On a scale of one to holy fucking hell, that first kiss Mike lands on Dell’s lips is at least in the high hundreds. It’s so soft and tame that she’s not sure it’s happening until she realizes she’s not laughing anymore. Oh no, she’s got far better things to do with her mouth. She opens underneath him, tugging gently at his lip with her teeth. She loves the moan it rips from his throat. The sound is deep and needy. Holy fuck. She’s been thinking about doing that all night.

Ever since he walked through her door in that ridiculously well-fitted button down and jacket. His pants had been criminally tight too. If Andrew hadn’t been home, she’d have dragged him off to the bedroom and demanded he keep her busy for a week.

When she slides her hand up through the hair at his temple she can’t help but groan. It’s just as thick and silky as she’d figured it would be. So fucking thick, in fact, that she loses strands even as she’s pulling him closer. Mother of God. She could have already done this. She could have spent her entire night yesterday kissing this man and engaging in the best of dances: the horizontal one.

Warning bells flare up in her mind though, even as he’s thoroughly ravishing her mouth. She doesn’t do long-term but she doesn’t do meaningless. Her last five relationships had lasted about a month and had involved more than just a few booty calls. She was still friends with all the guys. Mike wasn’t promising forever. But he wasn’t even promising tomorrow.

She feels like he’s spent all night trying to make this a legitimate date and not a one-off. But the way he slides his hand to the back of her neck to anchor her to him makes Dell think that this is sex. This is the best of the pure, unrestrained lust that makes her panties melt. They’re already damp and Mike is only kissing her for the second time. She needs some air. She needs to think this through-

As though reading her mind, Mike retreats momentarily and as soon as the contact is lost she misses it. She craves it. Dell is so fucked. Her free hand twists in his jacket lapel, pulling him back to her. He’s got an arm around her waist now, grasping at the fabric at her back. Oh fuck. She can feel every inch of him like this and he is solid.

He’s going for the third kiss when a cold bucket of reality drops on their heads. It starts to pour. Dell’s first instinct is to pull tighter to Mike as though they could manage to ignore this onslaught but it’s only a few moments of wet skin against skin until she has to pull back and glare at the sky. It’s really coming down. She blinks and looks up at Mike. It’s been less than a minute but his hair is already plastered to his head. The water is seeping in through her collar, all the way to her under ware.

“Come on!” He grabs her hand and turns back the way they’d come, sprinting. She takes a few wobbly steps and curses herself for her choice in foot ware. Heels. Fuck. She slips, her hand almost coming clean out of Mike’s grasp. He stops when she stumbles and looks back. She should just take her shoes off. They’re already full of water; running on the bare pavement is preferable.

She doesn’t get a chance to get one off before Mike comes back to her and just scoops her up in his arms. She tries not to squeal in surprise but he definitely pulls a squeak out of her. She can hear his gruff laughter, even as he’s running down the street, carrying her. This has never happened to her. She holds tight around his neck, trying to ignore the panic of the situation. One wrong step and they’re both going to be sprawled on the sidewalk.

They must look like crazy people.

Mike doesn’t slow down until they’re back in the parking complex where he’d left his car. She’d wondered where they were when he’d pulled in but she’d figured it was either his place or a friend’s. When they’re under cover he adjusts his grip on her and carries her to an elevator. She’s finally let back to her feet when he’s called the car. He’s not even out of breath.

She should have been working on landing a professional athlete earlier, with stamina like this. He doesn’t say anything while they wait, doesn’t offer to take her home. His car is right there but he’s staring at her with heat in his eyes. She shivers, less from the cold and wet and more from the promise that look holds.

Is she really going to do this?

The elevator door slides open and he pulls her inside. He punches a button for the seventh floor and then plasters her against the elevator wall. His mouth finds her throat and her head bangs against the glass. Yeah, she’s doing this. They’re doing this. She whimpers under his ministrations, her hands coming up to cup the soft, yet soaked, material of his jacket. She can feel his muscles contract under her touch and he lifts her off her feet.

“Oh fuck, Mike.” She sounds needy and desperate and she is. His tongue traces her clavicle, sucking up the rainwater. He shudders against her when she wraps her legs around his waist. She fits so well in his arms. And he is so fucking strong; she doesn’t feel unstable in the slightest.

He surges forward, his belt buckle pressing into the soft skin of her stomach. She feels the hard length of him press against her core and she lets out a sob. He is everywhere around her. Her entire existence blinks Mike, Mike, Mike. He sets her down gently when the elevator digs and the door slides open. They stare at each other for a long moment. He’s breathing heavily now and so is she, never able to catch enough of a breath. Fuck, when was the last time she was this turned on for second base?

Her minds whispers, never. Never. Mike Green is something else.

He keeps his hands on her hips and pulls her forward into the hallway. They crash into the far wall and Mike is kissing her again. She is lightning and fire under his touch, burning and electric. His left hand grabs at her waist while his right fiddles with his key chain. Definitely his place. The moment he gets the door open he’s pushing off her coat.

She lets him get the front door closed before attacking his own clothes, ridding him of the soaking wet coat. His tie follows with a few, impatient tugs. The row of buttons on his shirt gives her pause and then she’s even further side tracked as he finds the zipper to her dress. She stills herself, allowing him the chance to get her out of the dress before she moves again. It pools at her feet.

She shivers instantly at the cool air of his place against her cold skin. Mike moves his lips back to her neck, murmuring soft apologies for the climate. The problem is that she can’t really get to his shirt buttons when he’s crushing her to his chest. She tries to pull his head up, hands buried in that glorious hair, but he isn’t giving in.

He picks her up again instead and she shivers harder. He is so fucking strong. Fuck. Her head spins this thought around as she’s carried through the apartment. It’s dark; she doesn’t even notice her surroundings with her head full of him. Mike is frantic, mouth moving over her skin like a prayer, and he tosses her back on the bed when they get to his bedroom.

His gaze is dark with lust and she watches them darken more at the sight of her laid out in front of him. She feels amazingly beautiful in his eyes even though she knows she’s not perfect. She’s got an extra ten pounds at her hips from too many beers and she is pasty as fuck but when she tries to cover herself his hands still her wrists. Kneeling over her, Mike kisses her deeply before he says, “I am the luckiest fucking man in the world right now.” He’s full of conviction and she takes the opportunity to stop doubting herself. Instead, she starts on his shirt. She gets three buttons undone, the hint of his tattoos peeking out in the pale light of the night, before he leans up and just pulls it off.

Dell sucks in a quick breath. Their groping and pressing hasn’t prepared her for the hard plane of his chest and the vivid ink she finds under his clothes. He is dark, dangerous. His body was made for this and she becomes impossibly wet. She is a mess in her panties and it is all Mike Green’s fault. Her hand traces the tribal work on his right shoulder and she grins because really, she is a sucker for ink.

She drags her fingertips down his pecs; hard muscle jumping under her touch. When she gets to his abdomen, teasing gently under his waistband, Mike groans against her chest. He collects himself. Dell gives into temptation again and buries her free hand in his hair, holding him to her as he nuzzles one bra cup aside, revealing her already painfully hard nipple. “Fuck!” Her hips arch off the bed when he closes his lips around the pink tip. He groans appreciatively when she does it again, pushing their still clothed hips together.

“Mike. No foreplay. Totally- “ His hand comes up to play with her other nipple. She keens with the sensation. “Totally unnecessary.” Mike’s laughter fills the room but he stops teasing. His hand follows her waist. She shivers harder than before when he presses lightly against her core.

“Fuck. Dell.” His voice is silk and satisfaction as he takes in the state of her panties. Two fingers gently tease at her slit through the fabric. She sobs. This is overwhelming and she can’t wait. There’s been too much build-up already. She aches in every possible way. Her hand returns to his waistline, her fingers expertly undoing his belt. When she pops the top button and slides his zipper down, he nudges aside the fabric under his fingers and pushes them both inside of her.

Her hand stills and she arches again at the sensation of him filling her. His fingers are long and thick as they wiggle experimentally. Her head pushes deeper into the soft quilt beneath them. She is going to split apart with the sensation. His thumb slides through her juices to her clit and Dell bites her lip, hard, too keep from screaming. Mike’s face is suddenly hovering above her. He looks a little smug but extremely pleased. “You are so fucking wet for me.” Duh, she thinks, her eyes just slits as she watches him watching her. He twists his hand, another finger joining the first two. She bites again and groans from deep in her chest. “Let it go, Dell. Let me hear you.”

She wants to scream his name long and loud, into the empty apartment when he starts thrusting but his lips cover her in a sloppy kiss. It’s all teeth and tongue, both of them showing their excitement with their mouths.

She really needs more, though. She needs him inside her. Her hand springs into action, shoving at his now loose pants. They slip down his ridiculous thighs and she finds him hard and heavy beneath her palm. She rubs up his length through his boxers and he quakes under her touch, his head lifting as he hisses in pleasure. The feeling of holding that sort of power makes her writhe. “Mike, I need you in me. Right. Fucking. Now.” He nods then carefully pulls away. She wants to cry out for him to come back but he’s moving towards the side of the bed and opening the drawer to his bedside table.

Oh fuck. She’d almost completely forgotten about protection. He sheds his pants and boxers and she wishes that it was brighter. He’s a white shape in the room, his body clearly outlined in the faint light drifting in but it’s not enough. She can’t really see his muscles flex as he bends then straightens. His ink is smudged around the edges of the darkness. She pulls off her panties when he returns. There’s a quiet moment that passes between the two of them when he tears open the condom package and then rolls it on.

It may be dark but it’s not dark enough to mistake the size of him. This is going to be a wild ride, she thinks, and then she’s laughing because he’s slid his arms under her knees and grasped her by her waist. He shoves her up the bed and settles between her thighs.

He presses against her gently at first, spreading her wetness even more with his tip. The motion makes both of them groan and then he starts to push inside of her. The sensation, too long without for both of them, is so ridiculously delicious. Dell screws her eyes shut, letting herself remember every inch he gives her. When he finally bottoms out, she is full to the brim with him.

Never before her mind whispers again. Fucking Mike Green she screams back while her throat works soundlessly around a gasp.

Mike sets an easy pace for both of them but he is shaking with the effort of restraining himself. She is shaking too, her arms wobbly braced against his chest. She pulls him down and they join in a kiss. The angle changes; it’s shallower and she whines at the lack of pressure. He picks up his head and gives her a curious look. His hair has dried from the rain only to plaster against sweaty skin. She wants him under her. “Flip.” She is demanding and he rolls them both. As soon as she settles on him another rough gasp is ripped from her lips. He presses inside of her like its home and she’s been gone for so long.

With his hands gripping her hips, Dell begins shifting on top of him and-

Holy Fuck. Mother of God, sweet smoking cinnamon titties. He lifts his hips, slamming into her on a back stroke. The combined pressure inside of her and the friction against her clit has her seeing stars. She is so close she can taste it in the back of her throat. She throws herself back and forth, pulling pleasure from them both and she tightens, her whole body going rigid with the orgasm; his name ringing clear from her throat. She fills up the empty spaces of the room with her gasps and Mike.

Dell collapses on his chest, still twitching. His hand rubs up and down her back gently as she comes back down. “You are so gorgeous.” She smiles into his chest and then lifts her face to kiss him again. He is the worst sort of addiction in this moment. She feels him twitch, still buried in her, and she rolls her hips again, signaling him to continue.

Mike anchors a hand in her hair, the other still firmly gripping her hip. He goes to work then, his thighs straining as he pounds into her again and again. She keeps their mouths sealed, swallowing the sounds of his desire. He rips free, though, when he comes, growling into the dark. His grip tightens on her everywhere and it is inconceivably intimate when she feels him shudder inside of her once, twice, three times. He lets out a litany of curses and praise before going boneless beneath her.

Dell lays her head against his chest and listens to his heartbeat. It is a frantic pace, echoed in her chest. The sweat on his skin makes her face slide and she grins because this was hard work rewarded with the most excellent of prizes. It’s rare for her to find a man that can make her come during penetration. She isn’t leaving this bed for a week.

Mike lifts her hips out, sliding out. She rolls away and lets him dispose of the condom. When he returns she really hopes he’s a cuddler because she plasters herself to his side. There’s no complaints from his end. Rather he brushes the hair from her sticky forehead and kisses the skin there gently. It’s touching and she hides her blushing grin into the ink at his shoulder.

“Wow.” He whispers, even though they’re alone, echoing her sentiments about their first kiss.

She giggles back, still a little shell shocked, and says, “Yeah.”

He laughs right along with her.

Notes

So, yeah. That happened. I've got this story almost finished so I'll go back to daily updates after this. Just wanted to get the pr0n out there because I had to keep taking breaks while writing it.

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