The Bound Angel (Sacrilege Rising: Book 1)

Chapter Fifteen

Allie froze like a gazelle that heard a rustle in the grass. Mike felt like a stalking lion, approaching slowly to not scare her off. He took a step forward. She took a step back. Without taking his eyes off her, he kicked a discarded piece of clothing out of his way. It was a shirt. Her shirt. He moved the door aside. Its creak made Allie jump. Another piece of clothing skidded across the floor. A skirt this time.

As he stared into her dark eyes, something inside him was fighting to get out. The urge to grip and possess and take, but he held it in check. This was so much sweeter. The look in her eye, half excited, half afraid. The tension.

What had gotten into him? An hour ago, he was worried about what he would say and what she would think. Now the pendulum had swung the other way, and he was fighting just to stay in control.

Allie’s back bumped against the wall and she let out a breath of surprise. But she didn’t break eye contact. He continued his slow, stalking approach. Now that she was trapped, he let his eyes wander openly. The evolutionary hunter’s instinct said she had nowhere left to run, so there was no further need to carefully track her movements. Now he could indulge.

Her deep tan, dark hair, and darker eyes had been turning heads ever since he met her. His eyes roamed over her full chest, pushing against the bra barely holding her in. Over her tight stomach, the light muscle guiding his eyes lower. The thin strings at her waist that somehow held up tiny panties, a spot of dampness visible on the fabric. Her long, caramel legs. He wanted her to see him leering, to send a message that the chase was over and he was free to stare all he wished.

The first touch would be electric, so he took his time getting there. He crossed the room with slow, agonizing steps, letting the tension build. Then he was in her space. He looked down at her, just inches away, but still separate. Allie’s eyes were big and nervous, but the smell of her arousal betrayed her. When he breathed in her heady scent he truly felt like a wild animal.

When Mike couldn’t hold back any longer, he brushed his hand against her hip. She flinched, making his cock twitch. His fingertips charted a lazy path over her stomach. Up between her breasts, over the hollow of her throat, where it lingered for a moment, then across her shoulder.

He lifted the bra strap and let it fall. Seeing it dangling loosely on her arm, leaving her shoulder bare, made his heart race. His fingers moved on their own then, reaching for her chin and turning it aside so he could whisper in her ear.

“What are you thinking now?”

She shivered when he spoke and started squirming. Maybe she didn’t know how to answer, afraid to say the wrong thing. Or maybe she wanted to.

The indecision in her eyes made him hesitate. He forced the darkness back. “Hey,” Mike whispered. “Are you okay with this?”

She suddenly looked confused. “What?”

“Is this okay? What we’re about to do?”

Confusion turned to anger. “Shut the fuck up. Don’t turn into a pussy now.”

Her words summoned the darkness as fire raced through his veins. “Kneel,” Mike heard himself growl. At his command, she shivered again and licked her lips. He was still in her space, just a few electrified inches separating them. But he held his ground, intentionally not giving her enough room. She looked up, meeting his eyes. She must have seen something in them, because she bit her bottom lip, and obeyed. Allie wiggled and squirmed, sliding her back against the wall as she lowered, carefully trying not to bump him, until she was crouching at his feet. Not exactly kneeling, but good enough. She fidgeted, waiting to see what he would do next.

Power surged through him. The feeling of control was intoxicating. He cupped her chin and tilted her face up, forcing her smokey eyes to meet his. He ran his thumb over her lips, making it clear where his attention was.

Then Mike took a step back. She looked surprised. He backed up across the room, his eyes holding her in place. He took a seat in his office chair. Then he waited, listening to her breathing, letting the tension build, making her question what she was supposed to do. When he couldn’t wait a second longer, he pointed at his feet and said, “Come.”

Allie hesitated, uncertain at the change of direction. Then she moved to stand.

“Ah, ah,” he interrupted with a cocky smile. He pointed again. Her eyes widened when she realized what he meant. The look of surprise hardened into a glare, into challenge, into defiance. Just an hour ago he would have shrunk back at that glare like Anders had. But something had changed. Now he reveled in her defiance. The thrill of the hunt was as exciting as the meal to come.

Allie broke first, sinking back down to her knees. The sight made him throb. Her hands landed on the floor in front of her and, still glaring at him, she began to crawl.

A blush crept into her cheeks as she crawled across the room, breasts hanging, ass swaying. She hadn’t fixed the bra strap and the deep, tan cleavage on display made his mouth water. She stopped when she reached his feet. Blushing looked good on her. He wanted to make her do it again. She rose to her knees then, refusing to face his next command on all fours. Mike unclasped his belt and removed it. Her eyes widened, but he let it drop to the floor.

“Take it out,” he said. His voice sounded different again. Rougher. It seemed to echo in the small room and made Allie flinch. She reached for his pants, but he caught her wrist. “No hands.”

If her face was flushed before, now it turned crimson.

Mike didn’t know what she would do. There was conflict in her eyes. When she took a short breath he half expected her to cuss him out, thinking he’d pushed too far. But then her gorgeous face was in his crotch.

Her mouth and nose and chin rubbed against his stiff length as she worked at the button. It was obviously a difficult task, if not impossible. And he loved it. Watching her try and fail, while she rubbed herself on him, was intoxicating. He took a moment to let his gaze travel down over her back, to her clasped hands, to her ass bouncing as she worked. It lingered on her bra strap. He unclasped it but didn’t pull it off. It hung loosely on Allie’s shoulders, leaving her back bare, and he couldn’t tear his eyes from the hint of a tan line. A moment later she shrugged, and it fell to the floor. The sight of her naked breasts made him throb against her face.

He palmed her tits while she struggled with his pants, their heavy weight warm in his hands. Soft flesh spilled between his fingers and her nipples stiffened in his palms, while the constant stimulation of her mouth on his groin made his mind go blank. He couldn’t resist thrusting against her face.

“That doesn’t help,” she snarled. But she hadn’t tried to stop him.

“As much as I enjoy watching you struggle with such a simple task,” Mike taunted, “this is taking too long.” He unclasped the button and gestured for her to continue.

Allie glared, but resumed. She took the pull between her teeth and dragged it down. He shimmied his hips free. Her goal now in sight, she dove back in with reckless abandon and quickly dragged the front of his boxers down with her teeth. His cock sprang free, smacking her in the face, making her eyes widen in surprise.

Her chest rose and fell with shallow breaths. The blush creeped down her neck. Her eyes became glassy. Without warning, she leaned forward and swallowed most of his cock in one go.

Mike’s head fell back as he groaned. The tight seal of her lips was the perfect pressure, the caress of her tongue the perfect wet friction, the resistance at the back of her throat the perfect indulgence. She sucked hard and fast, practically choking herself, but kept her hands behind her back.

This was for him. The visual, the performance, the submission. That meant he could be a little selfish, right? Lana had said something like that, hadn’t she?

He tangled his fingers in her hair and started jerking himself off with her mouth. He pushed harder, holding her down for longer intervals before pulling up to let her breathe. After a few cycles he stopped pulling her off completely, giving her just enough room to catch her breath as she drooled around his length, but leaving most of his cock in her mouth while she breathed.

He fucked her face until a spark of pressure lit in his core. He threw his head back and closed his eyes, done with the game, done with the teasing and the taunting, completely focused on his approaching climax.

Mike tightened his grip in her hair and palmed her throat, then released into her mouth. He closed himself off from the sight of her squirming ass and the sound of her gasps to focus on feeling. The feeling of gushing into the back of her throat, of surrendering to the pressure while buried in a writhing mouth, of taking what he wanted.

The moment came rushing back all at once, and he snapped his eyes open to look down at Allie, to find her looking up. Her eyes begged while his shaft throbbed between her lips. They pleaded as she swallowed release after release. When he was cumming so hard he thought his soul was leaving his body, a moment of pure bliss passed over her face, and he wasn’t sure who had won their game after all.

Then something changed. There was a vibration. A humming around his cock that distracted him from his own pleasure. His grip on Allie’s hair released and she instantly shot up, throwing her head back like he’d done moments ago, squeezing her eyes shut in imitation of his own release. She opened her mouth to moan, and it was a garbled, messy thing as cum leaked over her chin and her hand worked furiously between her legs.

***

Allie’s entire body pulsed in time with her orgasm. Pleasure radiated out from her core to her fingers and toes then flowed back in. Her aching pussy clenched and unclenched in rhythm with the waves. It had been building all day until she was out of her mind.

It started in class when he refused her invitation like an asshole. It built when his eyes darkened and he made her crawl like a pet, and again when he wouldn’t let her use her hands. It swelled when he held her in place and selfishly used her mouth. It surged when he checked to make sure she was okay.

It was building for so long, so fucking long, and she couldn’t take it anymore. She was going to either burst or melt or cry or do them all at the same time. Then Mike started cumming, and it was like an electric panel was stuffed inside her body and blew a fuse.

Her back arched and her toes curled and stars exploded in her vision. Her mind emptied itself of thought and care. She didn’t think, couldn’t think, about anything at all. Not the way he used her, or the cum leaking over her chin, or how she must have looked right then. This was all-consuming; a complete release of control, of inhibition, of everything.

At some point, Allie realized she was lying on her back. Her breath came in short, broken gasps. Her legs were spread, knees pointed to the ceiling, and she was rubbing herself. She couldn’t stop that even if she wanted to, and why would she want to? It felt so good. So fucking good. She felt so dirty, spread open like that before him. Like a dog in heat. So filthy, unable to stop humping her own fingers. She opened her eyes. Mike was watching her, the dark shadow gone from his face. His beautiful, perfect cock was starting to droop.

“Come on,” she said. It came out somewhere between a moan and a gasp.

“What do you mean?”

“Again. Let’s go.” When she wiped her chin, her hand came away sticky.

“You don’t look like you’re up for it.”

“Fuck you. I’m fine. Let’s go.”

“That wasn’t very nice.” His voice took that tone again, and the hint of a shadow returned.

“No more games. Come on. I need it.” She alternated between rubbing her clit and shoving her fingers deep inside to feel some semblance of penetration. But it wasn’t the same. It wasn’t enough. She couldn’t get there by herself. She needed something thick and rigid in her aching pussy.

It was like the world’s worst itch, just out of reach. The kind of itch that starts out as annoying, but because you can’t reach it yourself it grows and grows until it’s all you can think about and you’ll do anything to relieve it. Then someone else comes along and scratches it in just the perfect way, and it was the most satisfying thing she’d ever felt, and as soon as it was over she wanted to do it again.

When had Mike Davis gotten so damn hot? If Allie knew this was lurking in the boy scout she’d have asked for tutoring sooner. None of the other guys she’d ever been with had ever come close to giving her what she just felt, and all that just from a blowjob.

Well, not just a blowjob, a voice in her mind said. The way he took control made her knees weak in a way that had nothing to do with physical touch. But that wasn’t something she wanted to think about just now.

She felt like a junkie. Desperate for more, willing to do anything he wanted for more. She would never be the same after this. That hungry look in his eyes and his perfect cock and the way his voice got all gravelly was going to ruin her for all other men. She already knew that.

“What do you need?” Allie asked, rising to her hands and knees, crawling back between his legs. “Just tell me what you need, baby.”

***

Those words, and the way Allie said them with husky desire, went straight to Mike’s dick. It was a plea, a desperate need for him to set terms because at that moment she would agree to anything.

Allie put her face in his lap and nuzzled his cock. She was gentle, placing light licks and soft suckles up and down his shaft. Her lips glided up his length, circled his head, then flowed back down. She made love to his cock with her mouth, careful to take it slow, building from the ground up to avoid over stimulation so soon after an orgasm. She nuzzled his shaft lovingly, eyes half closed as if in a dream.

She took one of his hands and placed it on her breast, then squeezed. She did the same with the other and he groaned at the feeling of her heavy tits in his palms.

Her tongue slowly dragged up his shaft, spending time in every nook and cranny. She worshipped his cock, whispering words he could hardly make out, her breath tickling his flesh. She licked her palm and wrapped her hand around his shaft, then dropped to suckle his balls.

Instead of answering, he let her continue until he was fully hard, then let her go some more. Her dedication was overwhelming. He couldn’t get enough. She used every inch of herself to touch and rub and stimulate. Every trick in the book was brought out, first to get him hard, then to get him to take.

But it couldn’t be rough and dirty all the time, as tempting as that was. It wasn’t fair to her. The thought of using her like that was as worrying as it was exciting. And it wouldn’t last. If it was nothing but that they would burn bright and then burn out.

He cupped Allie’s face and lifted, drawing her to him, bringing her lips to his. When they kissed, it was a thing of teenagers, tentative and unsure. Eager to break it off, she reached between them and stroked his cock. But Lanas words came back to him. They needed to talk.

“Stop for a second,” Mike said.

“No,” she whined. “Come on. Please.”

“Just a minute. Can we talk? Just for a second?”

She eyed him with distrust. “You want to talk now? Right now?”

He took a deep breath. “I need to hear that you’re okay.”

She hesitated. “What?”

“I need you to say you’re okay.” He said it slower the second time.

She looked like he just slapped her. “Don’t I look okay?”

“I need to know.”

The distrust in her eyes hardened into something else. “I’m fine. Are we gonna fuck or not?”

He slowly shook his head. “You’re amazing, you know? I don’t think I’ve ever been as turned on in my life as when I’m with you. But you’re more than that, too. You know that, right? You’re capable. Confident. Smart as hell.”

She looked at him with disbelief. “Those are like, fucking, break-up words. Are you seriously about to tell me to leave? Right after I sucked your dick like a fucking pro? Right after the biggest orgasm of my life? You’re a real prick you know that? Why don’t you-”

“Stop. Please.” He kept his voice soft, refusing to rise to her challenge. “I don’t want to stop, and I don’t want you to leave. Things just get to a point between us where something changes, and that capable, confident, snarky woman goes away, and I just need to know you’re okay. Because as much as I love when it changes, I also really like that other girl.” He smirked and added, “When she’s nice to me.”

Allie watched him for a long time. She searched his face, like she was trying to see what was behind his eyes. When she finally spoke, her voice was small. “You really mean that, don’t you?”

Mike nodded. Allie rushed forward to kiss him, hard, holding every inch of her body against him like she was trying to crawl into his skin. This time, the awkward teenagers were gone. This kiss held fire and passion and need. They breathed as one, coming to some understanding in that kiss. Their chests were pressed together, and for a moment, their hearts beat to the same rhythm.

Allie pulled back first. Her eyes were wet and her lips swollen. “I’m fine. Better than fine. Don’t look at me like that. Seriously, I am. But I don’t want to talk about it right now, okay?”

He nodded.

“Good,” she wiped her eyes. “Because all this mushy shit is making me even hornier.” She reached between them and cupped his balls with one hand, his shaft with the other, and mashed her tits into his chest. “Now,” she breathed into his ear, newfound openness replaced by lust once again, “where were we?”

She sank to her knees, still holding his length, and pressed her face against his shaft. Her eyes slowly raked up his body, eventually meeting his, and smoldered. He was about to interrupt again and recommend they take a break or talk some more, but she cut him off. “Shut up. No more talking. And don’t even fucking think about being gentle right now.”

Her words lit a fire that had gone dormant. Was that enough? Were her words enough to convince him this was okay? That she was okay?

Mike grabbed her wrist and threw her hand aside so he could grip his shaft himself. The smile Allie gave him in return was as joyous as it was wicked. She kept her mouth shut, quickly learning what he liked. He tapped his tip against her face, lightly at first since it was still sensitive. Then harder, until each tap was a wet, sticky smack.

She pulled his other hand down to her breast and stared up at him lovingly, encouraging him with her eyes while he slapped her face with his cock. When he thought he couldn’t get any harder, he set his tip against her lips and pushed, until the soft wetness of her mouth welcomed him in.

But there were other desires to explore. He stood, pulled her up by the hair, and shoved her toward the bed before growling, “Bend over.”

Allie instantly obeyed, looking back over her shoulder with open lust. He lined himself up between her legs and drove all the way home until his hips slammed into her ass. They lost themselves for a time, pushing concerns and worries aside, and giving in to need until the clapping of their hips was drowned out by Allie’s moans.

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