Is this my first smut? Yes.
Did my mind get away from me? Absolutely.
Hopefully its at least enjoyable.
Rick's knee bounced repeatedly. His arms rested on the counter and his hands were lightly folded into fists. He stared intently at the marble as his heart hammered and a mix of apprehension and anticipation coursed through every nerve. A glass was set in front of him by slender fingers and he eyed the golden liquid and ice. He swallowed nervously and took a breath as the stool beside him was pulled out and occupied.
"Nervous?" Her soft voice drifted into his ear.
Rick looked over and caught her expressive brown, doe eyes. She leaned against the heel of her palm and reached out to rub gently atop his jittery knee. Vivid images of their lunch the day before came back in full force and heat consumed him like he ran head first into a fire. She'd arranged their meeting and he'd obliged, feeling ashamed at his eagerness but expectant nonetheless.
"A little" he said with a weak smile.
Michonne smiled and tapped her lips with her pinky for a moment, studying him before taking a healthy drag of her drink. Rick followed suit with his own, knowing he'd need it if the night ahead was anything like he'd imagined.
"Am I being pushy?" She asked, her smile falling a bit.
Rick thought about it as he finished off his liquor. She had stepped into his world, taken the unexpected reins and indulged him in something he had been too reserved to make happen on his own and with that he felt some comfort in it.
"No" he shook his head. "This is something I want" he set down his empty glass.
Michonne hummed. "It was written all over the way you watched me, all the blushing notwithstanding" Michonne chuckled as she poured him more.
"I told you I'm not much of a drinker" he tipped it back anyway.
"I don't take it you were much of an exhibitionist either?"
Rick chuckled. "I don't think you gave me a chance to think about it"
"Did you enjoy it?"
He felt himself flush as he remembered the way he kept replaying the way her lips pressed against her glass, her bright and keen stare running along his whole form and pulling him in without warning. He had thought of the way her delicate foot pressed and fondled his hard, sensitive dick and how wondrous it was. He thought of when he was laid up in his bed that night, reducing himself to an unabashed moaning mess as he strokes himself furiously.
"Yes" he mumbled over the melting ice.
"What if I told you I went back to my office and touched myself to you?" She was still looking at him and he felt every path her eyes took as if it was a scorching trail being branded into him.
Rick felt a tingle settled low in his stomach and the unmistakable stirring below his belt. His thoughts ran away from him as he pictured it—her leaned back in her chair, legs spread wide and exposed and her slender fingers caressing over her heated sex, wet from toying with him, before plunging one digit in her heat and then another. He wondered what her moans sounded like, what her face looked like in the throes of pleasure and further still he wondered what her pussy looked like. He swallowed roughly and went to drink from his glass but got a shock as ice bumped his upper lip instead.
Michonne chuckled, obviously having been watching him spiral. "You truly are a lightweight, huh?" She reached for his glass and slid it away.
"I'm not drunk"
"Of course you are, off of thinking about me fingering myself"
Rick looked at her. They kept each other's gaze, feeling that indescribable yearning that passed through him at the mixer. He had never had anyone make him feel this way, so disoriented and heated and willing. The longer he stared the more he saw something switch in her eyes, a twinkle of desire, the blown want and that air of mischief.
"You want to see?"
"See what?" His eyes shone and Michonne smiled.
She moved off her stool, grabbing his hand and leading him to the open living space. It wasn't the first time he took note of her attire, on a Saturday afternoon, Michonne decided to wear cotton shorts that barely reached over her ample ass and a tank top that hugged her breasts like a glove. Rick was in over his head. Michonne stilled him in front of her sofa and she sat, looking up at him. Rick wasn't sure what she was planning but he went to sit beside her, stomach in knots but was stopped.
"Stay there" her tone held no room for dispute and Rick paused. He caught her gleaming stare and straightened.
"Good boy" she smiled slowly and Rick blushed but there was that familiar buzz.
Rick watched as she leaned back into the sofa, lifted her hips, hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her shorts and pushed down. Rick followed the movement intensely and watched as the fabric slipped over thick, succulent thighs and down to the floor where she kicked them aside. Rick hadn't noticed his breath coming in short bursts until he trailed back up to see fleshy, glistening lips.
"Fuck" he breathed because that's all that came to mind. It was wiped blank. He couldn't look away if he tried or temper the visible bulge he was now sporting as he stood there.
"Rick, I think you may have ruined me" she dragged her hands over her inner thighs and he aptly followed them. She pushed up the hem of her tank top a bit more and slid her hand down slowly until her fingers dipped into her wetness.
"Seeing you fall apart for me like that, a complete stranger in front of everyone" Michonne licked her lips. "Kind of rewired my brain that day"
She brushed over the gradually peaking bud and a moan fell from her luscious lips that was a constant distraction for him. His cock twitched in his worn jeans at the sound. As she continued to work herself up and steady moans came out like a song from her, Rick was like a livewire and he was struggling not to move. He licked his lips as he took in how pretty her pussy looked; how tasty. The dark chocolate lips gave way to pink folds. She was fucked herself with two fingers on her couch for him to see and he couldn't seem to conjure up a thought past the need to catch the leaking essence sliding from her exposed hole.
She groaned lightly. "Look at me" she instructed and it took a minute and industrial effort but Rick trailed his eyes on her hooded ones.
"This is what thinking about you succumbing to me does" she pumped her fingers a few more times and pulled them out, holding them up.
"Want a taste?"
Rick nodded absently, and bit his lip at the thought. Fuck if he didn't want to just lay feast to her pussy right then and there, no preamble.
"Not like that, Rick" her tone was breezy. "Words."
"Yes"
In his daze he didn't notice his blunder and as her pretty sex was closed off from his gaze with a sigh, it was like he was dragged back to reality. He saw her frown and felt instantly regretful, going over what it is he did wrong. Michonne crossed her arms and legs and stared at him. She shook her head.
"Come here," she said.
Rick stepped forward until he was practically on top of her. He stared down, now conscious of the fact that his fingernails were digging into her palms and released them.
"This isn't how you play, Rick"
"I'm sorry"
Michonne observed him before she reached out and caressed his bulge lightly. Rick shuddered and let out a deep groan. "Your really enjoying this"
"Yes ma'am" he recovered from the recesses of his hazy mind. The smile Michonne gave him was worth the effort.
"Kneel for me?" She looked him in the eyes.
Rick did as he was told. Something about this woman bypassed just his need to relinquish control for his pleasure. He had always been steadfast in who he let privy to this side of him and since his divorce he'd dated here and there and no one made him feel comfortable enough to even attempt to let go in this way. But Michonne, she came in like a tornado and was still wreaking devastating havoc to his mind because this couldn't be normal; his easy submission to practically a stranger. A stranger who gave him a footjob on her lunch break under the thin veil of a table where one curious observer would've caught on. Michonne who looked at him, not like dirt like he'd read about in some scenarios like this, but as a commodity; a treasure she found and seemed intent on keeping as hers. Rick swallowed thickly as he looked up at her—naked from the waist down but still held this air of authority, of elegance and it made his cock even harder.
"You want to keep going?" Michonne delved her finger into his soft waves until they were cradled in his bunched curls.
"Yes ma'am" Rick said hastily. He wanted to see where this went, how much more acute she could make him feel of her presence.
Michonne smiled big and beautiful. "I've read up on this"
Rick smirked. "Eager aren't you?"
"Me? Eager?" She gave him a haughty grin that sent a jolt through him. "No" she gripped his curls tightly, tipping his head back a bit and he let out a short, thrilled grunt. "And you're talking out of turn" she reprimanded.
Rick exhaled shakily, feeling himself falling in that way this dynamic prompted him to. Suddenly his heart was beating quickly and his head was going cottony as he watched this woman begin the process of owning him. "I'm sorry ma'am" he breathed.
"I've read up on this," she repeated. "A safe word. We need one, for when I go too far for you"
Blues met browns. Rick knew all about the ways in which this worked, he'd researched it since he was a freshman in college. The stories of anonymous people finding their person and the things they got up to. It was all coming to a head at this moment and he could hardly contain his excitement.
"Mixer" he said.
Michonne laughed at that and stroked his hair. "Smart ass"
"It only makes sense"
Michonne hummed. Then she shifted until Rick was staring at her pretty pussy once more, this time in all its details and his breath hitched. It glistened anew and he licked his lips in anticipation, his mind growing blank at the thought of tasting her—her smell alone was making him dizzy with lust. He was still fully dressed but wound up like a spring.
His eyes raised and took in her smoldering gaze as she leaned back with her elbow propped on the arm of the couch, head resting in her hand. She shifted closer to the edge and gave Rick an open view of her fluttering entrance. His breathing was all he could hear in his ear but it was her sultry tone that cut through.
"Taste me" she ordered.
Rick practically face planted into her pussy, he didn't need to be told twice. For a moment he just breathed her in, her musk so heady and fresh and mouthwatering. Her small moan made him dart his tongue out and swiped up the length of her, immediately trapping the peeking bud between his lips and she bucked.
"Ah" she gasped.
He let her go and licked down, circling her hole and dipping the tip of his tongue just inside. The grip Michonne had on his hair stirred him on, along with her melodic hums and gasps. He worked diligently, drinking up every bit of essence that drained from her. He was in heaven, he was sure of it. He moaned into her pussy and brought his hand up, ready to work her up more but Michonne slapped his hand away.
"No touching" she ground out. He raised his eyes to see her dark, lustful stare and her mouth opened slightly as she breathed heavily. She was fucking beautiful with all that desire written on her features.
Rick doubled his efforts, closing his lips around her now swollen clit and sucked.
"Ah shit" she hissed and with her grip in his tresses she pushed him impossibly close but Rick wasn't complaining. He would've drowned in her if he could. He kept sucking and she grinded her drenched pussy steadily on his face. He stiffened his tongue and flicked her clit wildly, feeling warm cum on his chin, adding to the slick mess already connecting him to her.
"Rick!" She gasped out to the ceiling, inhaling sharply.
She brought both her legs over his shoulder as he worked and he felt the pressure of her thighs on either side of his face, trapping him. This way he could hear the pounding of his heart and her muffled moans.
"Don't fucking stop!" she ordered as she upped her efforts in fucking his face while he slurped up her juices and tongued her hole reverently.
Her legs tightened and she crossed her ankles against his back. Rick's head was spinning the less room he got to breathe, his cock was painfully pressed against the zipper of his jeans. He was consumed with everything Michonne and he found he'd rather it no other way. No one has ever engaged him like this to the point where he might black out from the increasing lack of oxygen and being subjected to paradise.
Michonne's thighs started quivering and Rick was still buried against her sopping pussy, trying to work as she let loose her hips. He was being smothered in the greatest way.
"Shit. Shit. Shit" Michonne called out in a blur.
Rick took her clit between his teeth and bit down gently. Immediately he felt a gush of liquid splash his chin and he opened his willing mouth to guzzle it down earnestly. "Shit. Fuck! Rick!" she shouted as she came hard, shaking with a long pleased groan filling the space.
Both their breathing were ragged when Rick was finally released and could sit back to admire how beautifully sparked Michonne was. She slumped back into the couch, chest rising and falling. Her legs fell from his shoulders and she looked at him. Her smirk was delirious with wanton pleasure.
"Well damn." She said airily, "aren't you talented"
Rick licked his lips, already familiar with her taste and already a fiend for it. He wanted more, he wanted to drown for however long she'd let him. His lower face was completely wet with her essence.
"Did you enjoy eating me out?" Their gazes burned with fire.
"Yes ma'am" his eyes flashed.
"Strip" she ordered.
Rick got to his feet and obliged. Pulling off his T-shirt, revealing a toned torso that had Michonne biting her lip. She shed her tank top as well—she'd forgone any underwear. Rick's hands went to his belt and made quick work of it, pushing down his pants and boxers in one motion, kicking them aside.
His cock bobbed in the open air, pink and angry and needing attention. Michonne was on the floor in front of him, taking in his girth and length—it wasn't anything crazy but it was nothing to scoff at either. Her mind had long since left her and all she could feel was this overwhelming ache for him and this need to make him putty in her hands. He was willing and Michonne would be damned if she let this sexy country boy be just a random toy on a spontaneous lunch break.
She wasn't completely green to this dynamic play; she's heard about it but hadn't ever thought she'd be one to indulge in it. In hindsight she loved to take control where her lovers were concerned and it always turned her off and took her out of the moment when they wouldn't indulge her. She meant it when she said meeting someone wasn't as conventional these days and they were proof of it.
Seeing him so flushed red, from his face to his chest, eyes twinkling with need and darkened with desire made her more wet than she was ready for. The way he watched her touch herself, trailing his eyes all over until he couldn't look away from her ministrations, did something to her. He was a mystery to her but she was sure so was she, to him. This may never be anything more than an arrangement but goddamn if it didn't feel so fucking thrilling to make him submit to her.
She busied herself with kissing up and down his length, swiping him with her tongue periodically. His short groans and moans were so pretty to her.
"I think I need to break you in" she wrapped her lips around the head of his cock and sucked. "Just the way I want you" She felt him buckle before he caught himself.
"Shit" he hissed. She went back to tonguing down his shaft. She kept her eyes on him and he didn't look away even though he seemed to want to relish in the feeling of her.
"You're so beautiful" he breathed. She smiled and went lower still until she took one of his balls into her mouth.
"Fuck" He moaned and his hand went to her head. This time she didn't reprimand him. She rolled his sac in her mouth before letting it go with a wet pop and taking hold of the other. Rick was panting heavily, clearly having trouble staying standing up.
Michonne came back up to his tip and this time took him further into her mouth. Rick bucked up into her reflexively. He was being reduced to just drawn out moans as she bobbed her head on his cock, letting it slide deeper and deeper until it hit the back of her throat. She gagged softly—it's been a while. Rick cried out and fell back taking Michonne with him..
Michonne let him go, a bit surprised he had fallen and she took in his cherry red face, both from pleasure and embarrassment. She smiled. "First lesson" she stroked him, keeping on, "don't cum until I tell you to"
She bent back over his cock and smothered it into her warm, wet mouth and worked him back deep. Michonne stroked him as she bobbed on his slick cock. At one pass she finally took him all and pressed her nose to his pelvis, feeling the weight of him on her tongue and that delicious, euphoric intrusion that made her dripping pussy even more slick.
She looked up at Rick who had a fistful of her locs and his head thrown back and mouth open as he heaved breaths. He looked so sexy like that. Feeling her throat expand and forcing his cock out, Michonne let up and took a needed breath. Rick raised his head, eyes blown so wide she could barely see the blue, he looked lost in a haze of pleasure and she felt pride in how disheveled he looked, hair mussed from her earlier attack.
Without anymore preamble, Michonne eased back down on him and began to suck hard, tasting him on her tongue. She licked up the side of his length before gobbling him down completely and bobbing her head steadily, each time his tip hit the back of her throat and the sinful sounds they made was like a fog over them. He bucked up a few times and she pressed against his hips to keep him still as she worked him. Rick was a chorus of grunts and groans and curse words as he lost himself to her. Completely melting in her hands for her leisure and pleasure. He was gone, all he wanted was to cum. Michonne felt him throbbing, she took him all in and stilled, swallowing around his head.
"I want to cum" his voice was hoarse and low. "I want to cum" he said again.
Michonne was a mess of his precum and her spit, the mixture sticky and slippery against her chin and mouth and nose. His scent and taste was so fucking intoxicating that she couldn't think of anything else, not even as he chanted need for release and she kept on fucking him with her mouth and throat. Michonne ran her fingers over the planes of his stomach and tweaked his nipples. Rick let out a shout and bucked up hard. Michonne choked around him, feeling that sharp tingle in her belly and came off with a harsh suck of his head and a jerking shudder of her own, a guttural moan falling from her lips while she climaxed.
"Come for me" she ordered on a shaky gasp and without much more prompting Rick exploded in the air. Ropes of his cum spewed out and landed on his stomach and her hands that came around to stoke him through it.
Michonne watched him tremble until he went limp and she collapsed on her back near his hip. They were both spent and considerably focused on breathing and calming their racing hearts and murky minds. Their silence was comfortable, contemplative as they got their wits back slowly. Michonne couldn't think of the last time she came so hard and one without even being touched. Seeing Rick shatter for her was the catalyst to this whole thing.
"First lesson down, many more to go until you're just right for me"
"Wow" she heard Rick mumble. "Who knew mixers actually worked"
Michonne laughed. She wiped her face and sat up, running a hand through her messy hair. "Well, now you're stuck with me. I'm going to make you wholly mine" she declared alluringly. She crawled up and over him, looking into those sated blues, heat getting trapped between them and there was the yearning need for him. Rick smiled handsomely.
"Please do" he begged shamelessly.