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"Would you—do you want to
come upstairs with me?" Micah asked hesitantly, holding his breath as he
waited for Thomas to answer. He had never asked anyone to come up to his
room before. He didn't know what the etiquette was for asking.
"Lead the way, baby,"
Thomas said, the grin on his face growing to enormous proportions.
Micah stared at him for
just a moment in shock. He hadn't really expected Thomas to answer him, let
alone agree to go upstairs with him. But he needed to ask. He had to ask.
Now that he had answered, and agreed, Micah was suddenly so excited, he
could squeal.
He was also a little
worried. What if he didn't measure up? What if he couldn't please Thomas?
Thomas was drop dead gorgeous. He could have any man he wanted, or woman for
that matter. Why would he be interested in Micah?
"Micah?" Thomas asked
after a moment.
Oh, what the hell!
What was the worst that could happen? Thomas could run screaming from the
room? Even if he did, at least Micah would know that he had tried. It wasn't
like he was going to get a chance like this again.
Micah grabbed Thomas's
hand and pulled him towards the stairs. His heart beat excitedly in his
chest as they walked up the stairs and down the hallway towards Micah's
bedroom. The butterflies in his stomach were back on the roller coaster as
he led Thomas into his bedroom and shut the door behind him.
Turning away from the
door, he turned to look up at Thomas. The look of pure desire on Thomas's
face surprised him, and turned him on like nothing else had. Thomas looked
like he really wanted him. Micah really hoped he did.
Drawing up his courage,
Micah walked over to Thomas and reached for the hem of his shirt, pulling it
slowly up to reveal the tight sculpted body beneath. Oh, hot damn! Not even
in his wildest dreams had he ever seen a man that looked as good as Thomas
did.
Every muscle he had was
superbly defined, right down to the tight flat muscles of his abdomen
showing off the small Celtic tattoo around his bellybutton. Micah could
picture himself licking around that tattoo until Thomas went crazy. If only…
"Need some help, baby?"
Thomas asked, a small chuckle in his voice as he pulled the shirt the rest
of the way over his head.
Micah looked up at him,
feeling his face heat up a little. "No, just admiring the view."
"Mind if I check out the
view too?" Thomas asked, reaching for Micah's shirt. When Micah swallowed,
then shook his head, Thomas pulled the shirt over his head and dropped it on
the floor.
As Thomas glanced back
down at his naked chest, Micah had the absurd need to cover his chest with
his arms. He had some muscles from working on the farm every day but nothing
like that muscles Thomas was sporting. Thomas was—well, he was something
else.
"Hot damn, baby, you're
gorgeous. I'm going to eat you up!" Thomas growled.
Micah looked at Thomas in
surprise. Thomas thought he was gorgeous? Had he been out in the sun too
long? Maybe Johnny had hit him in the head after he had run away. It was
obvious that Thomas had lost his mind.
On the other hand, Micah
wasn't about to turn down a sexy man like Thomas or tell him he was nuts. If
he thought Micah was gorgeous, more power to him.
"I'm all yours, big guy,"
Micah laughed as he reached for the buttons on Thomas's tighter than crap
faded blue jeans. "Eat away."
"Don't mind if I do,"
Thomas chuckled as he dropped to his knees in front of Micah. He reached
over and began to slowly unbutton Micah's jeans, so slowly that Micah would
swear he could hear each tick of the wall clock. It was pure torture.
Just when he thought he
couldn't take anymore and was going to beg Thomas to hurry up, Thomas pushed
his jeans down his legs and off his feet, leaving Micah standing there naked
in front of him.
"Oh, this is nice,"
Thomas groaned.
Micah cried out and
grabbed at Thomas's shoulders to keep himself standing as Thomas wrapped his
lips around his jutting cock, his tongue gently caressing the head. His legs
were shaking so badly he was sure he was going to collapse on the floor in a
pile of goo.
"Thomas," he cried out,
his head dropping back on his shoulders at the exquisite torture. He had
never felt anything like it in his life. Thomas was running his tongue all
around the head of his cock, over the slit in the top, and along the
sensitive underside. At the same time, his lips were clamped down on him,
moving up and down at an ever-increasing rate.
Just as Micah thought he
couldn't take anymore, that his head was going to explode, Thomas wrapped
his arms around Micah's waist and lifted him up, carrying him over to the
bed and dropping him down.
Micah could only stare at
Thomas in wonder as he climbed in between his legs, his large body settling
at the apex of his thighs. Micah's cock stood hard and proud right in front
of Thomas's smiling face.
For a brief moment, Micah
wondered what in the hell he had gotten himself into. He was lying naked on
his bed with a complete stranger about to devour him. Instinctively, he knew
that was exactly what Thomas was going to do.
"Thomas," he whispered
hesitantly. The look on his face as he gazed up at Micah was almost feral.
It was so savage, so possessive, that Micah couldn't look away. He was
hypnotized by the intensity of it.
"I've been waiting for
you for a long time, Micah," Thomas growled as he climbed his way up his
body.
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