Chapter 1: Micah walks in on Rue naked
The key turned in the lock with a scrape that echoed in the quiet hallway. Micah shouldered his way inside, his arms laden with heavy textbooks and a bag of cheap groceries, the weight of his exhausting day bowing his lanky frame. He kicked the door shut, the comforting scent of old paper and woodsmoke from the fireplace washing over him.
He dropped everything onto the floor with a thud.
The soft crackle of the fire and the low hum of a Billie Holiday record were the only sounds, at first. Then his brain processed the shape on the worn velvet couch. Rue was stretched out like a cat, completely naked, the firelight painting her skin in gold and shadow. Her legs were parted, one knee bent, offering a deliberate, breathtaking view of the damp, dark curls between her thighs.
Micah’s breath hitched, a sharp, silent gasp catching in his throat. Every thought—the unfinished grading, the empty fridge, his perpetual anxiety—evaporated. His body reacted with a blunt, immediate force, his cock thickening against the zipper of his jeans with a painful, urgent throb. He stood frozen, a statue of want and confusion.
Rue’s head turned slowly on the cushion. Her eyes, dark and knowing, locked onto his. A slow, wicked smile played on her lips as her gaze traveled down his body, pausing at the obvious, straining bulge in his pants. "I was wondering when you'd get home," she said, her voice a low purr that cut through the music.
She uncoiled herself and slid off the couch, moving toward him with a liquid grace that made his mouth go dry. He couldn't move, couldn't speak, could only watch as she stopped inches from him, the heat from her body mixing with the fire's warmth. Her fingers, deft and sure, found the button of his jeans. "You think too much, Micah," she whispered, her breath hot against his neck.
The denim and his boxers were shoved down his hips in one rough motion, his cock springing free, fully hard and already leaking. He flinched at the cool air, then gasped as her warm hand wrapped around his base, her grip firm. "Fuck," he choked out, the word barely audible.
She didn't answer, just sank to her knees on the scuffed hardwood floor, never breaking eye contact. Her tongue darted out, a pink flash, and she licked a slow, torturous stripe from his balls all the way up the throbbing vein on the underside to the tip. He shuddered, his hands fisting at his sides.
Then she took him into her mouth, deep and fast, her lips stretching into a tight 'O' around his girth. The wet, hot suction was unbelievable. A guttural moan ripped from his chest. She plunged down, taking him to the back of her throat, and he felt her convulse around him, a gag she suppressed by forcing herself deeper. Tears welled in the corners of her eyes.
"Rue—wait," he stammered, his hips giving an involuntary jerk.
She pulled off with a slick, filthy pop, a string of saliva connecting her lips to his shining crown. "Shut up," she gasped, her voice ragged, and dove back down, setting a brutal, sloppy rhythm. Her head bobbed, her hands cupping and squeezing his balls, the sounds obscenely wet and loud in the quiet room. He was losing his mind, the coiled tension in his gut winding impossibly tight.
His fingers tangled in her hair, not guiding, just holding on as the world narrowed to that exquisite, devastating heat. "I'm gonna—" he warned, his voice strangled.
She took him deeper, swallowing around him, and that was it. His orgasm slammed through him like a live wire. He cried out, a raw, broken sound, as his cock pulsed violently, jet after jet of cum flooding her throat. She swallowed it all, milking him with relentless sucks until he was soft and trembling, spent and utterly hollowed out.
She finally released him, sitting back on her heels and wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, her eyes gleaming with a triumphant, hungry light. He slumped against the door, his jeans around his ankles, trying to remember how to breathe. She rose, her naked body glowing, and patted his cheek. "See?" she said, her voice hoarse. "No thinking required."