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She loved that he didn’t object. That he reached behind his head and ripped off his T-shirt, tossing it aside before pushing his underwear down. And then he was standing gloriously naked—minus the clothes around his ankles—in front of her and Micah sighed, a smile tugging at her lips. She wrapped a hand around the head of his cock and he hissed softly, so she dragged a hand down the full length of him, fingers twisting around his base. Another sound came out of him and she shifted on her knees, leaning forward to take the tip of him into her mouth. The bead of moisture slid onto her tongue as she licked him up. His eyes slipped shut and she opened up the fruit roll-up while taking him deeper into her mouth. His cock was heavy against her tongue and twitched as she sucked gently. Moaning when he hit the back of her throat, Micah set one hand on his thigh and carefully pulled back, sliding him out of her mouth.
And then she wrapped the roll-up around him, smiling when he startled and opened his eyes. “What the hell?”
“I saw this video—” she smoothed the roll-up around his dick with a smirk “—and the woman insisted that it was the best blowjob of her life.”
“Huh. What is that, though?”
She giggled once she was done, leaving his tip exposed as she sat back to admire her handiwork. “A strawberry fruit roll-up.”
He nodded, not entirely convinced, but she knew he was intrigued. She slid him into her mouth and the combination of his natural taste and the strawberry made her eyes roll back. She felt his hand on her jaw, his thumb brushing along her bottom lip as she took him deeper. Micah wrapped one hand around his base and stroked him as she sucked on his strawberry flavored cock. She forced her eyes open and found his head tipped back as her tongue worked him over. His grip on her face went slack as she took him deeper into her mouth, her eyes watering as she swallowed when his tip hit the back of her throat. A guttural sound came out of Fletcher and she silently congratulated herself on making that happen.
“Mick, fuck,” he groaned and she sucked him harder, the flavors coating her mouth. She slipped her hand between his thighs and cupped his balls, getting the loudest moan in response. His fingers gripped her short hair and tugged gently, but Micah didn’t let up. She watched him as she sucked and squeezed him, hand and mouth working in tandem to drive him absolutely wild.
His body jolted and his fingers tightened in her hair, so Micah popped him out of her mouth and Fletcher huffed. She removed the roll-up and licked him from tip to base, her eyes fixed on his face as he breathed heavily. And when he started to relax his hold in her hair, she took him back into her mouth and he gasped as he jerked forward and came, spilling down her throat. Micah moaned, head spinning as she sucked him up. Pulling off him slowly, she leaned back against the cabinets behind her and licked her lips as he caught his breath.
When his eyes finally opened, dark with desire, she shivered. With his chest still heaving, he held out his hands for her and pulled Micah to her feet. Both of them looked at his dick, covered in slightly pinkish red residue and she snorted out a laugh.
“It looks diseased.”
“Tasted good, though,” she countered and tossed the roll-up into the garbage. “Let’s get you all cleaned up.”
Fletcher opened his mouth to say something, but changed his mind. Instead, he pulled his underwear and pants up and led the way to his bedroom. Micah drank in the muscles in his back, the tattoos dotting his skin and smiled to herself. She scored this rockstar and he wanted her just as bad.
When he stepped into the bathroom, Micah took a minute to look around his bedroom. It was large, but decorated simply. Nobody would know that this was the bedroom of a former rockstar, because it was neat and tidy and not a single thing existed from his former life. The California King in the middle of the room took up most of the space and the sheets looked a little rumpled. There was a vintage desk against one wall, with a jacket hanging over the back of the chair. A laptop, a stack of notebooks and her envelope from his birthday rested on the table—it looked unopened.
A large built-in wardrobe took up the opposite wall, a full-size mirror on one of the panels. Beside it was a tall shelf that had more shoes than she owned. A few random pieces of art adorned the walls, adding color to the otherwise plain room. His curtains were a cream color that didn’t look like it served any purpose other than to cover the windows. But Micah had to admit that the bed was positioned in such a way that it might not get any sunlight, irrespective of if the curtain was open or closed.
“Are you going to join me?” His voice floated from the bathroom and she made quick work of stripping off her clothes, tossing everything haphazardly on the floor. Looking at her naked body in the mirror on his closet, she grinned at herself and walked into the bathroom.
Fletcher
I’ll save the edging for another time.
“Cool your jets, rockstar,” she said, laughter in her voice, as she appeared stark naked in the bathroom. “Sure there’s room in there for me?”
He nodded dumbly, looking her over. It wasn’t the first time he was seeing her naked, but he’d never seen this version of her and Fletcher had to admit that his imagination had been lacking. She was still curvy in all the right places, dips and arches shaping her beautiful body. Her hips were a little fuller, thighs a little thicker; but that was all proof of the human she’d brought into the world.
His eyes did a slow survey of her soft brown skin—the dandelion still tattooed on her hip, the gentle folds, rolls of fat and breasts that he was certain would still fit perfectly into his hands. When his gaze lingered too long on her chest, a smile ticking at the corner of his mouth at the sight of her dark nipples pointing in different directions, Micah cleared her throat.
“My body is a whole lot different from what you remember.”
“A whole lot better is what I would say,” he said, his voice scratching against his throat at how beautiful this woman was. She was aware of her beauty and perfection, but Fletcher liked to remind her as much as possible. He held a hand out and her face transformed with a grin and she took it, stepping into the shower with him. His fruit roll-up stained dick had been relaxed as he stood there, letting the cold water hit him, but with Micah in proximity, he was at attention again.
“Do you need help?” she asked, grabbing the soap and lathering it between her hands.
“Not with my cock, thanks.”
“Aw, why not? That’s my favorite part.”
He grunted and took the soap from her, lathering it up as well before setting it aside. He let his mind run through progression chords and the track listing from the first ever Rescuers album as he soaped up his cock. His only priority was getting the sticky residue off him, otherwise he wouldn’t be able to fuck Micah and that was not something that he was remotely okay with. He needed to fuck her.
“Fletch.” He hummed in response and opened his eyes to focus on Micah. “ I know I asked you already, but I can’t remember what we discussed because you were distracting me with your mouth.”
“I’m innocent,” he said, soapy hands held up with a not-so-innocent smile.
She snorted. “Would you like to spend Christmas with Emery and me?”
“Yes,” he said instantly, not even needing to think about it. The idea of spending the holidays with this woman and her kid set his soul on fire in the best ways possible.
