The Bound Angel (Sacrilege Rising: Book 1)

Chapter Twenty Eight

It had been a few weeks since they’d… mmm, Meredith groaned. Mike finally decided to focus on her clit. Not a moment too soon. It was sweet when he offered to give her a foot rub. Satisfying when it turned into a back massage. Touching when he kissed her all over, and wonderful when he lowered his head between her legs without any encouragement.

It was like he was building a fire log by log, making sure each little step was done just right before moving on to the next. But now she was ready for him to douse her in lighter fluid and strike a match.

Meredith felt an electric current running from her toes to the tips of her fingers. Her mind was everywhere all at once, and she couldn’t keep her hips from rolling, or her thighs from squeezing his head, or her hands from gripping the bedsheets. She felt like a sweaty tangle of limbs, an instrument played by an orchestral master, and just when she was so on fire she was about to beg him to just get to it already, his mouth moved to her clit.

If she thought she was a flurry of agitation before, now she was a writhing, undulating mess. Where before her hips were rolling, they were now grinding into his face. Where before her thighs were squeezing his head, they were now squirming uncontrollably. Where before her hands were gripping the bedsheets for dear life, they were now pulling his hair.

His pace was perfect. He wasn’t trying to rush to the finish or drag it out unnecessarily. His mouth and fingers moved in perfect harmony, sending waves of pleasure washing through her, each one more intense than the last. She could feel her orgasm coming in a steady, controlled build, just like a bonfire.

Her poor vagina was contracting and releasing, over and over. She was a pot of water on the stove set to boil and left alone until she was a bubbling, churning, frothing mess ready to spill over. She was a roller coaster approaching the top of the lift, almost, almost, almost… and then she was cresting, and she knew the drop was about to come and there was nothing she could do about it anymore.

Meredith finally blew past her breaking point. A burst of sensation rushed out from her vagina. Waves of pleasure ebbed and flowed in time with the muscles in her core pulsing and contracting. She knew she was humping Mike’s face, squeezing and pulling to get him as deep as physically possible. But in the throes of orgasm, she couldn’t actually think of anything. Her entire body was suddenly hypersensitive, and his mouth and fingers were clearing her mind like a wildfire through dry brush.

Eventually, the fire began to die down. The pot of water returned to a gentle simmer. The train was pulling back into the station. But she was already looking forward to the next one. Over the last few days, she’d been getting hornier and hornier, and she berated herself for not finding time to see him sooner.

Meredith opened her eyes and looked down. Mike’s mouth and chin glistened wetly. “Oh,” she said. She would have been embarrassed if there was room in her mind for anything at all just now. “Sorry, um, let me get you a-”

“It’s fine,” he interrupted with a smile. “Just relax.”

Well, if he insisted. She let her head fall back into the pillow while her fingers teased between her legs. Mike left to get a towel, and her eyes lingered on his heavy dick as he went by. How could men walk around with those things? Didn’t they get caught in zippers? How did they avoid sitting on them? Questions for another time.

The bed lurched as he climbed in next to her, freshly cleaned up. As soon as he was close enough to touch, Meredith reached for his length. “What do you want to do now?” she asked with a knowing grin. He was already stiffening in her hand. He got hard so fast.

“Mmm,” Mike answered in that low rumble that would have made her knees weak if she didn’t already feel like jelly. His skin was hot in her hand, and his length was somehow both silky and rigid. The more it grew, the more she worried it wouldn’t fit, which was silly considering how many times they’d slept together. But there it was all the same.

“Whatever you want to do,” he said simply.

That was what he always said, which was both what she wanted, and didn’t want to hear. When they first started hooking up, she loved that he put her pleasure and comfort first. But now…

“What?” Mike asked.

“Nothing. Just being silly. I know exactly what I want.” She started stroking harder, which made him groan.

“No… damn, that feels good… really, I want to know. What is it?”

Why did he have to be so observant? Sighing, Meredith said, “It’s just, well, I never see you asking Allie what she wants to do next. Or Emma. You just, you know, take what you want.” Her cheeks felt hot all of the sudden, and she looked away.

When she looked back, he was watching her, and she wanted to hide her head under the blanket. Why did she have to go and say that?

Instead of telling her she was crazy, his voice was gentle. “When I was a kid, my soccer coach told us something. He said, all people are different people. I thought it was silly, because obviously everyone is different. But it stuck with me, and now I think about it all the time.” His face softened. “Just because they want that, doesn’t mean you have to.”

“I don’t! Well, maybe I do. A little. It’s just, I see the way you are when they’re around. Your eyes get all dark and your voice gets gravely. It’s hot, you know? I just wish I made you like that sometimes.”

His big hand enveloped her wrist, the one pumping his cock. He took control, slowly guiding it up and down, forcing her to stroke him at his own pace. “Can’t you feel what you do to me?”

Of course she could. But it wasn’t the same. “I know I turn you on, but, honestly, everything turns you on. Don’t take this the wrong way, but you’re kind of easy.”

That earned her a chuckle. “Fair enough. So then what’s bothering you?”

How could he be so dense? Would she really have to spell it out for him? “Emma’s just so freaking pretty. She could be a model, you know? Like, a really good one. And she has all these plans for the future. And Allie is sex on legs. Unfairly hot legs. The minute she steps into a room, everyone notices, including you. It’s just hard to compete with them sometimes.”

They laid in silence for a while, Meredith softly stroking his cock while his eyes searched her face.

After a time, Mike asked, “Can I tell you something?”

She nodded, but couldn’t meet his gaze.

“If you had said you wanted a relationship, that first night, none of this would have happened.”

She stopped pumping. “What? You’re blaming me for-”

“Sorry, that came out wrong. What I meant was I had a crush on you. A big one. You’re smart and funny and damn sexy. You lighten the mood and make everyone laugh. But you had a boyfriend, and that was that. Plus, you were way out of my league. But that night at the bar, when you told me you guys broke up? I would be lying if I said I wasn’t just a little bit thrilled about it.”

With a finger under her chin, he tilted her face up until their eyes met. “If we were dating, I would have been so excited I never would have looked at anyone else. Including Emma and Allie. You’re amazing, Meredith, and I’m damned lucky to get to spend time with you.”

She didn’t know what to say. The big oaf. Why did he have to go and-

Mike rolled on top of her, pinning her in place with his weight and bringing her hands over her head.

“But if you want me to treat you like that…” his voice was a low growl that made her body thrum. Something had changed behind his eyes, like a cloud passing in front of the sun. He leaned forward and whispered in her ear. “You’ll have to beg.” He began placing soft kisses along her neck, and he was slowly grinding his length against her still-wet slit. It was so big and thick. She worried again if she could take it all.

Beg? What did he mean by beg? There was no way she was going to… “Oh.”

He sucked on her earlobe at the same time his cock pressed firmly against her clit. She felt the roller coaster begin its steady climb up the hill again, and even though she’d just orgasmed, she was already looking forward to the next one. When she was with him, she never wanted to stop. But beg? No way. She wouldn’t-

“Beg me to fuck you like the dirty girl you are,” he growled in her ear, and his words went straight to her vagina. He’d never talked to her like that before. The pot of water began to simmer, and she couldn’t keep her hips from searching for his cock. If she could just reach for it and guide him… but his grip on her wrists was firm.

Meredith was dripping. Her poor pussy ached. The feeling of emptiness was gnawing at her, like her default state was to be full and her body was rejecting this loneliness. She’d heard him talk like this to Allie before. She always fought, but eventually broke down and begged. Could Meredith do the same?

“Please?” she whimpered. It was the best she could manage.

“Not good enough.”

His cock was just out of reach. She could feel the tip bumping and sliding against her searing slit. She writhed again, managing to get it lined up just right. With all the grinding they were doing, it pushed in an inch and her brain lit up like a fuse box, but then he pulled out.

“Ah, ah, ah,” he taunted at her frustrated groan. He removed one of his hands from hers and she fought with everything she had, but he was still too strong. He only needed one hand to hold both of hers in place. That wasn’t fair! With the other free, he pinched her nipple, hard. It made her squeal, and the dripping became gushing.

“For that,” he taunted, “you’ll have to do even better. I need to hear you say, ‘Please, sir, I’m a bad girl. Please fuck your bad girl.’”

No way! She wasn’t some… oh who was she kidding, she was on fire. Sweat coated every inch of her skin. Her body tingled with anticipation and burned with need, and it ended up betraying her. She dug her heels into his ass and tried to pull him forward, but he wasn’t having it. The denial made her squirm. She couldn’t take it anymore.

“Please, sir,” she began in a needy voice, but her pride wouldn’t let her continue. “Ugh. God dammit. Just fuck me already.”

“Say it,” he hissed in her ear and pressed his length harder against her clit.

“Mmm, fuck. No. Come on, just do it.”

He suddenly stopped moving. The pressure between her legs eased. He released her hands.

“Okay then. I’m just gonna jump in the shower real quick. Feel free to hang out, or leave, up to you.”

The bottom of Meredith’s stomach dropped out. What did that mean? What was he doing?

Mike rose to his knees so the object of her desire was staring her straight in the eye. The sight made her bite her bottom lip. She couldn’t look away and asked his cock, “Just like that? You’re just, done?”

He didn’t respond, instead letting the silence be her answer while she dripped on the sheets and stared hungrily at his dick. On impulse, she reached for it, knowing if she could just get her hands or mouth on it, he’d give in.

But he was too quick and caught her wrist. She reached again with her other hand, but he batted it away. Each time he fought her off the aching emptiness became worse. She was growing more desperate with each passing second, more frantic, until he caught both wrists at the same time and pushed her back into the mattress, following her down and looming over her.

“Say it,” he growled in her ear, and she couldn’t keep herself from grinding against him.

A whimper started in her throat, growing into a moan. “Fine! Fuck.” She took a deep breath. “Please, sir.” Her cheeks were on fire at the first words and only grew hotter from there. “I’m a bad girl. Please fuck your bad girl.”

There. She was probably beet-red, but she said it. Feeling her willpower unravel was both embarrassing and exhilarating. Something to think about later, because right now she was completely occupied with the heavy cock pressing against her belly.

“Good. Now I just need one more thing.”

A sound tore from her throat, half-growl, half-sob. That wasn’t fair! She’d said it!

“If I give you what you want, what will you do for me?”

What did that mean? Wasn’t fucking her its own reward? But her mouth acted without consulting her brain, and it all came out in a rush. “Oh fuck, I don’t know, I’ll suck your dick so fucking good. You can cum wherever you want, on my tits, on my face, in my mouth, I don’t know I don’t care just fuck me baby, fuck my pussy like you own it.”

She was out of breath. Holy shit. Where had that come from? She’d never spoken like that in…

Mike pushed into her, and any other thoughts vanished. His hands were still holding hers over her head. It was the hottest thing. She was stretching around his thick length as it filled her at a steady, unrelenting pace, inch after glorious inch. And then he was buried. It was so big. So fucking big. How did it all fit? She was so wonderfully stretched, and so wonderfully full, and it was just as satisfying as she remembered. She couldn’t keep herself from wrapping her legs around his waist.

“Good girl,” he whispered into her ear.