Free Mikalo's Grace by Syndra K. Shaw

my waist, his fingers already stoking the heat of my
lust.
    Moving closer, he sighed, his breath hot on
my skin.
    Quickly, he turned me, bent me over the sink,
our reflections facing us.
    And he was inside.
    I groaned.
    Loud.
    He covered my mouth, quieting me.
    Moving slowly, he allowed me time to adjust,
to relax, to accept him and let him move deep, and then deeper
still.
    I closed my eyes, my hands steadying myself
as they rested on the mirror.
    He picked up the pace, his head resting on my
shoulders as he hunched his back, holding me close.
    Moving quicker, I could feel the juices run,
my wetness staining my thighs, running down my legs, dripping to
the floor beneath.
    I was going to cum. And cum hard.
    "Ronan?"
    We stopped.
    Blazen. Outside the door. In my office.
    Shit.
     
     

Chapter Twenty
     
    I waited, holding my breath.
    Mikalo didn't.
    His eyes watching us in the mirror, he moved
in me. Slowly. Teasing. His hand now clutching my breast through my
jacket, his fingers finding the nipple and pinching, hard and
slow.
    "Ronan? Are you okay?" Bill asked again.
    He and I had traveled together, gone to
conferences. Commiserated over our love lives and seen each other
at our lowest. He was like family, so for him to talk to me through
the bathroom door wasn't a big deal.
    Usually.
    But goddamn, Mikalo was working his magic,
moving to the side to hit one spot and then to the other to find
yet one more, my wetness paving the way for him to slip his way
deeper and deeper.
    But if I didn't respond to Blazen, say
something, anything, he'd get worried. Or suspicious.
    And I could barely breathe let alone
speak.
    "I'm fine," I finally managed. "Thank
you."
    I watched Mikalo's reflection in the mirror.
The slow smile of satisfaction spreading across his face as he
moved quicker, one hand holding my hips, the other still torturing
the tender flesh of my breast.
    "Good, good," Blazen was saying. "I just
wanted to touch base, you know. Check in and say hello before
..."
    Shit. He couldn't continue. Couldn't mention
the meeting. Or what they had decided. Mikalo couldn't hear this.
Not yet. And not here, like this.
    Blazen had to shut up.
    "It's no, no problem, Bill," I interrupted,
my voice catching as Mikalo plunged deep.
    Another small smile of satisfaction as, with
a flash of innocent cruelty in his eyes, he watched me watching him
in the mirror.
    "Are you sure you're good?"
    "I'm good," I panted. "Very good."
    "Okay, but, hey, I want you to know that
everything is going to be okay. It's tough, but, you know, whatever
you need, I'm there for you."
    "Sounds good, Bill."
    Oh god, just go away.
    Mikalo was moving faster, his eyes narrowing,
the lids growing heavy with lust as he drove closer and closer to
filling me.
    "Maybe we can do dinner one night this week,"
Blazen was saying.
    I was going to cum. Mikalo's width, his
thickness, his throbbing hardness insistent and hungry, forcing me
closer, a great wave inching near as it reared back, growing in
strength.
    "Bill, please, can I ... please ... oh god
--"
    It happened. My body shaking, my legs
trembling, Mikalo catching me and holding me steady as my legs grew
weak, my knees buckling.
    I gasped.
    "Hey, I'm sorry," Bill said, his voice no
longer at the door. "This is rude of me. Again, I was just ..."
    The rest was a blur as I gripped the sink,
Mikalo pushing himself deep, his head resting on my back while he
oh so quietly gasped and sighed, his body shivering and shaking as
one, two, three, and then four, five times he throbbed inside
me.
    "I'll talk to you later," Bill was
saying.
    And then I heard him leave.
    I looked at us in the mirror.
    I was a mess. My hair sweaty, my jacket open,
my shirt unbuttoned and stretched. My skirt a wrinkled disaster as
it lay bunched above my waist.
    The floor beneath me wet
    And my underwear ripped and useless.
    He tucked himself in and zipped up.
    Perfect as always, his face glistening with a
slight sheen of sweat. Not a hair out of place.
    And