don't really have time for fuckboys."

He chuckles. "Well, what about this one? You were talking to him for a while. He seems nice," he says as if he is my girlfriend trying to hook me up. He turns it to show me the screen, and I remember the ridiculous conversation that ended just quickly enough.

"Him? Hell no. I refuse to fuck anyone whose favorite color is 'camouflage'." Mickey laughs heartily, smiling so much his eyes start to squint.

He lies down and wriggles his upper body onto my lap like a pet. He stretches out along the bed, propping up a knee, and looking quite relaxed. My eyes drift over every ridge and hollow of his muscular physique, only to rest on the impressive penis lying sated against his thigh. How I got lucky enough to have all of that literally in my lap, I will never know.

I sigh longingly. "You are so distracting," I say, combing my fingers through his dark, silky hair.

"Am I?" he says flirtatiously. "Shit. Is this what you look like when you're trying to get fucked?" He shows me my ultra-desperate profile picture, and I cringe. It's one of the rare pieces of photographic evidence that I occasionally wear makeup and tight clothing. "How do you have pictures like this but were surprised you looked amazing on my Tumblr?"

I laugh him off. "Have you posted the second one yet?"

He nods, still looking through my phone. "This morning from the plane. Glad to see you're ignoring me in more ways than one," he smiles up at me jokingly.

"I've been a little preoccupied today," I laugh. "The second one was my favorite. Is it doing well?"

"Really? The third one is my favorite. And yes, it's doing very well. You have a little fandom. They're calling you 'GBB'." Garter Belt Babe? I nearly forgot. The name makes me giggle. He trades my phone for his. "I wish you would let me tag you so people would stop asking me who you are every five fucking seconds."

"I would love to be half as famous as you, but mommy dearest would literally murder me."

"You're not very fond of her, are you?"

"No, she's my mom. I love her." Mickey laughs loudly. "What?"

He looks up at me. "I'm a porn star, Penny. I can tell when people are faking it," he says cheekily.

"Fine. I think she's a fucking bitch."

Mickey gives me a look. "Okay, that's a little harsh."

"What would you call a woman who leaves her daughter to chase a man?"

His brow tenses. "She did that?"

I nod. "I didn't see her for six years. Then she wonders why I'm so fucked up," I say more to myself than him.

"You're not fucked up." I resist the urge to laugh absurdly. "If you hate her so much, why didn't you stay in Texas with your dad?"

My chest aches, but I know I will end up telling him the truth. Dammit. "Because ... he died, Mickey," I say hesitantly.

Mickey stills in my lap, staring up at me with a regretful expression. "Shit. I'm so sorry."

I sigh. "You don't have to be sorry. You didn't know."

"When did he ...?"

"When I was 15. Right after I --" I catch myself revealing far too much and stop myself short. "Right before I came up here," I cover. "That's why I moved."

"Oh, okay. Well ... I'm very sorry for your loss." I hate it when people say that. I shake my head angrily, fighting off the emotions that threatened to bubble up. Mickey strokes a hand soothingly along my leg. He presses his lips against my thigh before looking back up to me. "You don't want to talk about this anymore, do you?"

"Nope," I say shortly. I bite my lip to keep my chin from quivering, and focus on reformatting.

He nods his head, still massaging my leg. "Are you sure it's okay if I stay here tonight?" I relax slightly with the change of subject.

"Yes, I'm sure," I say, managing a grin. "It's one night. It's not like we're shacking up."

He chuckles. "Right." He rolls over and lifts my shirt slightly, placing slow kisses against my hipbone. He reaches into my panties, brushing his fingers against me. I stifle a moan.

"Mickey, no. Just five more minutes," I beg him. He drops his head onto my leg and hums his discord. "You are the worst!" I say teasingly.

"Oh, I'm the worst?" He sits up, placing himself in front of my computer. I huff at him and roll my eyes. "You are the worst and you fucking know it. But keep doing it. I love deflowering a powerful woman like you."

I laugh. "Sorry to break it to you, but I was deflowered a long time ago."

He shakes his head at me, still grinning. "Not figuratively. I meant it in the poetic sense." He leans in closer, tilting his head slightly. I feel his breath against my lips, and my breathing shallows. "You're independent, strong-willed, smart. You are on your own path in life, doing exactly what you want exactly as you planned it, and you don't need me one damn bit ... until you think of what I feel like inside you. Until you remember all the ways I can make you come."

Every muscle in my lower body tenses excitedly.

"When we fuck, you unravel for me, and I watch all your petals fall away. I steal you away from yourself, from all your ambitions and goals for a few, sweet moments of whatever the fuck I want. That is power. That makes me fucking hot."

My breathing quivers. Holy shit, I think. I do not need to find him more attractive than I already do. "Mickey, I ..." I start to say, placing my hands against his cheeks. I stare at his lips as I nibble mine. "I really need to finish this first."

He tosses his head back and moans convincingly. "Fuck yes, baby! Just like that!" He looks back at me with his orgasm face, and lets it fade to a cheeky smile. I can try to play his game, but he plays it better. "Do what you need to do," he says. He places a wet, sultry kiss against my lips before leaning away from me and lying on his back. "But hurry the fuck up, okay?"

I smile. "Okay."

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I wake up in the morning draped in Mickey's arms, and feel his morning erection against my ass. I grind against it, rousing him. His hand slides between my legs, and I moan.

My eyes widen when I see the sunlight coming in from under the door. "What time is it?"

He leans up quickly and looks at his phone. "Shit! You have class in 15 minutes and my flight leaves in an hour."

"Shit!" I yell in agreement.

We both scramble, throwing on our clothes and grabbing our things. We run out of the door and down the stairs, and only when we make it to the bottom do I realize I'm being a shitty booty call.

"Did you need me to take you to the airport?" I ask him.

"No, I already called an Uber. Get to class," he says with a kind smile.

"Okay." I linger, once again not knowing whether to kiss him or not. He breaks my confusion, pulling me to him, and placing a slow kiss to my lips.

Our lips separate and I open my eyes to find his sexy grin. "Thanks for this," he says quietly.

"Of course."

"Call you when I get home?" he asks.

I look at him as I swing my bag over my head to hang it from my shoulder. I know this is a trap, but it's one I'm rather willing to walk into. "Yeah," I say.

A slow smile spreads across his handsome face. "Cool."

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