Take Two

Rune

Pushing my shoulder-length blonde locks back behind my ear, I glanced over at the male who’d sauntered up.

He didn’t hesitate, introducing himself as soon as he was within hearing distance as he announced, “I’m Micah, sweetheart. Tell me your name.”

His chocolate-brown orbs snared my own silvery-colored ones, making me want to answer his demand in a hurry, but I bristled at the command instead, refusing to comply.

I turned away from his incredibly toned physique, noticing how expensive his clothes looked before I’d started ignoring him, but that didn’t make a difference to me. Taking another long drink of my Coke, I jumped a little as my phone notified me that my ride had arrived.  

My face turned pink as he handed me a few napkins to clean the spill up with, and I softened my tone resultingly when I said, “Well, Micah, it’s been nice talking to you, but I’m out of here.”

I shimmied off the stool, by some miracle managing to not embarrass myself in the process, and I rotated on my heel with my phone clutched in my fist as I took a fortifying breath before thrusting myself into the throng of writhing bodies on the dance floor.

It was easy to get thrown around with the number of people enjoying themselves in the upbeat environment, and I didn’t relish the next part of the night.

In any event, I was shocked when I comprehended that Micah intended to accompany me. I didn’t protest as he cleared a path through the people, his broad chest and authoritative deportment automatically making people want to give him a wide berth.

It didn’t go unnoticed that he was the only man in the place wearing a suit, but it didn’t faze him one bit to stand out. I had to concede, I admired how he owned his choices, and I might’ve been ogling his considerable assets as he bulldozed his way through the crowd.

I shivered once more as the fresh air hit the drying perspiration on my arms, and I made a mental note to stop allowing my friend to dictate what I wore. This scrap of fabric barely covered my body, and I detested being cold.

Irrespective, that didn’t stop me from protesting when Micah dropped his suit jacket over my shoulders in the next second.

My body reveled in the warmth and the amazing fragrance of pungent coffee emanating from it as it settled on my body, but I tried to give the jacket back, just the same.

“Here, my ride is waiting. Thank you, but I’m leaving now anyway.” I said, reaching up to pull it off my shoulders, but one of his huge hands stopped my much smaller one.

“Keep it.” He replied, using his other hand to direct my chin up until I could see the glow of the streetlamp behind me in his molten gaze.

I grasped his intention a second before his lips came crashing down on mine, and I forgot about the person waiting for me, the bouncer, or any other onlookers as Micah absolutely plundered my mouth.

No one had ever kissed me like this before, and I knew I wanted more before he ever pulled away.

An image of Shane flitted through my head for some reason as I wound my arms around Micah’s neck, experimentally moving my tongue with his as he yanked me against the hard lines of his body.

He planted one large hand on my ass, keeping our pelvises pressed together, so I felt the thick ridge of his cock as his other hand knotted in my hair, keeping my head angled the way he wanted it.

I appreciated his show of dominance, and I lost myself in the bliss he was offering, so much so that I didn’t immediately recognize when my phone’s ringtone cut through the comparatively quiet night outside the busy club.

Continuing to move my swollen lips with Micah’s, I leaned up on my toes to chase him as he pulled back, his sonorous voice sending chills down my spine as he chuckled, “We’ve got all night, sweetheart, but you might want to answer that first.”

Shaking my head to clear some of the fog, I stumbled back a few feet to take the incoming call, but Micah didn’t give me any space, following me and leaning down to suck on my neck as I apologized to my driver in a breathy voice.

Hanging up, I gave Micah a dirty look for distracting me, but he was unrepentant, claiming my lips in another fiery kiss before he said, “Come home with me. You won’t regret it, baby.”

Again, Shane entered my mind, but we hadn’t promised each other anything. Hell, I hardly knew the man. I’d intended on having a one-night stand tonight, and, if I thought about it for a minute, it was made all the better by the fact that Micah didn’t know my name.

Deciding to follow through with my daring night in the end, I agreed, letting him trail after me to the car I’d ordered, cringing when it dawned on me that we’d been in plain sight of it the whole time, but I made damn certain Micah knew we weren’t going to my place once we were shut inside the vehicle.

I didn’t want him knowing anything about me, much less the rundown property I was struggling to maintain on my own. This was one night, and then I would be back to treading water in my real life.

Discreetly, I texted Kiki the address after Micah had given it to the driver, unable to let my sense of responsibility slip entirely in spite of the circumstances.

At any rate, I wasn’t a slick as I’d believed because he outright called me on it, but instead of being offended, he’d complemented me for thinking about my safety.

Micah kept surprising me, but I didn’t let myself think further than that, taking the initiative and sealing my lips over his as the vehicle moved steadily through the streets.

He let me lead for a minute, but then he seized control, dipping his tongue into my mouth as his hand crept higher on my thigh. It was dark inside the car, but occasional streetlights lit up the interior, and I was worried about the driver seeing what we were up to.

Nevertheless, Micah refused to be denied, his kiss drugging and destroying any restraint I’d had.

He gently massaged my inner thigh, encouraging me to spread my legs far enough to accommodate his hand, continuing to devour my moans of pleasure with his mouth all the while.

Right as his finger brushed against the sodden lace shielding my core, the car came to a halt, the driver urging us out as we reached our destination.

My face was on fire as Micah paid the fare, helping me from the car and keeping an arm glued around my waist afterward. I didn’t pay much attention to our surroundings, too engrossed in looking down at my feet as my pulse pounded in my ears.

I wanted Micah. There was no doubt in my mind about that, but I’d never done anything like this before, leaving me an anxious mess on the inside.

Was there some sort of protocol for one-night stands, something I was supposed to do afterward? Did I spend the night after or leave immediately?

The tension running rampant through me had my shoulders bunching as we rode an elevator up to the top of the grand building that he’d led me into, but Micah sensed my distress somehow, moving his hands to knead the stiff muscles in my shoulders as we ascended higher.

My eyes were closed as I enjoyed the massage, so I didn’t get a good glimpse of the entryway or the spacious common areas of Micah’s apartment due to him sweeping me up into his arms the second the elevator doors had opened.

He strolled through the house at a fast clip, his lips meeting mine halfway through what I was assuming was the living room. I’d spotted a couch, but then my eyes were slamming shut again as Micah took charge, his lips zealously colliding with mine.

In everyday life, I would have been pissed at his bossy demeanor as he threw me onto a king-sized bed after striding into a huge bedroom, complete with a fireplace that I noticed against the far wall with my hasty perusal.

“Strip.” He directed, his heated gaze fixed square on me as he unhurriedly began shrugging off his own clothing.

My eyes flashed at the command in his voice, but I wouldn’t deny it had resulted in more sticky liquid drenching the gusset of my panties.

Choosing to follow his demand, I slowly reached towards the zipper on my dress after he’d removed his jacket, but he stopped me, urging me to turn as he pulled the tab down himself.

Pressing butterfly kisses against my shoulders, he slid the fabric down, leaving me in the midnight-black lingerie I’d put on specifically for my night out. I hadn’t felt this sexy in a long time, and I let myself go, loving how Micah moved my body right where he wanted it.

His display of strength as he pushed my shoulders down, unclasped my bra, and ordered me to remove it while stripping my panties off was intoxicating, and I hastened to comply as liquid fire razed through me.

I could already tell this would be an entirely new experience than I was used to, something I would never regret, and the tingles coursing through me only confirmed that I apparently liked a man in charge in the bedroom.

Yet, nothing could have prepared me for the astonishing events that transpired over the next few days as a result of my moment of weakness, bringing even more upheaval to my already tumultuous life.