Can't Help

Chapter 96 - Can't help

Mike’s eyes flew wide the instant May’s lips touched his.

For a fraction of a second, he simply sat there, unable to process what was happening. He had expected her to say something, perhaps tease him a little more or let go of his cheeks with that small smile still on her face. He had not expected her to close the distance herself, much less kiss him.

His hands remained loosely wrapped around her wrists, and he stared at her in stunned silence, his mind struggling to catch up with the sudden turn of events.

Somewhere at the edge of his consciousness, the quest window flickered into view.

[Fuck May or Rem]

The words were brief, but their meaning was impossible to ignore.

For half a second, Mike's thoughts scattered in different directions. The quest was there, demanding his attention, turning a moment that should have belonged entirely to them into something tangled with the system's expectations.

But that wasn't what stopped him.

It was May.

The thought of what might happen if he allowed himself to go further suddenly weighed on him. He didn't want to damage what they already had. He didn't want to turn their closeness into something they couldn't take back, something that might leave them both regretting the decision once the moment had passed.

For that brief instant, he hesitated.

His body remained still, caught between the urge to respond and the fear of what responding might mean. He could have pulled away. He could have gently reminded her of the very boundary he had tried to establish only moments earlier.

Then he felt the soft press of her lips against his.

May was still there, close to him, her hands resting against his cheeks. There was no mistaking the warmth of her presence or the way she leaned into him, closing the small distance that remained between them.

And just like that, his hesitation began to crumble.

The careful arguments he had been making to himself moments ago lost their hold. He had spent so long trying to find the right thing to say, trying to convince himself that keeping his distance was the only way to protect what they had. Yet now that she had made the first move, all those carefully arranged thoughts seemed painfully inadequate.

He had wanted this.

That was the truth he could no longer hide from himself.

Mike's hands shifted instinctively as he leaned toward her, finally responding to the kiss instead of merely sitting there in stunned disbelief.

He couldn't hold back.

His hands locked around her waist tightly and he pulled her down with him. They tumbled onto the bed, May landing on top of him. Her palms slipped from his cheeks as they fell. The kiss broke. Soft, heavy breasts crushed against his chest, the thin nightgown doing nothing to hide the warm weight of them. Their bodies locked together, every curve of hers fitting against him like she had been made for it.

Mike rolled.

In one smooth motion, he came over her, pinning both of her wrists above her head with one hand. His other hand closed over the full right breast, squeezing hard through the sheer fabric.

“Ahh—” May’s moan spilled out, soft and surprised.

He kept kneading the heavy, soft flesh, feeling it overflow his palm. Her back arched, chest rising into his grip. Mike crushed his mouth back onto hers. The kiss was hungry this time—no hesitation, no restraint. His free hand slid down her side, under her, and filled itself with the thick curve of her ass again. Their lips fought hard for dominance, crushing and sliding against each other in a raw, hungry battle. He sucked her lower lip deep into his mouth, pulling it between his teeth with wet pressure; she answered by claiming his upper lip the same way, sucking it hard and dragging it between hers. Then they switched—her turn to suck his lower, his to take her upper—back and forth in the same fierce rhythm.

Tongues met in the middle of the open-mouthed kiss—hers pushing first, sliding hot and wet into his mouth; his answering immediately, thrusting forward to meet hers, twisting and stroking. The wet, filthy sounds of the kiss filled the quiet room—slick, messy, loud. Saliva mixed freely, coating their lips and tongues, dripping slightly at the corners of their mouths. Breathing turned ragged and heavy between the deep, messy strokes of tongue, each of them gasping through their noses as they kept licking and sucking deeper.

Mike freed her wrists. Both hands now gripped her ass, fingers sinking deep into the soft flesh, squeezing harder with every pass like he was trying to set a new record. May’s hands tangled in his hair, then slid down his back.

She finally tore her mouth away. Both of them were panting against each other’s faces, eyes locked.

All the earlier sadness was gone. Only heat remained.

“You will tear my ass, Mike,” May breathed, voice low and shaky. “Slow down a little.”

“I can’t help it,” he answered, still kneading. “I’m more of a boobs guy… but your ass is something else.”

A flush climbed her cheeks. Her hands drifted lower, over his hips, and gave his own ass a firm squeeze.

“Yours is something else as well.”

Then she rolled him.

May ended up straddling his waist, the soft weight of her ass settling directly over the hard line of his cock. She leaned down, pressed a slow open-mouthed kiss to the side of his neck, then straightened. Her fingers caught the hem of his shirt. Mike lifted his arms, and the fabric came off and hit the floor.

She shifted back, hooked her fingers into his waistband, and dragged everything down in one pull. His cock sprang free—thick, flushed, and already leaking—straightening the moment the clothes were gone.

May wrapped her fingers around the shaft, gave it one firm stroke from base to tip, then lowered her head and took him into her mouth.

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