The Bound Angel (Sacrilege Rising: Book 1)

The rest of Mike’s classes were a forgotten smear in his memory. He didn’t get much more out of them than he did in Anders’. The fact that Allie was coming over tonight dominated his thoughts.

Lana wasn’t there when he returned. Was that good or bad? He looked around. The apartment could use some cleaning, and there was still a little time before Allie arrived.

He unloaded and loaded the dishes. A pile of folded laundry found its way into drawers. The floors weren’t too bad but could use a good vacuuming. Did he own a vacuum? His stomach growled and he decided to order pizza, opting to pay for delivery to make sure he wasn’t out when she arrived. Why was he being so weird about this? They were just going to study. The way Allie’s skirt parted around her leg flashed through his mind. Right. Just study.

At a knock on the door, Mike almost jumped out of his shoes. He gave himself a once-over before opening it. On the other side, Lana met him with a smile.

“Hello, Michael.” Her sky-blue eyes quieted his nerves.

“Hey, come in.”

Her dazzling smile faded. “What is wrong?”

“Hmm? Nothing. I just have a, uh, friend, coming over. To study.”

“Ah. Another friend. You are quite popular.” She read the look on his face and her expression soured. “It is a problem I am here.” It wasn’t a question.

“No. Well, not exactly.”

“What troubles you?”

Mike hesitated. Something had been bothering him, and he hadn’t been able to put his finger on it until just now. “People have been acting… weird, around me lately.”

Lana looked curious. “In what way?”

It had been brewing in the back of his mind for a while, and now it came out in a rush. “First it was Meredith, but we already talked about that, and I figured the drinking played a part.” Lana nodded and waited. “But then at lunch the other day it really felt like Emma was coming on to me. And today, this girl Allie, who has never given me the time of day before, was flirting hard and just invited herself over. It’s just a lot of attention all of the sudden, and I can’t help but think it’s somehow related to what happened the other night, and… us.” Mike stopped to catch his breath, hoping he didn’t sound like a crazy person.

Lana looked thoughtful. “Michael, you are a good person. Do not discount your natural charm.” His what? “And you are an attractive man.” When he tried to awkwardly interrupt, she brushed him off. “Remember, I cannot lie to you, and I see the path of your thoughts. You assign too much credit to the supernatural. Sometimes things just happen, in a time and a way you do not expect. That does not make them mystical. The strangest things in life can usually be attributed to coincidence. Do not worry or fight it so hard. Sometimes it is best to simply let the current take you.”

Mike understood what she was saying, but it was still overwhelming. A lot was happening in a short amount of time. It had only been a few days since that night at the church, but it already felt like his life was completely different.

“This is not all that troubles you, is it?” He watched Lana put the pieces together and hoped he wouldn’t have to spell it out. “Ah. You wish for this to become something more, with this Allie.”

Of course he did. What guy wouldn’t? But it was so unlikely to happen that he hadn’t seriously considered it. Still…

“Sort of?” That came out awkwardly.

Fortunately, Lana didn’t have his hangups. “Say no more. Your privacy is important. I will leave for a time.”

“Are you sure it’s okay? Where will you go?”

“Of course. This is your home.” When she smiled, his worries seemed silly. “Do not concern yourself with me.”

His home. It was actually her home too now, in a way. That was strange to think about. It was his fault she couldn’t leave and it wasn’t right to kick her out, especially for a girl he wasn’t even sure he could tolerate.

“Wait. I’m sure we won’t be long. Why don’t-”

Another knock on the door cut him off. Mike froze, eyes flicking between the door handle and Lana. The angel shook her head and answered it.

“Oh,” Allie said, surprised. She looked at the number on the door. “Am I in the wrong place?”

“Hey Allie,” Mike answered, leaning around Lana. “No, you’re fine. This is Lana. Lana, Allie.”

The same smile Allie wore when she’d talked to Donna earlier now lit up her face. “So nice to meet you, Lana. That’s a really pretty name.”

Mike was reminded of the fact that Lana could read people. He was relieved when she remained carefully neutral. “The pleasure is mine. I was just leaving. Good luck with your studying.” She left before Mike could say another word.

The smile slipped from Allie’s face as soon as the door closed. “I thought you said you lived alone.”

“She’s just a friend.”

“Well she’s really pretty.”

Allie watched him like a hawk waiting for a mouse to come out in the open. When he didn’t take the bait she asked, “What was with the outfit?”

Right. Gold armor wasn’t exactly normal. Mike answered smoothly, “She’s in a play.”

Allie made a face. “A theater nerd. Figures. Were you going to show me your place or am I just supposed to stand here?” Then she was moving past him. “It’s not exactly as nice as you made it out to be.”

Had he said it was particularly nice? The grimace she made as she looked around made him wish he’d bought a vacuum.

“Beats having roommates though. You can drop your stuff wherever. I thought we could work at the table.”

She ran a finger over the table’s surface and sneered. “Great.”

They opened their books and dove in. Econ was complicated. They’d moved past the basics like supply and demand and were now slogging through dreary charts. Fiscal policy, inflation, interest rates; it was enough to make Mike yawn. Even though it didn’t come naturally to him, he felt good enough to show her the basics. But it didn’t take long to get tripped up.

“Almost,” he said when Allie finished writing out a formula. “Just flip it so the reserve ratio is in the denominator.”

“Can I see it on yours?”

“Yeah, see here,” Mike said as she leaned for a better look. “Just switch these two numbers so this one’s on the bottom.” Allie shifted, and she was suddenly close. Close enough to smell her citrus shampoo. Close enough to notice a freckle on her ear when she tucked her hair behind it. She was wearing the same jacket from earlier and he suddenly had the urge to turn on the heat in the apartment.

“Oh,” Allie said. “That’s not so bad. What’s the point of this one again?”

He wracked his brain trying to remember. The details were fuzzy. “I think it has to do with banks putting their extra money back into the economy. Or something like that.”

She glanced at him out of the corner of her eye. “You seem to know what you’re doing. I thought you were distracted in class.”

“Well, you know, some things sink in anyway.” He waved his hand. “Osmosis and all.”

Allie began tapping her pen on her lips in thought. Definitely a habit. “If you weren’t paying attention to that nerd Anders, what were you paying attention to?” When she looked up at him, her dark eyes smoldered. She didn’t blink or breathe. Just the gentle tap, tap, tap of the pen on her lips. Time seemed to slow. “What had you so… distracted?”

Another knock on the door broke the moment. It was the third person to knock on his door in the last half hour, and by far the most irritating.

“Hey man,” the delivery guy said. “I have a pie for Mike. Half cheese, half pepperoni.”

He already forgot he’d ordered food. Once the door closed, Allie sneered, “And that’s why we’re in college.” Then she turned her annoyed look on him. “Pizza? After that gross sandwich for lunch? You’ve heard of the freshman fifteen, right?”

Mike smiled pleasantly. “Luckily, we’re not freshman anymore. Should be all set.”

“Whatever,” she rolled her eyes. “Can we get back to it? I don’t want to be here all night.”

He hesitated. Allie had a real problem with the way she talked to people, and his stomach was about to start rumbling. But if he told her off, she would probably storm out. With a resigned sigh, he set the box down and told himself cold pizza wasn’t so bad.

They returned to the table. This time when she sat down, the slit of her skirt parted around one leg, leaving it bare from thigh to ankle. It was an act of momentous will to keep his eyes on the textbook.

“Let’s see where we left off,” Mike said, finding the page that answered her earlier question. “The money multiplier.” The term made it sound like an action movie about a shady underworld financier.

Allie’s foot started bouncing while he read.

“It says here, ‘A bank loans or invests its excess reserves to earn more interest.’”

The pen resumed its gentle tapping on her lips.

“A one dollar increase to the monetary base causes the money supply to-”

“Are you warm?” Allie interrupted. “It’s like a thousand degrees in here.”

She pulled her jacket off. Underneath was the same tight black top from earlier, but now he had a closer look at the thin fabric straining over her chest, and how it clung to her tight stomach. It drew his gaze like a moth to a flame, and he understood why she was so focused on eating healthy. It was simply unfair to be that hot.

“Well? What happens to the money supply?”

“Hmm? Oh. Um,” he forced his attention back to the book. “’…causes the money supply to increase by more than one dollar.”

Before he could finish, Allie tilted her head and touched her neck. She started at her ear then traced a lazy path downward, fingers catching on the strap for a second, before settling on her bare shoulder. After a moment, her hand started gliding back up.

Mike would be thinking of caramel the rest of the night.

“So it rises then.”

Was that a question? “What?”

“The money. It rises.”

“Yeah, it looks like it.”

Her fingers traced over her collarbone before moving down to her chest, absently stroking the tops of her breasts. Mike couldn’t look away.

“Was it,” she inhaled and closed her eyes, then shook her head. “Is it a gradual rise? Or is it hard? I mean, fast. Does it rise fast?”

When the tips of her fingers caressed the valley where her cleavage began, Mike lost track of the conversation. “I don’t know. What do you think?”

“Oh Jesus,” she breathed, and kissed him.

Allie was a flurry of motion, her searing lips pressing against his, her hands frantically rubbing his shoulders and chest, her hips squirming to be closer. She was on fire. There was no feeling-out stage. No gentle probing. Just immediate passion and burning heat. Then she was in his lap and straddling him.

She rocked her hips and ground against his groin while his hand found the slit in her skirt. She moaned into his mouth, opening so their tongues could find each other, desperate for as much contact as possible. Now both of his hands were under the skirt and palming her ass, pulling her into him, forcing more pressure while she squirmed in his lap.

Without warning, Mike stood and lifted. He spread her legs around his waist, moving forward, pressing her back against the wall and mashing her breasts into his chest.

“I need it,” she whimpered against his lips. “I need it so bad,” she repeated through the broken kiss. “Please.”

He had to get her clothes off, now, and reluctantly let go of her ass to set her on the floor. Then the bottom of her shirt was in his hands and he was lifting, fingers brushing against bare skin, bodies fighting to stay connected. At some point she must have gotten his shirt off too.

This was Allie. The girl that flaunted her looks and bullied anyone that would let her get away with it, which was everyone. He’d spent more time thinking about her dark, caramel skin, and the body hiding just beneath her skimpy outfits, than he cared to admit. And here she was, whimpering with need. He knew he should take a moment to appreciate the craziness of the situation, but he was no better.

When he was with Meredith, alcohol was woven into their decisions. It pulled down the social guardrails that prevented you from going too far, too fast. What might have been a coy glance or suggestive phrase was instead accelerated into a first kiss and aggressive hands. This felt like that. But instead of alcohol, they were drunk on something else. Something primal.

Allie pushed him away. Her eyes were dark and heavy, and her full chest heaved. She slowly stalked toward him like a tiger prowling in the tall grass, while he backed away, incredibly aroused and equally wary. Her reputation preceded her, and in the back of his mind he couldn’t shake the fear that this was some kind of prank. Then she reached behind her back and unclasped her bra, letting it fall to the floor. If it was a prank, it was worth it. Her full breasts were round and perfect and as tan as the rest of her. Her stomach was lightly rippled with the perfect combination of soft curves and lean muscle.

Allie smirked, rightfully confident in her body. Mike continued backing away, not out of fear, but because the hunt was thrilling, even on this end. She followed slowly, matching him step for step, keeping the distance between them even. The skirt came off next, and she somehow managed to peel it down and step out without stumbling. Then she was naked except for a skimpy black thong.

They were in his room. There was nowhere left to go. How could someone in such a vulnerable position still manage to command the world around her through sheer will?

Deciding the time to take a stand was now or never, Mike stood firm and, mostly, steady. But Allie kept coming until she was right in front of him with that cocky grin on her face. She won this little game, and they both knew it.

“So that’s what’s been distracting you in class.”

“Like you didn’t know,” he growled, and pulled her into another fierce kiss, this one heightened by the fact that her bare breasts were pressed against his chest. When her tongue slipped into his mouth, Mike slid his hands under her thong and pushed it down. He stopped to squeeze her ass before letting it drop to the floor. Now all that separated them were his boxers.

Her hand moved. His cock sprang free, and she quickly wrapped her fingers around it as they kissed. Mike couldn’t hold back the groan that tore from his throat. She pushed until they both fell into bed with her on top. Allie leaned down to whisper in his ear while her hands roamed over his torso.

“Fuck, you’re hot. Tell me what you want,” her breath was steam on his skin. “Tell me. I’ll do anything. Just fucking tell me.”

Her words contradicted the fierce confidence in her eyes. Tell her what he wanted? He thought she was going to take the lead and be selfish, which, for the record, he had no problem with. But he was in no position to question her motives. “I just need you.”

“Yessss,” she hissed, and wasted no time reaching between them and lining him up.

Allie was wet. As wet as any girl he’d ever been with. She dripped around his cock as she rubbed his tip against her molten sex. Then he couldn’t wait any longer and thrust, pushing into her, hard, spreading her all the way open in one go.

“Oh,” she gasped, her breath catching. Then she melted, relaxing, letting her weight settle in his lap. Her hands found his chest, and she began to ride.

Mike squeezed her ass and groped her tits, reveling in her body, comfortable letting her take the lead. It was relaxing. Easy. She rode at a comfortable pace, and they savored the connection without giving in to the frenzy.

Mike was surprised. After all her talk, all her swagger, all her hyper confidence, the sex was… fine? She was easily the hottest girl he’d ever been with. Her body was incredible and her seductive, sultry look and shitty attitude aroused dark thoughts. But she just rode him at a smooth, easy pace. He felt horrible even thinking that way and berated himself for not living in the moment while this goddess took her time.

But she’d said to tell her what he wanted, and he didn’t want fine. Not from Allie. Without warning, he tucked her leg, lifted his hips, and rolled. She yelped when he ended up on top.

Now this was better. This was what he wanted. Mostly. Allie was spread before him, vulnerable, and Mike increased the pressure, driving into her with long strokes and bouncing her perfect tits.

But taking a cue from the pace she’d set before, he was still restrained, still kept himself in check. Maybe this was what she liked. Slow and easy could just be personal preference, and he wouldn’t violate that out of selfishness.

But he was only human, and found himself occasionally pushing a little harder, a little deeper, a little rougher. Allie responded. The first time, she bit her lip. The second, she moaned. The third, she wrapped her legs around his waist and squeezed.

Encouraged, he let go of the reins a little more and held her hands over her head. A rush of power and pleasure swept over him, and Allie whimpered, “Oh my fucking god, yes, fuck me baby, fuck me just like that,” over and over as he started pounding into her. Mike let go with one hand, easily able to hold her wrists down with just the other, and mauled her tits, reveling in the freedom and control over her sinful body. He wanted to do this forever, but Allie’s naked perfection and little whimpers were pushing him toward the finish line.

“Do it, oh, take what you want. Give it to me, fuck, cum in me. Fill me up. Do whatever you want. Just give it to me baby. I’ll do anything.”

“Anything?” he growled as a shadow fell over his thoughts.

“Yes,” she hissed through his thrusts. “Anything. Fuck. Name it. Just don’t stop.”

The words came out without consulting his brain. “What if I want your ass next?”

Her whole body writhed when he said that, and she began thrusting up into him, meeting him halfway. The frenzy was finally here.

“Then it’s yours.”

“Oh, fuck, I’m close,” he panted.

“Go, baby. Just go.”

Mike couldn’t hold back anymore, and let go. His body clenched, one hand on her breast, the other holding her wrists down, as he throbbed into her. At the same time, she began to shake. A tremor began in her legs before becoming a full-body convulsion. Her eyes squeezed shut and her face twisted with ecstasy and her mouth opened in a silent scream.

After they came together for what felt like hours, they finally exhaled. Mike breathed hard, still leaning over her possessively, and waited for her gasps and shudders to slow down. They stayed like that for a time. His hands, firm and controlling before, became gentle. They stroked along her sides and shoulders, massaging tight muscles. They mapped her body, memorizing every curve and swell. He looked down to where his cock was still buried, and reached around to palm her ass, dimpling the soft flesh with his fingers. It was the ass he’d dreamed about.

Allie wiggled her hips, but he wasn’t ready for the moment to end and continued exploring her caramel skin. When she tapped him on the ass he finally pulled out. The air was cool on his slick length, and he immediately regretted it.

Allie stood from the bed and arched her back, stretching her arms over her head as she straightened. Mike took a moment just to watch until a wry smile played over her lips. “Enjoying the view?”

“Something like that.”

She sauntered out of the room while he stared, returning with a bottle of water from his fridge a moment later. Just one. That cocky look was back.

“That was nice,” she finally said.

“Yeah,” Mike agreed.

She looked away. “Not quite what I expected though.”

“How so?”

Allie shrugged. “I just thought there would be a little more… I don’t know, something, to it.” When he didn’t respond, she continued. “No offense. I just thought I saw a… look, before. I didn’t think this would be so… vanilla.”

“A look?”

She nodded. “In class. Just now, when we were studying. When you watch me you look, I don’t know, intense. I thought that would carry over a little more.”

Her comment, like all her little comments, ignited something in him. Mike stood from the bed. Her eyes glinted when she saw him rise. It was that look again, the one she got when she was coolly making fun of someone.

“But this was fun.” She looked around for her clothes. “See you in class, I guess.”

A shadow fell over his mind like a cloud passing in front of the sun. The way she made fun of Donna. How she casually insulted the delivery guy. The way she talked about Lana as soon as she was out of the room. The off-handed contempt for the people around her that came so easily. She probably didn’t even remember most of it, or most of them. She’d probably been that way for so long it didn’t even register anymore. And she got away with it because she was hot. Because people as hot as her never got called on their shit.

The shadow grew darker, signaling a coming storm. He’d felt the inklings of something like it during the night he spent with Meredith. But that was a gentle current compared to the tidal wave looming over his thoughts now. For some reason, he was reminded of the woman in black at the church. The Dark Lady, the angels had called her. She straddled the line between sexy and terrifying in a way that sent shivers up his spine and left him rock hard. He’d never felt anything like this before, and he liked it.

Allie noticed the look on his face and took a step back, but didn’t turn away. “Damn,” she whispered. “There it is.”

He devoured her naked body. The perfect fullness of her breasts. The curve of her hips. The way her abs moved under caramel skin. The glistening moisture between her legs.

“What are you thinking about?” Her voice was soft, like she’d been waiting for something all day and didn’t want to scare it off now.

Thoughts of pinning her down and taking her, hard and fast and rough, flashed in Mike’s mind. He managed to push them away, but instead of fleeing, they lingered. “I don’t know,” he lied.

Her eyes sparkled in the face of his indecision, like a coyote sensing prey that had just peaked its head out from its hiding place. “Really?”

Her breasts swayed as she shifted her weight from one foot to the other. It took all his focus to hold back the dark fantasies demanding his attention. Her hands tied behind her back. Rubbing his cock all over her bitchy face. Teasing her until she begged for release.

Not just fantasies anymore. Possibilities.

Mike shook his head. Where was this coming from? He’d be lying if he said he’d never had dark fantasies, but they rarely came out. They were supposed to be just that. Fantasies.

Allie glanced down at his still-hard cock, and her eyes became heavy again. She licked her lips. “You’re not thinking about bending me over?” She took a step forward, her words teaming up with his thoughts. Her voice was barely a whisper, and her dark eyes were locked on his. “Throwing me on the bed?” If he didn’t know any better, he would have thought she was the one hunting him. “Holding me down?” Another step. “Taking me?” He was balanced on a knife’s edge. “Fucking me?”

Her mouth turned into a cruel smirk. She was right in front of him now, and she ran her fingers along the ridges in his stomach and chest. “I’ve been a bad girl.” Her light touch made him throb in the cool air. Allie pitched her voice even lower, and whispered, “Teach me a lesson.” Her voice was like smoke. “I promise I won’t cry. Unless… that’s what you want.”

She turned around and leaned forward to press her hands against the wall. Then she looked back over her shoulder and arched her back. “Do you want my ass, or my mouth?” She saw where he was looking and wiggled her hips.

“You are such a fucking tease,” he growled.

Her look was pure challenge. “So do something about it.”

Conflict raged in his mind. Allie was not a nice person. She treated people badly. She complained and insulted at every opportunity. But nobody deserved to be used like that. Like an object. The punishment for being mean should not be… that.

Her ass swayed while she slowly licked her lips, holding his gaze. She was literally asking for it while Mike teetered on the edge. Any little push would send him over the line in either direction. Finally, after balancing for too long and holding on to sanity with his fingertips, he decided it just wasn’t who he was.

Seeing his hesitance, Allie sneered, “You are such a fucking pussy,” throwing his words back in his face. That was the push he needed.

He growled one word. “Kneel.” It came out like slabs of granite grinding together, hitting her like a slap in the face. Sensing the change, she hesitated, then obeyed, warily dropping to her knees, watching him.

He stepped forward, taking in the sight of the hottest, bitchiest girl he’d ever met, naked and kneeling before him. He let his cock hang in front of her face. She couldn’t take her eyes off it. But she stayed mercifully silent now, aware she’d pushed far enough.

Allie finally tore her eyes away and looked up. A heady sense of satisfaction fogged Mike’s mind as they held each other’s gaze. Understanding passed between them. The game was entering a new phase.

“Tell me,” she whispered, almost too low to hear, her breath hot on his sensitive skin. “Tell me what you want.”

He answered with another rumbling growl. “Suck my cock.”

Apparently, Allie had a shred of resistance remaining. She snarled, “Make me.”

Mike grabbed her by the hair and pressed his cock against her lips, holding it there for just a beat. Then, with a grunt, he forced it into her mouth. That must have triggered something.

She began attacking his dick with reckless abandon. Her head bobbed, slurping and sucking in constant motion. Any sense of technique or care was gone. One of her hands was between her legs and her arm worked in time with her mouth. She took him so deep she started to gag and drool, unwilling to let up even to catch her breath. Spit glistened on her chin and dripped onto her tits. Her eyes were closed. In between the gulping, strangled noises escaping her throat, she was moaning, low and needy. With her free hand she squeezed his ass and pulled, forcing him even deeper.

Allie choked herself on his cock, desperate to please, recklessly pushing herself to satisfy. It was as darkly erotic as he imagined.

But Mike pulled back, freeing his length from her eager mouth. The look she gave him was a mix of confusion and annoyance. She inched closer, moving to suck again, and again he pulled back. He looked down and chuckled.

Her eyes were pure venom, and he loved it.

“We’ll have to teach you some patience,” he said, enjoying the look on her face.

She sat back on her heels and glared, but she waited. And she wasn’t touching herself anymore. Once she realized power had shifted, Mike stepped forward and planted his feet on either side of her knees, so she was directly under his balls. Then he started tapping his cock on her face. When she opened her mouth to take him in, he pulled away.

“Ah, ah,” he taunted. “Not yet.”

Taking the hint, she closed again, and he laid his slick cock on her face, letting it rest there. The sight, the feeling, the control, made him throb against her lips. When he began leaking precum onto her face, when he couldn’t hold back anymore, he gripped her hair and rubbed the head against her lips, smearing it all over. Her eyes burned with contempt.

Mike’s laugh was mocking. “You want it so bad, don’t you?”

“Yes.” Her voice was ragged and her lips tickled his shaft when she spoke.

“Hmmm,” he taunted, tapping the head against her nose while he pretended to think. “Not yet.”

The contempt in her eyes flared into dark fury.

He lifted his cock and placed his balls directly on her face, letting their weight settle while she fumed. His shaft followed, smearing makeup and leaving a trail of fluids on perfectly tanned skin. He slapped it roughly against her cheek while those dark eyes looked up at him.

Then he gripped the back of her head with both hands and pulled, squeezing his length between them. He started thrusting, grinding his wet cock into her face, loving the feeling on his shaft as much as the indignation it was causing her.

The power, the control, was heady and intoxicating. It was like nothing he’d ever felt before, satisfying a desire he’d hardly even known existed. It threatened to push him over the edge. But it was too soon for that. “Good girl,” he taunted, and stepped back.

Allie sneered. “Having fun?” Disgust laced her voice. Her face was a sticky mess. Mike had never seen anything sexier, and his cock twitched in the air.

“Yes,” he answered simply.

When he’d cooled down enough to continue, he placed his cock against her lips again and waited. When she didn’t move, he smiled darkly.

“Beg.”

“What?”

“Beg for it.”

“What do you-”

“Beg me to let you suck my dick.”

He thought that would be the last straw, the final push that would send her out the door. But instead, something in her seemed to melt, and her eyes became glassy.

“Please,” she whispered, almost too softly to hear. Her lips moved against the underside of his shaft, and her soft breath tickled his skin. “Can I please suck your dick?”

“More.”

She whimpered, then continued. “I need it so bad. I need your cock in my mouth so bad. Let me. Please.”

“More.”

Her whimper became a moan and her voice gained desperate strength.

“Please, Mike,” she looked up into his eyes, “fuck my mouth. I want to feel you. I want to feel you throb on my tongue.”

Hearing his name almost made him relent. But not yet. He said again, “More.”

A ragged moan tore from her throat like it was ripped from her soul. She wobbled on her knees. Her eyes fluttered, but never left his. “Please fuck my mouth, Mike. Please. Fuck it like it’s my pussy. Take my throat. Use me. Please.”

That was all he could take. He pushed forward, spreading her lips around his length, until he bumped against the back of her throat. It took everything he had not to push further. “Okay,” he said, tight with strain. “If that’s what you really want.”

Allie’s answering groan said it was.

She began slowly, afraid if she started too fast he would pull away again. But it only took a few moments for her restraint to unravel. She quickly resumed the frantic sucking and bobbing, and her hand drifted back down between her legs. The next moan she let out was urgent, desperate, raw.

“You’re not allowed to finish until I do,” Mike warned.

Allie half sobbed, half gasped around the cock filling her mouth, and redoubled her efforts, practically choking herself. With her other hand she cupped his balls, desperate for a shared release. The first twinge of pressure told him the end was near. But he let her keep going, the sloppy sounds satisfying this new urge.

The pressure grew. She pumped and slurped. The pressure swelled. Her mouth and hand moved in tandem, one jerking him off while the other massaged his balls. He was about to burst, like a whistling tea kettle screaming for release.

He slapped her hands away and took her head in both of his own, fucking her mouth with everything he had as the pressure burned like acid. Allie softened, letting him do as he pleased. When he was about to burst from the pressure, he pulled out, held the tip of his cock against her cheek, and stroked himself. She knew what was coming and closed her eyes.

He unloaded on her face. The first throb felt like a spout bursting through a crack in a dam, the precursor to an entire lake gushing through. It streaked over her closed eye from forehead to chin and made her flinch. The next went high and landed in her hair. The third fell across the bridge of her nose.

Allie started her own orgasm, her body writhing in time with her hand.

The next pulse smeared on flawless, deeply tanned skin and she didn’t even notice.

She opened her mouth to let out a long, throaty groan, which Mike interrupted by pushing his cock in, wanting to feel wet warmth while he finished. She closed her lips and her moan became a muted, garbled thing while he gushed. Her whole body shook. The moan turned into a muffled scream as she peaked, and he flooded her mouth through it all.

When he was done, he tilted his head back and closed his eyes. His mind went blank. His mouth hung open. He bathed in uncaring bliss. It was like feeling the sun’s warmth on your face. It banished the dark cloud hanging over his thoughts.

Then his length was released.

He finally looked down. Allie sat with her feet tucked beneath her, breathing hard, a dreamy smile on her lips. Her face was coated in a sticky glaze. He couldn’t believe what just happened, what he just did. But the warmth from his climax was blunting the shock. He’d never finished like that before. What was the appropriate next move when your cum was dripping from a girl’s chin?

Mike offered to help her up. She didn’t accept. Or maybe she didn’t notice. He left to get a towel, and she was standing when he returned. Their eyes met, and hers had regained a modicum of clarity. If she was embarrassed, it didn’t show. She calmly accepted the towel and began wiping her face while Mike waited for her to break the silence.

She said calmly, “Now we know what gets your rocks off.”

“Me?” he asked. “You were the one egging me on.”

She put her free hand on her waist and cocked her hips, which flexed her abs. Her body really was incredible. “You certainly look satisfied.”

That tone in her voice again. It triggered a distant rumble of thunder and he asked, “Do I?”

Allie’s eyes drifted down to his length, which was still stiff. They widened slightly in surprise. She licked her lips, glanced up at him, then looked away while a blush warmed her tan skin. “Whatever,” she muttered. “You know what I mean.”

Mike said, “You look as satisfied as I feel.” Where had that cockiness come from? He let his gaze linger on her flushed chest, which rose and fell as she caught her breath; the glistening moisture between her legs; the drying result of his climax on her face.

She blushed again. “Don’t be a dick.”

“Just pointing out facts,” he shrugged.

Like Meredith from a few nights ago, she started gathering her discarded clothes. “I should go.”

“Right,” he answered, and looked around for his own clothes. His stomach suddenly felt hollow, like he hadn’t eaten in days.

When they reached the door and saw the open books on the table, Mike asked, “What about Econ? Do you think you’ll be okay?”

She gave him a pitying look and answered, “I have an A in that class.”

Well…huh. How was one supposed to feel about that?

They were at the stage of goodbyes where neither knew exactly how to end it. So they stood in the doorway, awkwardly packing and repacking bags and adjusting clothes. The hollowness radiated out from his stomach, and he was starting to feel light-headed.

“Come here,” Mike said to cut the tension.

Allie hesitated. His tone was too much like the one from before. But she stepped closer. He lifted her chin until their eyes met, then leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on her lips.

She was stiff at first, but the tension quickly melted. Soon she was leaning into him. It was passionate, more than urgent. Indulgent, more than needy. Meant to convey affection and appreciation. He held her face while their tongues brushed.

Mike pulled back first. Her eyes were still closed and her lips still parted. When she realized it was over, she opened her eyes and breathed, “Let me know when you’re up for getting together again. Maybe I can make time.”

She said when, not if. Her confidence truly was endless.

Spots were appearing in the edges of his vision, but he pushed on. He grabbed her wrist and placed her hand on his groin, letting her feel exactly how ready he was. A whimper escaped her throat, and she squeezed once.

“You have my number,” he said, putting the ball back in her court. It was his apartment, she’d have to be the one to decide to leave. Eventually, she stepped away, and only looked back once before the door closed behind her.

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