The Hacker

"I don't want you to see Jordan again," (29)

Brynne was exhausted by the time she got home. After having lunch with Jordan, she went back to her fathers office and continued to search what she could on him. Either Jordan was a low-key guy or he didn't exist at all. She had tried to search for his name through the enrollment list at Boston University but she didn't see his picture.

If he had lied to her... then why? It didn't make sense to her why he would lie.

All of that didn't matter now, she thought as she walked towards Micah's study. He was supposed to be home now and under house arrest. Softly knocking on his door, she pushed it open and peeped inside. Micah was sitting in his chair and staring out into space.

"Room for one more?" She asked him from the door way.

"Always," he said after snapping out of his trance.

Brynne smiled at him before sitting on his lap. Throwing her arms around his neck, she took the initiative and kissed him. It took Micah no time at all to kiss her back while his hands settled on her hips.

She broke the kiss just long enough to pull her dress up and straddle him. Once her lips met his again, Micah made sure that she wouldn't move again by anchoring his hand in her hair. His fevered kisses made Brynne want to moan aloud. Her hands fumbled between them as she tried to undo his pants and zipper.

Too much sex with Micah was still not enough sex. She wanted all of him... forever. Always.

The second she set him free from his pants, Micah broke the kiss and went for her neck; sucking on one spot. Brynne could barely think while moving her underwear aside to rub herself on him.

"Micah," she whispered as he sucked on another spot.

This time, he grabbed himself and lined up by her entrance. He pulled her down onto him while biting her neck at the same time. Brynne's loud groan was enough for him to start bouncing her up and down while lifting himself up to thrust.

"Fuck," she cried out and balanced herself by putting her hands on his shoulders.

"Say my name, Brynne," he grabbed a handful of her ass.

"Micah!" She threw her head back.

"Again," he slapped her ass this time.

"Micah, Micah, Micah!"

He stopped thrusting to pull her lips down to his. Brynne started to roll her hips as they kissed and it was driving him insane. In one move, he stood and bent her over his desk. She felt him enter her again; pushing her forward on the table. He intertwined his fingers with hers to hold her in place while he added more power to his thrusts.

"Oh god," she moaned into the desk. This side of Micah during sex was rare to her. Sure, he definitely knew his way around the bedroom but there were also times where he'd completely surprise her.

This was one of those times.

She held on to the table as it shook with every thrust of her body. This was it. She was going to reach her climax any second now—

Her moans echoed throughout the room along with the sound of the table jerking. Suddenly, the sound of slap came right after and her right ass cheek burned. Micah held on to her hips as he swiftly chased his release.

"Talk to me, Brynne. Tell me what you want," he threw his head back.

"I want you to come inside me. Give me all of it," she bit her lip to endure his powerful thrusts as his climax wasn't far away.

His deep moan came right after while he emptied himself inside her. He pulled out of her, turned her around and then laid on top of her while their heartbeats tried to synchronize.