The Bound Angel (Sacrilege Rising: Book 1)

Chapter Twenty Two

The door swung closed, and Mike danced forward so it didn’t hit him in the ass.

The moment with Lana the night before was still fresh in his mind, so he asked Meredith if she wanted to see a movie to help clear his head. He’d never waited tables, but had a new appreciation for the job. It was impressive enough when they took orders without writing anything down, but when they held a plate in each hand and another two or three nestled in the crooks of their arms it looked like a circus act. A hundred years ago they could have headlined along with lion tamers and fire breathers.

That thought crossed his mind as he carried two full drinks and an overstuffed bag of popcorn with the unmatched desperation of a boy trying not to look stupid in front of a girl. Meredith caught up and weaved her hand through his arm. She bumped the drink and made his heart skip a beat.

“Ooo, I love when the theater’s empty,” she said as they rounded the corner.

Arm in arm, they made their way up the steps. Meredith was casually strolling along while Mike held a cold, wet drink cup between his elbow and torso, searching for the perfect balance between squeezing too hard and not hard enough. He stopped at their aisle just as the cup jostled and slid a fraction of an inch, and he counted the steps to their seats. Only a few more to go. He was going to make it.

But Meredith had other ideas. “Let’s sit in the back.”

It was only a few more rows, but they seemed to stretch on forever. “Good idea. No, go ahead, after you.”

When they arrived at the very back and moved toward the center of the row, he had to shimmy around seats that wouldn’t go up. He felt like an old school dare devil balancing on a tightrope between buildings high in the air.

The drink slipped another quarter inch. In an attempt to compensate, he jostled the bag so a handful of popcorn kernels spilled over the edge. When he finally sat down and successfully deposited the cups in the correct holders, and the popcorn bag on the little swinging table, he allowed himself to exhale with a smug sense of satisfaction. The circus had nothing on him.

The lights dimmed, and after a long set of previews, Meredith whispered, “I’m going to the bathroom.” As she passed in front of him, she leaned forward and put her hands on his knees, before giving him a soft, lingering kiss. He watched the way her skirt flowed around her ass until she disappeared around the corner.

While she was gone, his phone buzzed. Allie texted him.

“Doing anything?”

He looked around before answering.

“Out right now. What’s up?”

“Just wanted your opinion on something. One sec.”

His phone buzzed again. This time a picture came through. It was Allie in what looked like a dressing room, with a mirror behind her and off to the side, and hooks on the walls to hang clothes. She was wearing lingerie.

Mike slouched down in his seat and held the phone closer. She wore a pure white push up bra and a tiny matching thong. In the mirror behind her, the thong disappeared into her ass. The white contrasted nicely against her dark caramel skin.

Another picture appeared. In this one she wore black lace that was mostly see-through, and a black choker necklace. The black played to her dark sensuality and hinted at the sins to come. The choker made his breath catch.

“Well? Which one?”

Together, they had an angel-devil dynamic. Smoky seduction battled earnest innocence. The choker pushed the black over the top. He imagined hooking a leash to it, tugging until her face was just where it belonged, wrapping her hair around his fist.

“Black.”

Then his fingers were moving on their own with a request he couldn’t keep from framing as an order. A handful of heartbeats later, his phone buzzed again, and the next image was from above. Allie was on her knees, looking up at the camera with her mouth wide open and her tongue hanging out. Mike sank further into the seat and adjusted himself.

A scuff came from the side, and he glanced up to see Meredith moving toward him. He quickly put his phone away.

“Who was that?” she asked.

“Hmm?”

Seeing his eyes had drifted to her skirt and bare legs, she smirked. “Focus, buddy. Who were you just on the phone with?”

“Oh, nobody. Just, um, Andy. He wanted to change shifts.”

Meredith searched his face, suspicious at his clumsy answer, and Mike’s heart started racing. But then she relaxed. “Ugh. I hate it when he does that. It throws off my whole schedule.”

“orry. I told him no, if that helps.”

They tried to watch the movie, but he kept getting distracted every time Meredith crossed her legs. It didn’t help that his phone was constantly buzzing in his pocket. Meredith didn’t seem to be doing much better. She nudged his elbow and waggled her eyebrows. Once she had his attention, she tossed a popcorn kernel in the air. It hung in the dark, seemingly defying gravity, before falling just past her face and landing on the floor, missing her open mouth entirely.

Mike tried to stifle a laugh, but it forced its way out. Luckily, Meredith laughed enough for both of them. Then she tried again, only this time she tossed it in his direction. He tracked the flight of the kernel, leaned, and managed to catch it on the first try. He smiled smugly at her while he chewed.

She glared and grumbled, “It’s easier when someone else throws it.”

“Fine then, hand it over.”

Not wanting to give her an excuse, Mike squared his shoulders, pictured the arc, and tossed the kernel with perfect form. It bounced off Meredith’s nose and tumbled helplessly to the floor right next to the first one.

“Not fair! You have to give me a good throw!” She was trying to look mad but couldn’t keep a smile from tugging at the corners of her mouth.

“That was perfect!”

“As if. Here, I’ll show you how to do it.”

She swiped the popcorn bag back from him, set herself, and tossed another one. It was a good throw, and Mike lined himself up. At the last second, Meredith tickled him in the ribs, and the popcorn hit him in the face while he squirmed to protect himself. He stared at her with open-mouthed indignation while she fought to hold back a smile.

“What?” she asked innocently.

Mike grabbed a piece of popcorn and bounced it off her face, and it was Meredith’s turn to look indignant. She picked up two more and threw them at him, hard, but he ducked aside as they whizzed by. Then she was playing defense, trying to keep the bag away from him, but he managed to grab another.

He lined up his aim while she raised her hands defensively. Careful on the wind up, nice and easy on the toss, hold the follow through. The popcorn kernel landed directly between her breasts. Her shirt held it up and kept it from falling down into her cleavage. It was the perfect throw, and Mike beamed with smug satisfaction while she rolled her eyes and shook her head. But she didn’t take it out.

“Alright then, smooth guy,” Meredith said with a glint in her eye. She crossed her legs, and the skirt rode up to reveal glorious inches of soft, creamy skin. Seeing where his eyes were, she started bouncing her foot. “How about a little wager?”

He asked her thighs, “What did you have in mind?”

“One more. If you catch it, I’ll blow you. Miss it, and you go down on me.”

That certainly piqued his interest. “It’ll be a good throw?”

“Mmhmm.”

“No tickling?”

She shook her head.

It was a no brainer. “Deal.”

She held the popcorn kernel up for him to examine and waited for his nod. Then she dipped her hand low, glanced up to eye the toss, and released it in the air.

It was a high arc, seeming to hang, suspended for a beat. While he tracked it, motion from the periphery caught his attention. Meredith lifted her shirt, revealing perfect, naked breasts. The popcorn hit him on the head and tumbled to the floor. When it landed, she quickly lowered her shirt and started giggling while Mike just shook his head and wondered when she’d had time to take her bra off.

He held out his hand. “Fair is fair.”

She calmed herself and shook it solemnly. “How do you feel about this movie?”

“What movie?”

She laughed, “Good answer.”

***

Meredith laughed as Mike’s mouth found a ticklish spot on her belly. She moved his face lower and groaned, “Mmm, right there, that’s good.”

Now he was between her legs, placing tender kisses along her lips, until Meredith was breathing hard and squirming. They weren’t in a rush.

When she was ready, he switched to his tongue, licking along her slit, long and slow. He set her hands on the back of his head, and they immediately gripped his hair, pulling him deeper. Mike spread her lips open with his nose and mouth.

“Ohmygod, yes baby, do that again.”

He stayed there for a time, alternating between long, slow licks, and pushing deeper. Eventually, when she was soaked, he slowly sank a finger between her folds, feeling her walls clench around him. Meredith arched her back, deepening the penetration, and he paused to let her adjust. When she let out a loud breath and settled back down, he circled his lips around her clit and lightly sucked. That gave her something else to focus on.

“Oooh,” she groaned. “Yes. That’s it. Right there.” He focused his attention then, switching between lips and tongue, teasing and circling while pushing deeper with his finger.

As soon as she was used to the stimulation and settling into a rhythm, he added a second finger. She took a sharp breath and her body froze, but her pussy continued it’s relentless clenching and unclenching. He reached up to palm her breast with his free hand.

When her grip on his head became rougher, he swirled his tongue around her clit and pinched her nipple, creating as many different sensations as possible. She arched her back and pulled his hair, forcing him deeper. He beckoned with both fingers. Her hips bucked as she ground her pussy into his mouth. “Oh god, yes, don’t stop.” He did his best to oblige, keeping steady pressure on her clit and stroking with both fingers. “Oh, baby, I’m going, I’m….” her breath caught and her body tensed, and she squeezed him tightly through the spasms. She tasted sweet and sharp.

Eventually, Meredith’s body relaxed, and her grip on his head and fingers loosened. “Oh wow,” she gasped, as her chest rose and fell in time with her ragged breathing. “I need more. I need you in me. Now.”

Mike agreed, crawling up her body and trailing wet kisses along her thighs and stomach. When he reached her tits, she spread her legs around him and dug her heels into his ass. He rubbed his length along her entrance, soaking himself in her slick heat, and pushed. After her first orgasm, it felt like sinking his cock into wet velvet.

“Fuuuck,” Meredith groaned. “I always forget how big you are.”

He wanted to go slow, not because she needed any warming up, but simply because it felt good. Meredith’s tits were mashed against his chest. Her legs around his waist squeezed each time he bottomed out. Her pussy was hot and slick, and feeling it spread around his rock-hard length sent fire through Mike’s veins.

Each long stroke was like tossing another log onto a growing fire. When pressure began to build, he slowed down to explore her body. He cupped her tits, stroked her belly, squeezed her ass. He couldn’t help but feel like he was the winner in this relationship. Well, not relationship, she’d made that clear. But in the time since his last breakup, the occasional stretches of loneliness had started to creep in. Now, in hindsight, he realized he just wanted someone to have fun with. Someone to care about. Then Meredith walked into his life.

“Mmm,” she pouted, pushing her hips forward to create the friction she craved. “Why’d you stop?”

“Hmm? Oh. No reason, just taking a moment to appreciate you.”

Meredith looked up into his eyes, searching for something. Then she pulled him down for a deep, lasting kiss. When it ended, she breathed, “Appreciate me with that dick please.”

Mike smiled back and obliged, thrusting hard enough to make her tits bounce. When Meredith’s toes began to curl and her back began to arch for a second time, she gripped the sheets for something to hold on to.

***

They’d found a cool spot in the sheets and were now lying on their sides. Meredith’s back was pressed to his chest while Mike slowly thrust his hips, sliding in and out, savoring the feel of her. They had each finished again not long before and were simply enjoying the afterglow. Meredith’s eyes were closed as she relaxed, content with his leisurely pace and wandering hands.

Mike couldn’t get enough. He stroked along her sides, her skin like satin under his fingers. He caressed her thighs, lightly dimpling the muscle, before travelling up, teasing where they were joined, then moving higher. Her belly was softly feminine, her tits perfect in his hands, her throat delicate as he breathed into her curly hair. He completed that circuit more than once while they relaxed.

“I can’t believe you’re ready to go again so soon,” she said softly. “There’s really no stopping you, is there?”

Mike was surprised too. He’d finished twice already and was still as hard as ever. “It’s what you do to me.” He cupped her breasts as he answered, lazily switching from one to the other.

His hand moved down her stomach, and he lightly traced along her slit, massaging the sensitive flesh where they were connected. After a time, he switched to stroking her clit in soft circles. That got the reaction he wanted. She arched her back, increasing the pressure, and put her hand behind his neck.

“Oh, baby,” she whimpered.

The little sounds Meredith made, the neediness in her voice, her vulnerability, made Mike growl. A shadow fell over his thoughts. It was starting to become familiar. Lately, whenever he was having sex, there came a moment when things progressed to another level. His need became more important than his partners’. They didn’t seem to mind, but he would have felt selfish if the shadow would let him think at all. It was like pheromones were being pumped directly into his system and turning him into a wild animal. He couldn’t remember feeling this way before, but it was intensely, darkly satisfying.

His thrusts became more forceful, but they were still laying on their sides and he couldn’t get the right leverage. So he twisted, gripping her hips and pulling her ass into the air so she was up on all fours.

“Oh,” Meredith gasped, looking back over her shoulder in surprise.

Mike felt insatiable, like a man still starving after eating a huge dinner. Each finish was bliss, but it took no time at all before he wanted more. More of her body, more of her mouth, more of the wet, silky flesh between her legs. He was as hard as he’d been all night. As hard as he’d ever been in his life. He held her hips and started fucking her for real.

“Holy… fucking… shit,” Meredith panted as he pounded her from behind.

But he still couldn’t get enough leverage. It was frustrating. He’d been generous all night, he was allowed to be a little selfish now, wasn’t he?

He pushed down on her back, forcing her face into the sheets and her ass higher in the air. There, now he could fuck her properly. The sound their hips made when they slammed together was pure satisfaction. The bed started creaking beneath them. Pressure built. He held her down and pounded, and the pressure felt like a cresting wave ready to break.

Mike’s thrusting became jerking, halting, erratic, until he finally released. He pushed as deep as he could go and held still, throbbing into Meredith’s pussy while she just lay there and took it. He kept going, wave after wave, until cum was leaking down the backs of her legs. When he was finally finished, his mind went blank. He leaned his head back, closed his eyes, let his mouth hang open while he remained buried in her. Eventually, he softened, slipped out, and fell into bed.

“Wow,” Meredith said quietly. “That was intense.”

They lay together for a time, with her head on his shoulder and her curly hair tickling his face. When the rhythm of her breathing became slow and heavy, he took out his phone.

Allie was blowing him up. Each message was more pissed off at his silence than the last. The pictures also became raunchier. She showed herself off in every position imaginable, and the comments went from flirty seduction to downright filth. When his cock twitched against Meredith, she groaned into his neck. Then she reached between his legs and cupped his length. She started pumping him in time with her rolling hips.