BETWEEN VORTEX AND EXPRESS, I haven’t gotten a chance to see or talk to Tegan since last night. As soon as I left Vortex around eight, I went straight to my work in progress and spent the next three hours painting.
My shirt is practically covered in black paint and I’m so exhausted that I considered just sleeping in my future office at Express.
It was thoughts of Tegan that led me back here tonight. As much as I tried to ignore that I want nothing more than to touch her in all the wrong places, my body and mind wouldn’t let me forget.
The place is completely quiet as I let myself in through the back. I didn’t notice any lights on when I pulled up out front.
Yanking my shirt over my head, I make my way into the bathroom and scrub my hands for a good five minutes, trying to get rid of as much of the dried paint as I can.
By the time I throw on a pair of sweats and fall down on the couch, my mind is already drifting back to Tegan.
“Shit.” Sitting up, I run my hands over my face and decide that I have no choice but to at least check on her.
Maybe then I’ll be able to sleep.
Quietly, I make my way up the stairs and toward her room. Her door is cracked open, and the horny bastard in me can’t help but to peek inside and get a glimpse of her.
Standing in front of her cracked open door, I hear something vibrating, followed by the sounds of her frustration.
My dick instantly hardens at the knowledge that she’s trying to get off, not even ten feet away from where I’m standing.
“Come on,” she groans. “Why won’t you work?” She slaps the bed and then tosses her vibrator down next to her. “Thanks a lot.”
“Need some help?” I finally poke my head inside to see her scramble to grab her sheet and cover herself up.
“What the hell, Micah? Why are you creeping outside my door?”
She looks completely tired and frustrated, and I can’t help but to hope that it’s because of me.
“I couldn’t sleep,” I admit. I walk inside her room and reach for her purple microphone looking vibrator. I don’t know whether to try and use it on her or sing into the damn thing.
“Give me that!” She quickly snatches it from my hand and hides it under her leg. “Please go. The last thing I need right now is you giving me a hard time.”
“Who said I’m here to give you a hard time?” Reaching for the top of my sweats, I drop them to my feet, before stepping out of them. “You sounded frustrated. All I want to do is help you.”
She looks me over and swallows. Everything about her body language confirms that she wants me as badly as I want her right now, but we both know there’s one thing stopping us: Alexander.
“We both know that Xan would kill you if you laid even one finger on me.”
Smirking, I yank the blanket from her body and suck my bottom lip into my mouth as I take in her sexy little body, wearing only a small white tank top and black panties.
“Who said I have to lay a finger on you?” Dropping down to my knees, I reach under her leg for her vibrator. “Nice microphone.”
“It’s a personal massager from the Couture collection,” she corrects me. “And what do you think you’re doing?”
Gripping her legs, I yank her down to the edge of the bed and spread her knees apart. “Doing you a favor . . . without laying a finger on you. Now lay back and relax.”
She hesitates for a moment, before lying back and relaxing her legs. “I can’t believe I’m about to let this happen.”
“I can.” Raising up a bit, I grip the straps of her panties and get ready to pull them down her legs.
“No.” She grips my hand, stopping me. “Through the panties.”
“Are you serious?” I arch a brow.
“I’m not going to let you sit there and look at my vagina.”
I smile, knowing that once I start she’s going to wish that she were bare. “I can work with that.”
Wanting to get her worked up, I stand and rub my hand over the top of my boxer briefs, squeezing my erection.
“Look at me,” I demand.
Her eyes open and land on my hand that is now stroking my cock through my thin briefs.
“Does this turn you on?” I grab it with both hands, giving her a better view of its thickness. “You like watching me touch myself?”
Her bottom lip trembles as she lets out a small moan.
“Keep this image in mind and pretend that it’s my cock rubbing against your clit instead of your vibrator. Got it?”
She nods her head quickly and then goes back to closing her eyes when I drop back down to my knees at the end of the bed.
Grabbing her personal massager, I turn it on and rub the round top in circles over her clit. Her black panties were already soaked before I started.
“Oh. My. God.” Her voice comes out with a moan as she grips the bedsheet and spreads her legs more for me. “That feels so good.”
My dick throbs as I continue to rub her with her vibrator. I want nothing more than to give her the greatest pleasure of her life, and I have no doubt that my cock is just the right thing to do that with.
If it was my choice I’d rip her clothes off and slam her against the wall, but it’s not. I shouldn’t even be doing this right now. Alexander has been nothing but good to me, but a man only has so much willpower when it comes to something he wants and knows he can’t have.
I grip her thigh with my free hand and turn up the speed on her massager.
“Ohhh . . .” she moans out and grips my hand on her thigh. “Keep going. Right there. Right there . . . Ohhhhhh . . .”
My cock becomes so hard when she screams out her orgasm that it hurts. It actually fucking hurts, and I want to take it out on her body so damn bad.
“You’re welcome,” I say with a cocky smirk.
Looking embarrassed, she grabs the sheet and throws it over her as I stand up. “Don’t say one word about this to anyone,” she whispers. “I’ve never let anyone . . .”
“It’s between us and my cock,” I tease.
She grabs a pillow and tosses it at me. “Now get out so I can sleep, cocky ass.”
There’s a hint of a smile on her lips and I know without a doubt that she enjoyed me getting her off just as much as I did.
“I expect the favor to be returned if you walk by and hear me trying to get off. Four hands are better than two when it comes to my cock.”
She laughs as I smile and leave her room. It’s cute seeing her sexually relieved, and I know by looking at her that I want more of this from her.
I just have to find a way of doing that without pissing Alexander off and ruining our friendship.
Fuck me. Good luck with that . . .
Tegan
I’ve been awake tossing and turning for the last hour, surprised that I allowed Micah to use my vibrator on me. I never thought I’d let myself do that.
If I had been thinking clearly, I would’ve kicked him out of my room the moment he stepped inside, but I was too sexually frustrated to not take him up on his offer.
He was right. I took that picture of him for myself; although, I tried my hardest to convince myself it was for Whitney’s viewing pleasure.
I realized that the moment I had it pulled up on my phone and was reaching for my vibrator.
His muscles and long hair had me coming within fifteen seconds the first time and thirty seconds the second time.
So yes . . . it’s exactly what it looks like. Don’t judge me.
I haven’t gotten off in months, so I went for a third time, but my vagina wasn’t having it.
Not until he walked into my room; so sexy and sinful, a look of intent on his face.
I sigh and shove another piece of cookie dough into my mouth, eating my frustrations away.
“You gonna share that with me or are you going to eat my whole stash alone?”
When I look up Micah is standing across the room in a pair of sweats. The way they hang low on his waist has my eyes lowering to his bulge, but I quickly avert my eyes before he catches me staring.
After the hard-on I witnessed earlier in those tight briefs, I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to keep my eyes from going there whenever he’s in front of me.
“I figured this was yours. Alexander used to hide the cookie dough from me when we were kids and refused to buy me any when he was out on a store run. Complained I was going to get sick from eating it raw.”
“Nah.” He bends down and eats the piece right out of my hand. “You’ll be fine. It’s not like you’re eating the whole damn package. You’re not, right?”
He lifts a brow and I toss him what’s left of the package. “I might’ve gotten close a few times before, but my brother always snatched it from me and tossed it in the trash before I could consume the last quarter of it. Like that small amount is going to make a difference.
“I think maybe I should keep this safe then.” He rolls up the end of the package and sets it down on the island in front of him. “What are you doing up? Too many words in your head?”
“Maybe . . . how about you?”
“I haven’t been able to sleep much. Been thinking a lot about getting my bar up and running.” He huffs and runs a hand through his messy hair. “I’ve still got to order tables and supplies and figure out staff and payroll and a lot of other things that exhaust me just thinking about them.”
“I heard it’s based around live music; like how you occasionally perform at my brother’s bar, except it will be nightly. I’ve always wished we had a place like that back in Arlington. I’ve seen them in movies and TV shows growing up and those have always intrigued me. I love that idea and it’s awesome that’s what you wanted. I can see myself spending a lot of time there whenever I’m here to visit.”
“You might not want to go home after the summer ends if you spend too much time at my bar.”
“Maybe not, but I have to. I promised my parents I’d wait a few more years before moving away. They were really torn up about Alexander leaving at such a young age and I don’t want to put my parents through that again. It may not be what I want, but it’s what they want.”
“And what about a boyfriend or even an ex who wants you back? He want you to stay too?” His eyes lock on mine, waiting for an answer.
I shake my head and laugh. “I haven’t had a boyfriend in three years, and there’s no one back home who even slightly has me interested, so, no.”
“That’s good to know.” He takes a step toward me, his eyes lowering to my lips. I suck in a breath at his closeness, which results in him taking a step back and running his hands over his face.
We stand here in silence for a few moments before he releases a long breath and looks me over, as if he’s about to say something important but decides against it.
“It’s late. I’ve got to be at the bar early to make sure everything is running smoothly for when your brother gets back tomorrow.” He grabs the cookie dough and reaches into the fridge for a water. “You should go lay down so your characters can talk, yeah?”
I nod, watching as he disappears from the kitchen.
I don’t know what the hell that was about, but I won’t deny that I almost wish he would’ve kissed me.
But I have a feeling Micah isn’t the kissing type. Not from what I’ve heard from my brother . . .