Chapter 31
MONTE CARLO, MONACO
“ W e meet again. ” Indy’s smoky voice filled the air, her silhouette catching his attention as she stepped onto the rooftop.
Miles looked away from the colourful sky to stare at Indy as she walked towards where he was lounging in the hot tub, all unwavering confidence and jaw-dropping demeanour, smiling like a queen. She was wearing that black swimsuit she’d once worn in the sauna at the beginning of the season, and he felt his mouth go dry.
Not only was she sexy, but her burning confidence was one of his favourite things about her. The way she salaciously looked at him. The way she knew she could have him on his knees if she asked.
“You should take a pic,” she pointed out. “It’ll last longer.”
“I have plenty in my secret folder, but I’m not opposed to adding some more.”
“That’s what I thought.”
Passing wet fingers through his hair, he chuckled. If there was something that he really liked about his relationship—or whatever it was—with Indy, it was how much she loved giving him shit.
“What’s up, Golden Boy?” She got into the tub across from him, her toes poking at his shin. “Nervous about the weekend?”
Well, it was only Wednesday, but the race weekend always started on Thursday. The Monaco Grand Prix was one of his favourites because of the tricky track, the sinuous and tight corners, and how challenging the seventy-eight laps were. “A bit, yeah. How are you feeling about it?”
Her smile widened. “I’m excited. I get to attend the press conferences this time, and it’s great to be doing something different even though I enjoy conducting the interviews in the media pen, too.”
He loved her excitement. Her blatant love for her job and the sport. “When is it that you’re interviewing me after I win a race?” There was always a journalist who interviewed the top three drivers after each Grand Prix before the podium, and secretly, Miles was waiting for Indy to be that person because she deserved it.
“Perhaps the day you don’t win.”
Miles barked out a laugh at her mocking tone. “Don’t challenge me.”
“You don’t know me well enough. I love challenging you.”
He draped his arms along the edge of the hot tub. “Oh, baby, I know. But I would really love to see you out there.”
She nodded with determination. “It would be another dream come true. One day I’ll stand there. When I’ve earned it.”
Miles couldn’t help but smile at her. Indy had already come so far, had progressed well, and had proved to everyone that she was meant for this job.
“You’re powerful. You’ll earn this quicker than you think.”
“Powerful?” Indy repeated in a whisper, blinking. “No one’s ever said that to me.”
“Well, I mean it.”
She threw her head back. “ Ugh . I hate it when you say things like that to me.”
“Why?” He laughed just because she was so full of shit.
“Makes me want to jump on you.”
He jerked his chin at her. “Do it.”
The fading sunlight softly shone upon her skin, casting the outline of a golden halo atop her head. Full lips tilted upwards into a knowing smirk. Sapphire eyes gleaming with longing.
“What are you thinking of?” she asked.
“That your lips would look really good wrapped around my cock right now.”
“Wow,” she droned, her brows flicking upwards. “You can go from sweet to dirty in ten seconds. Impressive.”
“I can also make you come in less than a minute.”
Heat flared in her gaze, and Miles could already feel himself hardening inside his swimming shorts.
“Doubtful.” What a liar.
He pushed himself off the edge, inching towards her. “I know I can.”
She met him in the middle, her fingers tracing his pectorals. “Well, then. Show me what you can do.”
He didn’t waste a beat. Pulling her in by her waist, he slanted his mouth onto hers, his tongue sliding into her mouth as she moaned softly. He swallowed her gasp, her breath, like they all belonged to him. Her fingers tangled through the wet hair on his nape, pulling and tugging, causing him to groan.
Miles’ hands descended to the ass he loved so much, kneading at the flesh as he pressed his hips into hers, letting her know how turned on he already was. Indy pulled herself up, wrapping her legs around his hips, and their kiss turned more fervent. Needy. Hurried.
Miles sat her down on the edge of the tub, keeping her legs locked around his waist. His hands found her breasts, and he smirked at the feeling of her hardened nipples scraping against his palms.
“Someone’s greedy,” he mocked between kisses when she started whimpering.
Her hips bucked upwards into the air, indicating that she needed him to touch her.He released a small grunt, one of his palms descending to her ass, pulling her covered core right on his erection. The friction caused her to moan, and she started grinding against him. Miles rutted into her, rolling his hips and meeting her in the middle.
“Huxley,” she gasped when his lips wrapped around her pulse point.
“You’re going to come just by dry-humping my cock, aren’t you?”
Indy’s expression full of bliss was almost his undoing. He bucked his hips once again, and when she cried out, he knew he’d hit her clit—the spot where she just needed him to stay.
Miles let go of her and lowered himself on the bench, caressing her thighs as he pushed them apart, guiding her feet to rest on the edge. His jaw tightened at the sight of the swimsuit barely covering her.
“What if someone sees?” she asked, pushing his hair away from his brows.
He pulled the flimsy fabric to the side. “I don’t care. Let them see how I make you come so hard. How you only come for me.”
“But—”
“If you want me to stop, tell me and we’ll go inside. If you give me the signal to keep going, I’m going to eat out your sweet cunt.”
Her chest was heaving, pebbled nipples straining against the thin fabric of her swimming suit. She nodded, and that was all he needed to pepper soft kisses on the inside of her thigh.
The thrill of potentially being seen made him even harder, and he adjusted himself before looking to where Indy was spread out like a feast before him.
“Already soaked.” He held the swimsuit aside, then spat on her core. It made her moan, and he raised his brows in warning. “I want you to count out loud.”
“What?”
“Count until sixty,” he ordered, his thumb finding her clit. She bucked into his touch. “You won’t even make it.”
“So confident,” she purred. When his hand trailed up her abdomen to grab a breast, she started counting. “One.”
And that was Miles’ cue to latch his lips around her clit, humming.
“Two.” She sighed in pleasure.
He licked a flat stripe from her entrance to her clit, flicking at the bud before devouring her with abandon.
Indy grabbed his head, keeping him in place as she moved her hips against his mouth. She was already ten seconds in, her eyes rolling back when the languid strokes of his tongue spread her arousal around.
God, Miles could feast on her every hour of the day. She was sweet, responsive to every flick of his tongue.He looked up at her, mesmerised by the pleasure shattering her expression and the lust darkening her irises.
“Oh, fuck,” she whispered. “Sev—seventeen.”
He groaned against her, sucking her clit. He felt her legs tremble and knew she was already close. Years of sneaking around, years of studying her body’s reactions and the way it responded to his touch, years of listening to her breathy moans like they were music—he’d studied his woman like she was his favourite work of art. Pinching a nipple between his thumb and forefinger, he played with the taut bud until she started shaking.
“Twenty—fuck, Huxley—twenty-eight.”
He hummed to encourage her, then kept his tongue flat out against her folds—a thing she loved and made her writhe. Her hips rolled in a frantic rhythm, the sound of his saliva mixed with her arousal filling his ears.
Indy’s back arched, her brows pinching together. She crashed her palm to her mouth as her orgasm rippled through her veins, causing her entire body to shudder. She tried closing her legs around his head, but he refused, continuing to lap at her clit until she rode down from her high.
“How many seconds was that, Daisy?”
“Thirty-six.” Her chest was rising and falling, her wide eyes full of lust. “Fuck you.”
He grinned. “I’d like that. So, what was it that you said about me making you come in less than a minute? Doubtful?”
“Fine,” she huffed, pulling him up by the back of the neck. “You win.”
Their lips collided, and she hummed at the taste of herself on his tongue.
His cock was throbbing inside his shorts, and as if she’d read his mind, her small hand rubbed its length through the piece of clothing.
“Wait.” As much as he loved the thrill of being caught and watched, he still wanted to keep Indy safe. He got out of the tub, helping her out by carrying her. With her legs wrapped around his waist, she kissed him again, and Miles lost his mind. He didn’t even know where he was headed to. Sitting down on the lounge chair hidden behind a large sunshade, he kept Indy on his lap.
Their kiss didn’t break, his hands sliding to cup her ass as she started grinding on him.
“Fuck, Indy,” he said with a grunt. “You’re the sexiest woman alive. I swear.”
As she dotted light kisses on his jaw and neck, he whimpered. He was guiding her hips as her hands trailed down his chest before reaching the hem of his swimming trunks.
She pulled them down his thighs, just enough to let his shaft spring free. “I want you to fuck me.”
He pulled her swimsuit to the side again, collecting her arousal on the tip of two fingers before spreading it around her clit. “I’m going to.”
Just the way he liked it, she pumped his erection from base to head, hard. She lifted herself on her knees, bringing the tip to her entrance before stilling and looking into his eyes.
“The condoms are inside,” he said, caressing her ribs.
“We don’t need them.”
He loved how she felt in his hands. Everything about her. “You’re on birth control?”
“Yes. Are you?—”
“I’m clean,” he murmured. Truth was, he hadn’t been with anyone since that first time with Indy. She had ruined him for anyone else, and she was the only one he wanted. When he’d sought her out in the past, it was because he was consumed by her—needed to feel her, be with her—but he simply didn’t know how to be more than an occasional fuck buddy.
Perhaps he’d needed time to grow, to change and find himself.
Perhaps she, too, needed some time to recenter herself.
And now, they were both ready to cross the line.
“I was going to ask if you were sure,” she said with equal softness.
He cupped the back of her head, pulling her in for a soft, lingering kiss. “Yes, I’m sure. You?”
“Obviously.”
He chuckled. “Right, you’re dripping all over my fingers.”
She glided over the head, spreading her wetness around, and he threw his head back. Repeating the movement, Miles looked at where they were connected, at his veiny cock hitting her clit. When she lowered herself, she held in her breath, her lips parting as she found his gaze.
“ Fuuuck . Yes, Indy,” he said hoarsely.
She sank down inch by inch, causing a moan to slip free. She felt absolutely divine—tight, wet, perfectly made for him. He whimpered again, and she leaned forward to kiss his jaw.
He’d never had Indy without any barrier. Never had anyone bare at all. And feeling her wrapped around him like they’d been made for one another was his undoing.
“Quiet, Golden Boy.”
Chuckling dryly, he rolled his tongue over the inside of his cheek.“Relax, baby,” he murmured when she halted to take a breath. “You’re halfway down.”
When he was buried to the hilt, he closed his eyes and tried to think of something that wouldn’t make him blow in seconds.The intro to a prelude. The buttons adorning his steering wheel of his F1 car he’d come to perfectly memorise. A pastry he wanted to try out.
“Shit, you feel amazing.” He brought his thumb to her clit to help her ease the uncomfortable feeling. “Move when you’re ready.”
She started rolling her hips, her nails digging into his shoulders. “Yes,” she hissed.
He tore the straps of her swimsuit down her arms, pulling the fabric to her midriff and exposing perfect, perky breasts.He took a nipple between his lips, giving equal attention to the other by rolling it between his fingers.
Once Indy was adjusted to his size, she picked up her rhythm, switching between rolling forward and backward and bouncing. Miles wrapped an arm around her back, pulling her flush against his chest as he kissed her.
“Yes,” she cried out between kisses.
“Ride my cock like you own it. You look so pretty sitting on it.”
“Oh, god,” she moaned when he pushed his hips into hers, frantic, needy, unapologetic.
“Just Huxley is fine.” A jolt of pleasure crashed through him. “Feels good? I can already feel you clenching around me.”
She threw her head back, her golden hair falling down her shoulders. “Yes.”
He laid back in the chair, looking at her bouncing breasts when she lifted herself up and down. He reached out, unable to keep his hands off of her, to play with her piercings as she found a rhythm that made both of them pant heavily.
She was chanting his name as quietly as she could, soft moans escaping her mouth as she bounced on him.
“Fuck, Indy,” he groaned. He was struggling to keep sounds of pleasure from drifting in the open air. “Look at me.”
Blue eyes connected with his, and he felt his breath catch. With his hands gripping her waist, he lifted his hips to piston into her.
“Say how powerful you are.”
She was breathless, the sun illuminating the sheen of sweat coating her tanned skin. “I’m powerful.”
“Good. Again.”
Her nails scraped his skin above his heart, her lips parting when his fingers came to circle her clit. “My name’s Indigo Bailey and—fuck—right there. I am powerful.”
“Good girl.”
His cock twitched, and he knew he was about to unravel. He needed her to come with him. Needed to feel her walls tighten. Her legs shake around him. Her breaths stagger as she held her moans in.
“Whose cock makes you feel like this?”
“Yours,” she gasped.
“That’s right. You’re mine.”
She was now bouncing, biting her lower lip. He continued playing with her nipples and the barbells across them, grunting when she leaned forward just enough so that her clit hit his pelvis.
“Yours,” she agreed, breathless.
He brought his pointer finger to her lips. “Suck.”
Sucking on the digit, she swirled her tongue around it, keeping her wild gaze locked onto his.
He smirked then brought the soaked finger to her ass, grazing at the entrance to enhance her pleasure. She held a moan in, and he continued to rub. Her hands grabbed her breasts, pushing them together, before descending down her stomach to touch her clit. Miles groaned. No one could compare to this woman. No one could make him feel like he needed to combust in a matter of seconds.
“You wanna come, Indy?”
She nodded, clenching around him.
He smirked at her desperation. “Work for it, baby.”
When her pace picked up, he knew she was close. He held tightly on to her hips, helping her up and down as he tried to meet her in the middle. Her fingers stroked her clit, and her breath hitched.
Forcefully grabbing a breast, her throaty moan music to his ears, he pushed on his heels, rutting into her as she bounced back. Chasing her high, her movements became frantic, and fuck if she wasn’t the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. “That’s it,” he rasped. “Take what you want.”
She called out his name like a worship. A reverence. A prayer she kept on repeating as she convulsed.
Indy fell forward, her walls squeezing him tight as she came with a loud moan. His abdomen and balls tightened, then he spilled into her with such force that he trembled, his vision fading to white.
“Holy fuck,” he moaned, holding her in place to release deep inside her, his thrusts sloppy and languid.
His forehead fell into her chest as he chuckled, trying to catch his breath. Her hands passed through his hair, coaxing him as she kissed his forehead.
“I missed you,” he whispered, leaving a trail of featherlight kisses on her damp chest.
The haze of lust slowly vanished from her eyes, making way for a tenderness he came to cherish. “I missed you too. So much.”
He kissed her softly, listening to the loud thumping of his heart, feeling the bliss seep through his veins. She pushed herself up on trembling knees, and he pulled out. Then, his fingers gathered their mixed release, pushing it back into her with two fingers.
He thrusted a couple of times, smirking when she watched him with wide eyes. “You’ve got a fucking breeding kink?!”
“Only with you.”
Her laugh was melodious. “I can work with that.”
Their lips met again, needy and desperate and full of unreleased passion. He was impressed by the rapidity of his hardening cock nudging the inside of her smooth thigh. “I could fuck you all night long.”
“Please do.”
“You need to walk around the paddock tomorrow, baby.”
She hummed, pushing her breasts into his chest. “I’ll be able to.”
He chuckled, keeping her legs wrapped around him as he stood up. “Not with the way I’m about to fuck you senseless again.”
Her brows rose in defiance. “Let’s see if you’re a man of your word.”
“Doubting me again? Don’t forget that you asked for it.”
And as they went inside and he threw Indy on the sofa, he realised that she was the reason for his undoing. There had been a time where the thought of being ruined by her terrified him, but he realised there was no one else he’d rather have. In this lifetime and the other ones.