The Bound Angel (Sacrilege Rising: Book 1)

Chapter Seventeen

“What now?” Mike asked as they strolled down the street. Aside from the awkward encounter with the hostess, dinner went well. He knew he should check in with Lana, but he didn’t want the night to end and hoped Meredith felt the same way. But he had no grand plans beyond dinner. He had to tear his eyes away from the necklace dangling between her breasts. The wine was starting to win the fight against his self-restraint.

“Oh, I don’t know,” Meredith said casually. “Why don’t you give your girlfriend a call. She clearly had something in mind.”

He knew he would pay for that. “Whoa,” he said and held his hands up, “I’ve never met her before. All she asked was if I was waiting for my date, and I said no.”

Meredith glared. “She had a great ass though, don’t you think?”

He softened his voice and ignored the bait. “Hey, that’s what you said you wanted.”

She exhaled and turned away. When she looked back, the look on her face was somewhere between devious and calculating. “I have an idea.”

They threw their shots back and set the empty glasses on the bar next to the others. Meredith belched loudly and froze, immediately looking embarrassed. Mike couldn’t keep his laughter in as her cheeks turned pink. She made a good drinking buddy. And she was sexy as hell. How were you supposed to reconcile those two things?

It was crowded for a Wednesday night. For any night, really. The music was the same as all the other club music he’d ever heard. Which meant loud, and heavy, and loud, with the occasional stray lyric audible over the bass and electronica. The light was low enough that he had to watch where he stepped, as he learned after an empty beer can crunched under his foot on the way in.

Undaunted, Meredith took his hand and tried to pull him onto the dance floor. Mike resisted. Dancing wasn’t his thing. He could get by at weddings with the classic move of swaying side to side while holding his arms at ninety degrees, but that was about it. And here, with all these attractive people looking like they knew what they were doing, it was a little intimidating. So he held onto the bar with his other hand and mimed being pulled overboard into the sea at night.

Annoyed, Meredith put her hands on her hips and glared. But then her face changed. It went from a creased forehead and thin lips that looked cute as hell, though he would never tell her that, to something else. It was in her eyes first, like she’d just caught a whiff of something that had been alluding her. Then she stepped toward him, casually glancing from side to side as she approached, giving him free moments to steal glances at her chest. Her hips swayed, unhurried, like they were alone in the bedroom and not in the middle of a crowded club. She came closer until he had a mouth-watering view down her neckline.

Slowly, careful not to break the spell, Meredith placed her hands on his chest. The touch triggered something. She pulled on his shirt, encouraging him to dip his head, and they shared a soft kiss that promised more. She explored his shoulders as the kiss deepened, then his arms, gently caressing, until she found his hands, and peeled them off the bar. Then she giggled, turned, and practically skipped as she dragged him onto the dance floor.

Mike blinked and found himself in the middle of a crowd, surrounded by bodies moving in and out of his orbit. He could only think of them as bodies, because it was too dark to make out anyone’s face. Elbows and hips bumped into him, and he bumped into others, but nobody seemed to care. The combination of dim lighting and loud music and close proximity created an energy that flowed through the crowd, turning them into a sea of loosely connected individuals all moving together.

He let himself get lost in the rhythm of the song, in the thick air that tasted like perfume and sweat, in the feeling of Meredith’s hips in his hands as she moved. She was close enough that her body was pressed against his one moment, then out of reach the next, spinning and laughing and running her hands through her hair. She was in her element, wild and free and the happiest he’d ever seen her.

At some point, the music changed. High energy bumping that made it impossible to stand still bled into something slower. The bass became longer, more drawn out. A woman’s voice cut through the noise, low and husky.

The sea of bodies noticed, and it changed too. It became slow, swaying, writhing. It sounded sexier, which made everyone feel sexier. A hand stroked his arm. Now he couldn’t help but notice all the short dresses and tight bodies and bare skin. Another hand grazed his shoulders.

Meredith’s hips began to roll, demanding his attention like a siren’s call cutting through the roaring ocean. Someone squeezed his ass, but he hardly noticed. He only had eyes for the woman before him. The little black dress clung to her swaying hips, transforming her from his cute friend that was quick with a joke to an enchanting seductress. As she moved, he drank in every curve and inch of soft, creamy skin.

She noticed all the touches he was receiving though. Her eyes flashed and she stepped closer, entering his space, hanging her arms on his shoulders to lay her claim. Mike gripped her waist and they moved together, lost in the swaying crowd and soulful music.

Then he pulled her closer until their bodies met, making sure she felt the reaction she was causing. Electricity ran through that touch, and she wobbled. His mind felt heavy all of the sudden. The club seemed darker, like someone turned out the lights.

Meredith turned and backed up, pushing her ass into his groin. His moan was drowned out by the music. She took his hands and placed them on her hips so they moved in sync with one another, deepening the connection.

Something came over him then, and he pulled her into him harder, stroking her sides, cupping her breasts. She leaned back, resting her weight on his chest, lifting her arms and wrapping her hands behind his head, giving him free access to her body. Their lips met and tongues brushed as he groped her without care or thought of anything or anyone around them.

“Oh,” she gasped, when his hands wandered lower, but he didn’t hear her amidst the mass of panting and sighing.

The concoction of drinks and dancing and Meredith’s touch was driving him crazy, and he couldn’t hold back anymore. With one hand on her waist and the other palming her breast, he ground himself into her ass, hard.

Her soft, round, fuckable ass pushed back into him, meeting his pressure. If she didn’t pull away he might have lost it right there. But she did, sliding her hands under his and setting them off to the side.

The heady look in her eyes matched what he was feeling, and she mouthed, “Let’s go.”

***

His length was pressing against Meredith’s clit in the most perfect way. She straddled his lap in the backseat of the tax and couldn’t keep herself from grinding against it, unconcerned about what the driver saw or thought. In her core, she felt warm and tight and uncomfortable, like a sneeze that wouldn’t come. She was desperate. Desperate to be filled. Desperate for the touch of fingers and lips and something hard inside her.

She’d been thinking about it for days, ever since they hooked up the first time. But she’d been denying herself, convincing herself she didn’t need it that bad, couldn’t need it that bad. All the sudden, it was everywhere. Every casual touch on her arm was electric, every sidelong glance seductive. When it wasn’t on the menu, the whole world felt like a restaurant.

Then the drinks started flowing and the dancing carried her away and his hands fanned the flames in her belly. Now she had to have it, was going to have it, and that knowledge gave her a feeling in her chest like a hot drink on a cold day.

And ohmygod was Mike hard. It felt like there was an iron rod in his pants. She needed it in her, but couldn’t have it here, not quite yet. So she rubbed her pussy against it, reveling in the stiff friction and the damp heat between her legs. She didn’t even notice what he was doing with his hands until he slipped his thumb into her mouth and she sucked like it was a popsicle in the desert. Then she noticed that his other hand was on her bare ass. He must have pulled her dress up. The driver must have had quite the view, but she couldn’t bring herself to care.

***

They stumbled into his apartment already half naked. Meredith was on fire. Heat was rolling off her like a furnace, so Mike decided peeling her dress off would be the best way to help.

As soon as it was gone their lips came together again, hard, separating only for the brief moments it took to remove another piece of clothing. The look in her eyes was wild and primal. She couldn’t get his clothes off fast enough. Before he knew it, he was naked and she was shimmying out of her panties and the only thing left was the necklace dangling between her breasts.

Then her hands were on his chest and she was pushing until he fell back into bed. Throwing her leg over his waist, she lined him up and sank down. “Ohhh,” she moaned as his cock pushed into her molten pussy. When he was buried to the hilt she exhaled, “Yesss,” and started rocking.

For a moment, Mike was worried about how much stamina he would have left after everything with Allie earlier, but that quickly turned out not to be a concern. Meredith was in her own world. Her eyes were squeezed shut and her face was clenched with need. It left Mike free to find his own pleasure. He was selfish, squeezing her ass, groping her tits, rubbing his finger over her lips. She sucked his thumb and he throbbed inside her. The resulting moan came out muffled around his finger.

It couldn’t last long. They were too keyed up. Even before the club, they both knew where the night would end. It felt like a pot set to boil. Then the dancing and grinding and groping at the club took it to another level. It held steady in the ride back, simmering just beneath the boiling point. And now it was here, bubbling and ready to froth over.

Meredith’s breath caught, then came in shallow gasps. Her riding became harder, more urgent, and she began rubbing her clit while he thrust up into her. A quiver started in her legs and rose up through her chest, and she pulled his hands to her tits, throwing her head back in a silent scream. Her whole body went taut, and for a long, drawn out moment she froze, breathless, like a statue.

Her hands covering his relaxed first. She let out a long, low groan, like all the tension in her entire body was released in that single, throaty exhale. She kept riding, but it was slower now, like she was finally able to savor it.

Mike had other ideas. He’d been riding the edge just as long and needed his own release. He pulled her down, mashing her tits into his chest, and kissed her. He gripped her ass and started thrusting. Each impact sent tremors through her body, and he had to wrap an arm around her waist to keep her steady so he could fuck her just a little harder. It was his turn to be desperate, and desperation quickly became pounding.

He thought of the way she first looked tonight. Expensive dress and jewelry. Perfectly styled and put together. A smile that made you want to smile back, like an actress working the red carpet.

The memory of her dancing in the club came to mind next. In complete command. Mistress of her domain. Stroking and touching in all the perfect little ways to drive him crazy.

And now she was here. Naked and lusty and straddling his hips. Now she was his.

He moaned into her mouth as he erupted in her pussy. He flooded her with pulse after pulse. With each passing second, she became wetter and slicker until he was worried he would slip out before he was done. So he thrust again, one last time, as hard and deep as he could go and held still, throbbing into her soaked core for as long as he had the strength.

Dizziness came next. If he was standing, he might have passed out. Slowly, the world came back. The sound of breathing. Whose it was, he didn’t know. Then touch. A weight was draped over his body, soft and warm. Meredith’s head lay on his chest and her now-straight hair tickled his shoulder.

She looked up into his eyes. “Wow, did I need that.”

Mike smiled, and then realized it was because she had first, which made him smile harder. “Mmm, me too.”

His hands moved on their own, caressing lazy lines over her back, enjoying the softness of her butt, then returning along her sides. They completed that circuit more than once, sometimes grazing the sides of her breasts, sometimes making little tangles in her hair.

Eventually, Meredith pushed herself up, reached her arms over her head, and stretched. She was putting on a show, and he couldn’t resist cupping her tits. Still buried in her, it made him twitch.

“Oh,” she gasped. Then she gave a little jerk of her hips. He twitched again. “Oooh,” she purred, melting. “Good. I was worried you’d be done.”

Tucking her leg and holding her ass, he pulled and rolled, never breaking their connection, but ending up on top. Then he started slowly grinding. How many times would this be today? He'd lost count. “Not by a mile. But first, you need to kiss me.”

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