Page 36 of Claiming Starlight
She looked up at his handsome face. His cool crystal eyes returned her gaze, full of solemn things she feared to interpret. He kept his thoughts to himself, but he and Avó knew something Sophie didn’t.
“Patience, starlight.” He murmured consolatory as he guided her to the tables laden with food. The musicians had moved on, no longer playing in the corner. As word spread about what had just happened in the kitchen, people emptied the house and filed outside for Avó’s tale telling. Did all her guests know she was a seer? If so, then her gift was bravely out in the open, respected, and accepted by red-bloods and the blue-bloods who didn’t normally associate with magic.It was odd, all around.
Gifted seers saw the fixed past and the changeable future. As natural as intuition, seers had always had a place in history and every culture’s mythology, often taking part in the shaping defining events. Would Avó’s storytelling lead to that?
It would be an event in Sophie’s life. Had to be, given when the woman decided to speak up. If they went into the backyard, she’d have to confront the past and the future. How could she eat?
Micah pressed a red heart-shaped fruit to her lips that he’d taken a bite from already, revealing the juicy middle. “A strawberry, Sophie. Have you ever had one? It’s the first days of summer trapped in a fruit.”
Outside of photos, she’d never seen a strawberry. Not wanting to say no, Sophie opened her mouth. He rubbed the bright red fruit on her lips and over the top of her tongue, sharing its sweetness with her. “Like that?”
“Mmm,” she answered, as she took a bite from it, her mouth full. He captivated her, pulling her thoughts away from fear.
“Know what I’m thinking, Starlight?”
She shook her head.
“Use your words.” He reminded her.
This man’s presence was a vacuum that sucked up all her words. He turned things upside down, from dread to anticipation in seconds. Every other moment, he gifted her with a new feeling, a new truth, a new experience.
Still holding it against her lips, he drew the juice of the remaining half in a damp smear across her top lip, then the bottom, until her insides were tingling and the smoldering look he gave her left no doubt what he was thinking about.
“What am I thinking?” he asked again.
“You are thinking about sex?” Her voice came out high and squeaky, and she felt the color flooding her cheeks, and the world around them faded as Micah’s expression darkened. Everything melted. If it didn’t fit in Micah’s eyes, it stopped existing.
“Fuck, yes. Sex. Dirty, messy, hot sex. Your mouth on my sex. My mouth on your sex. So, so much more.” The other half of the strawberry disappeared in his own mouth, but he had another one ready for her.
Micah was so close that his breath misted her lips as he retraced the juicy path he’d made, rimming her mouth with the pointed tip of the second piece of fruit, making her pink and sticky. He went slowly, dragging the strawberry along, making sure she was aware of every circle. Around and around.“Do you want that, Sophie?” he asked in a roughened growl. The strawberry continued to tease her with texture and smell. Her core pulsed in response.
She couldn’t answer him. How could she speak? His use of the strawberry was a sensual assault, reminding her of every lewd thing he’d made her do. Of the things he still wanted to make her do.
“Do you want to put your mouth on my sex again, little girl? My dick in your pink mouth?” He punctuated the question by pressing the tip of the fruit between her lips, resting it against her tongue.
“Don’t bite. No biting. Show me what you are thinking.”
She didn’t know what he meant. Sophie whimpered, not sure what to do.
“Suck. It,” he commanded, supplying he action for her.
She did. Mesmerized, she nursed at the fat swell and rubbed the heart-shaped point with the tip of her tongue. Her head swam with images of the head of his cock in her mouth. There’d been nothing she could do but take the smooth, pre-cum-slick cap of his past her teeth, filling her mouth so full. He’d forced her to bear it while her body dripped, aching for more, with the dangerous metal of his piercing pressed against her palate.
“Want me to put my mouth on your sex? Suck your little clitty, just like that?” he whispered right above her ear. He nudged the strawberry back and forth while she sucked.
Sophie moaned.
“Lick you, taste you? You want me to dirty up my baby, make her messy with my kisses?”
“Yes,” she said, mouth full, words muffled, the truth escaping anyway.
“Good. Now bite, Sophie.” Leaning down, he kissed her forehead.
He gave her another strawberry, then chose other foods, acting as if they hadn’t just shared the moment of intimacy in the middle of a matronly woman’s dining room. Instead of pressing for more, instead of shoving her up against the wall and ending her misery, he went quiet. Instead of satisfying the ache in her most private places, he filled her mouth, kept demanding she open, chew, swallow.
The erotic detour put her in a headspace where he was all she was thinking about, and eating was easy because he told her to. They shared a pasta salad in a creamy sauce and tender meat he cut from a steak before he spoke again.
“Sophie, wanted to say, when Mariposa and that treat, Betty, walked in and gave you the eye, and you hugged me—eyeing the bitches right back—I was damn fucking proud of you. And I could see you getting pissed at the others, Tantie, Agehya, and Liz, not ‘cause they were insulting you. It was how they were talking to me, wasn’t it?”
