Kaci

 

“Well, that was fucking brutal,” Micah said as we walked in from the garage.

 

Honestly, I was surprised we were walking straight after brutal verbal barrage we'd just received. Not that it had been unwarranted, or anything, because it hadn't. They'd been spot on with damn near every word, and we both knew it. Sometimes, the words another person can speak to you are so like your own thoughts, though, that they cut even deeper than they would otherwise.

 

Micah headed into the living room and collapsed on the couch, his suit jacket tossed aside on the back of a chair.

 

“We deserved it,” I replied as I headed into the kitchen and grabbed us both beers. I was starting to treat the place like I lived there, like I actually belonged.

 

“About what you told Agent Brumfield,” Micah said as I walked back in and handed him his beer.

 

“What about it?” I grumbled as I slumped into the seat next to him.

 

“Was . . . was that all true?”

 

I nodded. Then, I thought about it, and kind of shrugged. “Mostly. There was another guy in there before Abram. But, mostly true, yeah.”

 

We both sat there on his big, luxurious couch, quiet for a moment. He slid an arm out, wrapped it around my shoulders, and pulled me close. I relaxed into him, savoring the feel of a strong and protective arm around me.

 

He adjusted himself in his seat, turning a little so we could look at each other. Those steely blue eyes of his had softened, like ice on a sunny day. “I'm going to take care of you,” he said.

 

I smiled weakly up at him. I'd heard those words from so many men before. Jamess and pimps, even my stepfather. Guys who wanted to rescue this little ole Southern damsel in distress. But, the look in his eyes told me his words were different.

 

It might not happen, but he was going to try his damnedest and least make the effort. It was that damn ego of his, coming back up. But, at least he was making promises like this, instead of putting me and my girlfriend in harm's way.

 

He took my beer from me and set it aside with his on the end table.

 

“Wha-?”

 

He wrapped his arm tighter around me and kissed me softly, sweetly. With my eyes closed, the feel of his cleanly shaved upper lip made him feel like a new man. Or, rather, a changed one.

 

“Micah!” I yelped as he stood and swept me into his arms, carrying me like a new bride he was about to carry over the threshold. I just hoped he wasn't going to treat me like I got married in all white.

 

“What the fuck?” I asked, my legs kicking a little as I slapped his chest. I felt like a doll in his hands, a petite little toy that he had every ounce of control over. But, I didn't mind. Not one bit.

 

He silenced me with a deep kiss and headed upstairs to the bedroom.

 

I relaxed into his arms as he hauled me upstairs like a barbarian warlord taking home his spoils of battle. The door to his bedroom was almost closed, but unlatched, and he kicked it open with one booted foot. He carried me over to the unmade bed, placed me gently at the foot of it, then kissed me again.

 

His lips were soft as ever, but more intense than our first time. I could feel the passion there, but it was simmering below the surface. Soon, our hands were on each other. I ran mine over his chest, his abs, his arms. I stroked his face, lightly scratched his neck with my nails.

 

I opened my mouth to him, and our tongues danced together as he ran his fingers through my hair. A groan escaped my lips as he lightly pulled, shooting a pang of need through my body.

 

He began to strip me of my clothes. I went to help him, but he brushed my hands away as he began to work on the buttons of my top. Soon, I was bare to him, with just my black lacy bra I'd picked up for the occasion.

 

I kissed him again as my hands went to his tie and began to loosen it.

 

He pulled my top from my shoulders, and I disentangled my arms from the sleeves. I went to return my hands to him, just to get a taste of those hard muscles again, to feel him beneath my touch, but he swept up my wrists and pushed them aside.

 

“Not yet,” he whispered in a low growl.

 

I moaned softly as he took charge, as I knew that, as tender and caring as he could be, I was still his. My body belonged to him, and not just because I was renting space in his house. This was something deeper, more important.

 

He crushed his lips to mine, some of that tenderness disappearing in the heat of the moment. He ran his rough hands over my smooth skin as we kissed, his calluses and work-strong hands making me feel small in his grasp. One of them unsnapped my bra in the front, the other dipped down and found the front of my slacks and unbuttoned them.

 

I moved my head to the side as his lips went to my neck, his teeth flashing and biting, his tongue licking the tiny, intoxicating pain away. I stripped the rest of the way out of my bra and tossed it aside.

 

He slid his hand down the front of my slacks, skipping right over my panties, and I parted my legs for him. His fingers traced up and down my lips, sending jolts of lust through my body as they found my clit.

 

I lifted my hips a little, urging him to explore more thoroughly with my gentle thrusts.

 

His lips found mine again, and his free hand worked down the zipper on my pants. The touch of his tongue was light but insistent, and I bit him on the lip to let him know I could handle more.

 

I pulled back from his kiss, panting a little, and kicked off my heels onto his bedroom floor. I lifted myself off the bed enough that, together, we could shimmy my pants off. As my clothing pooled on the carpet at the foot of the bed, he knelt in front of me and hooked his fingers through my panties' side-straps and pulled them down over my long legs.

 

I watched as his nostrils flared, as his eyes burned with bonfires.

 

He wanted me. And I wanted him.

 

His hand shot out and grabbed my ankle, the tips of his fingers digging into me, and pulled me closer to him.

 

I slid down onto my back, putting my sex on display for him. I struggled back a little, unsure. It wasn't everyday a hooker had a man go down on her. But, despite my minimal effort, he held me there in place, ready for him.

 

I could feel his hot breath on me, felt his lips as he wetly kissed first one thigh, then the other. Each kiss brought him higher and higher to his prize, but it seemed he wanted to take his time.

 

I threw my head back and twisted my hands in the sheets, the anticipation killing me as I moved my hips lewdly to try and entice him to hurry.

 

He noticed what I was trying to do. “Not yet,” he grunted, then kissed my thigh again as he snaked a hand below me and grabbed a handful of my ass, his hand like a vice as he pulled me closer till I was nearly hanging off the bed, perfectly lined up with his mouth.

 

I whined low in my throat, his breath sending tingles throughout me.

 

Then, as I moaned low with unrepentant want, I felt his tongue as he traced up my lips, parting them. I moaned low again, moved my hips encouragingly.

 

He groaned as he tasted me, as his tongue moved up and down, teasing me. He reached the top, found my clit, and began to lick just below and above it, alternating.

 

Pleasure pulsed through my body with each flick of his skilled tongue, with each alternating circle of my tender clit. I twisted my head from side-to-side, moaning as my back arched and pushed my pussy into that beautiful mouth of his. I was so close, already, so turned on by the whole act.

 

He gripped my ass harder, moving my whole body to a better angle as he gently sucked my clit between his lips, sending fireworks off throughout me.

 

My whole body tensed like I'd stepped on the third rail, my insides and outsides electrified as I felt my orgasm bloom inside of me. Panting, I twisted my hands in the sheets of his bed and screamed and panted as I convulsed, my abs tightening, my whole body rocking with insane pleasure. If I'd been on the streets, someone would have called 911!

 

He rode it out with me, his tongue flicking over my clit, his hand dropping my ankle over his shoulder so his finger could now be inside me stroking my g-spot.

 

I convulsed again, another orgasm ripping through my body, my leg hooking over his shoulder and dragging him closer. I shook at the end of his tongue. “Don't stop,” I cried out. “Please, God, don't stop.”

 

He licked faster, at the spot just over my clit, until I finally had to tap out at the intensity of it. I just couldn't handle it anymore. I needed a break, and I needed to feel him inside me.

 

He took his lips away and released my ass, removed my leg that I'd draped over his shoulder and back.

 

I looked up at him from the bed, my eyes blurry from the tears I'd almost shed while I'd come under his tender attentions. I watched as he stripped out of his clothes, his burning eyes still on me. He dropped his formal wear on the floor, revealing his scarred and tattooed rock hard body. His beautiful cock stood out in front of him, proving to me just how excited he was.

 

I wanted to reach out and touch him, to run my fingers and hands over every marking that made his body so unique. I wanted to trace the scars that looked like knife wounds on his forearms, to run my tongue over his MC tattoo that marked him as property of the club. Unconsciously, I licked my lips.

 

But, I knew he wouldn't have let me do what I wanted. As tender and caring as he was, I knew he was still in charge. My eyes followed him as he moved around to the side of the bed.

 

Micah climbed onto the mattress, but stayed on his knees. I'd never been a fan of blowjobs, they'd been the least favorite part of my job, because of how intimate they felt to me. But, with him, I felt my mouth salivating at the thought of tasting him.

 

I sat up a little and reached out with my hand, glancing up at his eyes to ask wordlessly ask permission.

 

“Yes,” he said, moving a little closer.

 

I got up from my back and moved in front of him. I coiled my legs beneath me and reached a hand out to him. He felt hot and hard in my hand, like I'd grabbed a piece of steel from a warm fire. Precum dribbled from the tip. I moved myself closer, gave him a tentative lick, tasting him.

 

He was slightly salty, but not bad. I decided I even liked it, and I swirled my tongue around his head.

 

He groaned as I bathed him with my tongue, as I stroked his underside with my lips, as I sucked each of his heavy testicles into my mouth, all while slowly stroking up and down his shaft with my hand. I dipped a hand between my own thighs, circling my clit with my fingers to keep up the pleasure. I wasn't done yet with him, not by a long shot.

 

After I'd teased him enough, I pressed my lips together and slid them down over his cock, letting his head push open my lips as if they were the ones between my legs. I took him as deeply as I could, my tongue flicking along the bottom and sides, before pulling back and doing it over again.

 

I took my time with him, enjoying this slow, wonderful moment of intimacy I hadn't experienced in so long with any man.

 

Moaning, Micah reached down and entangled his hand in my hair, but left it there without any force or guidance. He squeezed a little, pulling at my roots, but it just felt tender in its own way. I knew he wasn't going to pull me onto him, to force anything down my throat.

 

I could feel his hips moving a little, and I slowed my pace, finally pulling his cock from my mouth. “Please, sir,” I whispered, the words coming from my mouth unbidden as I looked up into his cold blue eyes. “I know you own me, but I want you inside me first.”

 

He stroked a hand down my cheek as we gazed into one another's souls. Finally, like some kind of king, he gave me a nod.

 

I smiled a little as he went to push me back onto the bed, but I moved his hand away with a gentle push. “No. You already gave me enough the other night. Let me be on top.”

 

“Well,” he said, giving me a little halfway smile, “if you insist.” He let me guide him back onto the bed.

 

I got up next to him on the bed, kissed him again as my hands roamed over his body. He didn't flinch from my lips, and our tongues moved more sensually than before, tasting each other. I could taste myself on him, and the smell was simply heady as his fingers ran through my hair again.

 

I swung my hips over his, and put a hand on his chest. I reached between my thighs and grabbed his length, stroking it lightly.

 

He threw his head back, groaning as he moved his hips for me.

 

I angled the tip of his cock to my dripping opening. With a long, fulfilled sighing gasp, I lowered myself onto his cock, loving the way he filled me so completely. I arched my back to accommodate all of him, my nails dragging up and down his chest as he stretched me.

 

One of his hands found my hip, squeezed it firmly. The other came up, cupped my naked breast. He ran a thumb over my excited nipple. As I arched into his hand, pushing all of myself into his palm, he tweaked my nipple lightly and pulled it out and away.

 

The little sharp bit of pain went through me like an arrow, punctuating the pleasure I was feeling as he filled my pussy. I bit my lower lip as, finally, I settled all the way down to the base of his cock. “Oh, fuck,” I groaned. “You just make me feel so full,” I panted, moaning out the last word.

 

“You fit me like a glove,” he conceded, his voice filled with pleasure. “Perfect.”

 

I began to move on him, rolling my hips a little as I began to slowly stroke his cock in and out of me. I rose up and down, the sensation of emptiness followed by completeness so mesmerizing that I lost track of the world. The only thing that mattered was Micah's cock, and my pussy, and that we were both joined together by our most sensitive and wonderful of parts.

 

He let go of my hip and covered my other breast with his hand. Then, it traveled up, brushed over my throat.

 

I tilted my head back as I arched, giving him unspoken access to my body as I began to bounce more insistently on his hard length. Whatever he wanted to do to me, I was fine with it. After all, he owned me. And, with the sensations I was feeling, and my coming orgasm, he was more than welcome to it. If he could make me feel this way for the rest of my life, I'd gladly let him keep me.

 

His hands crept up over my throat, over my chin. He ran a fingertip over my lips, and I sucked him into my mouth, swirled my tongue around his finger as I groaned out my lust.

 

His cock hit all the right spots in me as I moved on it. I could feel it rub my g-spot, and the base even teased my clit with each stroke. I rocked my hips and gyrated on him as I sucked on his finger.

 

He pulled his finger from my mouth and grabbed my breast again as I sped up my movements.

 

Micah thrust his hips into me harder, began pounding into me as I rode him like a stallion. I nearly screamed as he grabbed my hip again, slamming me down harder onto his cock with each thrust.

 

I panted until my breath caught in my throat and another orgasm over took me. I could feel my pussy clamp down on him like a tender vice, milking him and convulsing around his length as he thrust harder into me. I stopped my movements, my whole body given over to the ecstatic relief that overtook my body.

 

He was close, too, I could feel it. He moved faster, grabbing both my hips and lifting on and off his cock. I was nothing in his hands as he pounded into me.

 

Even if I'd wanted it to stop, and I didn't, there was no way I could have. I was limp as a rag doll, and my only reality was the white light and white heat that seemed to blot out everything.

 

“Oh fuck,” he groaned, his whole body going rigid below me for a moment before he turned to a slow, steady fucking.

 

I felt him explode inside of me, and watched through watery, exhausted eyes as he shoved his head back into the pillow, his mouth open in a wordless groan.

 

“Oh, Kaci, oh fuck,” he groaned out again, a whole body shiver shooting through both of us. We shook together like that as he continued to fill me with his seed, as he continued to unleash and empty himself inside of me.

 

Another orgasm flooded my body, making me go weak. I let myself collapse forward so I was braced against his chest and, with his hard cock still buried inside me, kissed him. I sucked his tongue into my mouth, taking it for my own, as he continued to shudder in pleasure and fill me, my hips moving slowly up and down his almost spent manhood.

 

Finally, I felt him slip out of me, and I dropped onto his broad chest, curling up with him as we lay together in a jumbled heap. “That was amazing,” I breathed, a little shudder of post-orgasmic bliss sending my body trembling as I pressed my body into his.

 

“Yeah,” he groaned, a shudder going through his body as he grabbed a handful of hips and butt and pulled me closer into his side. “Goddamn that was good.”

 

I craned my neck back a little, kissed him again, this time like the other night. A wet, tongueless kiss. “Wonderful,” I said, then dropped my head back to his chest. I let my slowly close as I listened to the steady in and out of his breathing.

 

“About what I said earlier,” Micah began, one finger curling my long tresses around it.

 

“What about it?” I said with a content sigh, not expecting much.

 

“About taking care of you. I promise you, it's true. I'm going to keep you, and help you forget all the shit that's happened to you.”

 

Exhausted, both physically and emotionally, I closed my eyes and let myself drift off to sleep. I'd believe it when I saw it.

 

# # #

Micah

 

Her head lay in the center of a pool of auburn red on my chest. I didn't even mind that the long strands kept poking me in the nose, or that her slight body was like a goddamned furnace laid on my chest. Strong, gutsy, brazen, mouthy. She was just so damned beautiful, inside and out.

 

As my wonderfully sore prick lay against my thigh, and the cool air from the fan hit my sweat drenched body, I couldn't help but think that the only thing that mattered in the world was that Kaci was here in this bed, and so was I. And I wouldn't trade her for anything in the world, either diamonds or gold, or strength and power.

 

I pulled her closer against my chest and breathed in the smell of her hair, took it into my nose and sucked it down to my lungs, so it could become one with me through some mystical alchemy I didn't understand.

 

I knew right then and there, as I held her against me, as I rubbed the soft skin of her back, as my cock began to grow again even though it had been less than five minutes; she was what I wanted. Sure, we'd be old one day, but that wouldn't matter. She understood me like few women I'd met, and I hoped that spark inside would never fade.

 

I was falling for her, and falling hard.

 

I leaned down and kissed the top of her head, producing a mumbled response from her. She was already passed out from the stress of the day. I wasn't that far behind, either.

 

I knew, though, what I had to do. I had to make her mine. I had to make her mine in both name, and deed.