23. Lissie
Chapter 23
Lissie
“Is it a one-night stand?”
S ex . Is that what I expect from Milo? Absolutely.
But I assumed we would have it in his room at the clubhouse. Instead, he drives through town and farther out. I don’t ask him where he’s taking me because I know I’m safe with him. And although some would probably think me deranged for going away with a ruthless killer, I don’t care. Everyone knows he’s as ruthless as he looks, and if he wanted me dead, I would have been by now.
Nerves start to hit me when he turns down a gravel driveway and slows his bike. With only a few lights on up ahead to guide us, he drives up to a large white fence, hops off the bike, and pushes the gate open. What’s on the other side of it is what looks like a massive country home. It’s a two- possibly three-story white barn-style house with a blue roof. Lush green landscaping and a few garden beds cover the grounds around the house. He maneuvers down the white gravel and comes to a stop out front. The porch light shines on us as he turns off his bike. I climb off and remove my helmet, and when I turn to him, he’s standing next to me and studying my reaction.
“Where are we?” I ask.
He glances at the house and back to me. “My house,” he states.
I’m in awe. Really, I am. This place is a dream from the outside—well-maintained and doesn’t look like it’s owned by a bad-ass biker.
“Since when?”
“I started building it when I was seventeen. I found the land, and my father bought it for me. It took me over five years.” He grabs my hand and pulls me in the direction of the house, and I go with him willingly. He puts his thumb on a scanner next to the door, and it unlocks, letting us in.
“So if I just cut off your thumb, I’d have access as well?” I joke.
He stops inside, pushes a few buttons, then reaches for my hand again and presses my finger on the pad for a few moments. When the scan is done, he drops my hand.
“Now you can enter whenever you please.”
“What if I rob you?”
“Rob me blind, Pretty Lady. It would only give me an excuse to track you down.”
I turn away from him—his words making my girl parts flutter—and take in the interior of the house. Wooden floors stretch from wall to wall, their rich grain adding warmth to the space. The living room features brown leather couches adorned with colorful throw cushions. The space opens to a kitchen, which is also decorated in warm brown tones. Accent rugs provide a pop of color to break up the brown color palette.
Upstairs, an elegant iron railing encircles the open landing, giving a sense of openness. Strategically placed lights shine and cast a soft glow that highlights every corner.
“This place is beautiful,” I say, wandering farther in and not thinking too much about the fact that he just gave me full permission to come and go as I please. “Is it just you who lives here?”
“Yes, I prefer it that way.”
“But you stay a lot at the clubhouse?”
“Yes. But if I had a choice, it would be here.”
“How can you afford this?” This place has to be worth a lot, with its high-end finishes, spacious layout, and attention to detail. The quality craftsmanship shines through in every room.
“I can afford a lot of things,” he muses, kicking off his boots. “You’ll spend the night. As you said, though, only one night.”
“One-night stand usually means the other leaves after it’s done.”
“You have a lot of one-night stands?” he asks, anger in his tone.
“No, I never really thought about it.”
“You will stay the whole night. And in the morning, I’ll take you back. Until then, get naked.”
I gape at him. “You get naked,” I bite back.
He shrugs as if it’s nothing and instantly starts pulling off his vest, placing it on the back of the couch next to where I’m standing, then reaches for his shirt. Crossing his hands at the hem, he pulls it over his head and off. If eyes could drool, mine would be right now.
Toned.
Muscular.
Tattooed.
His tattoos don’t form any sort of pattern. They look randomly placed as if on a canvas where the artist has gone mad. But it works.
Milo unbuckles his belt and tugs it through the loops, then drops it to the floor. He unbuttons his jeans without looking up or even caring that I’m ogling him. I stare as he pulls them down, leaving him in only boxers. Then, without a second thought, he removes those as well.
Standing before me is a man.
And I mean… a man .
Cock hard and long, a neatly shaved patch of hair surrounding the base, as if he keeps himself manicured, though he doesn’t give the impression that he does. Would I have thought of his cock as manicured before? Probably not, but now I know with absolute certainty I will.
“Elizabeth.” My eyes jump from his cock to meet his heated gaze. “You have drool… here.” He taps the corner of his lips. “Now, strip.”
I suck in a breath, then remind him, “I have scars.”
“I couldn’t care less. Remove it all.”
I take a deep breath before I do as he says. I mean, he is naked, too, after all. Reaching for the hem of my black silk dress, I slip it off easily. His eyes trace my body, and I pause to watch him. His gaze roams over my red lace bra and then drops to my stomach, and I resist the urge to cover it. I have small scars from falls I don’t remember and burns from being too fucked-up.
“Matching lingerie. Were you planning on fucking someone tonight?”
“My underwear always matches,” I inform him. He says something under his breath as I reach behind me and unclip my bra. As it slips down my arms, he steps forward and takes it from my hand, leaving me standing in front of him in only my red lace panties.
This is so weird. I’ve been with one man, and never did he look at me the way Milo is staring at me right now—as if he’s ready to devour me, and I am more than happy to let him. If only to see what it would be like to have someone want you that badly.
“We need to be careful we don’t hurt you,” he says, keeping my bra in his grasp, then circles his arms around me, lifting me up so my legs wrap around his waist, then takes me to the stairs and up them as if I weigh nothing. We come to another large, open area, but this one has a huge fireplace with a bed in front of it. There are big bay windows with gorgeous blue curtains. His bedding is brown with white sheets.
He gently lays me down on the soft mattress, and I realize he also brought my clothes up with him, which are now on the floor dropped at his feet.
“Elizabeth.”
“Hmm?” I hum as he pulls away. Milo leans over to a bedside table and grabs a condom, and I put my hand up to stop him.
“You can put it on,” he says.
“I want you to crawl to me,” I state. Moving to the end of the bed, I open my legs and lean forward, my breasts swaying gently.
“Shouldn’t I be saying that?” he asks.
“If you want to play, you play, but I want to be in charge.” I smirk, feeling more wanted and desired than ever before. I’ve never been with someone like Milo. Someone who holds so much power out of the bedroom that I want to see how far he’ll allow me to go. I want to test it, and as I watch him drop to his knees, I grin.
I wonder what else I can get him to do. Now, that is an interesting thought.
“I would make you crawl, but we can’t scare you… yet.” He moves toward me. He doesn’t crawl, though. He prowls like a deadly assassin, closing in on their kill.
And I am that kill.
When he reaches me, he shuffles between my legs and goes to crawl on top of me, but I stop him with a finger to his mouth. He licks my finger, and I smile.
“Where do you think you’re going?” I ask. “Lie on your back and pass me the condom.” He does so without argument, stretching out on the bed. I stand and hook my fingers into my panties, sliding them off and leaving them at my feet. Then I move over to him and place a foot on either side of him. His hands go behind his head, and he watches me with amusement.
“I’m resisting the urge,” he says.
“What urge?”
“To throw you around like a rag doll, Pretty Lady. But because I want you to know this night is all about you, I won’t.”
“You’re talking like I don’t always have full control, Mr. Savage.” I wink and lower myself to his thighs, just behind his cock. It twitches as I settle in. Ripping the condom wrapper, I open it and study his cock.
“It sure is a pretty cock.” I smile, and just as he thinks I’m about to slide the condom on him, I grip his cock, lower my head, and wrap my lips over the tip. He pulls his hands from behind his head, and I instantly stop. Wiping my mouth, I grin at him. “Put your hands back where they were,” I tell him, and he does so with eager eyes.
When Cody and I used to sleep together, I would try to take control, and he hated it and told me that’s not a woman’s job. Our sex life was dull and boring.
Leaning forward, I kiss the tip, my tongue swirling around the head before I take him all in my mouth. With my hand that’s not holding the condom, I stroke the shaft up and down, and his hips move with each stroke.
“As much as I love this, stop.” I do as he says and pull back. Sliding the condom onto his hard cock, I shuffle my hips forward until I’m basically riding him without him being inside me.
“Can I move my hands now?” he asks. I lean forward, making sure my clit is rubbing against him, and start moving. I’ve found by using a vibrator that my favorite way to be stimulated is from the outside, with plenty of pressure. I never once came with Cody—it was all about him. I had to learn on my own what I like and how to make myself come.
And that’s what I did.
I touch my lips to his as I circle my hips. Milo moves his hands and threads them through my hair, pulling it free from its bun so it falls in my face, but that doesn’t stop our kiss.
I’m not sure anything would stop us at this point. He thrusts up to meet me as I grind on him, and then he slides a hand between us and slips himself inside me. I gasp into his mouth, but he holds me to him, gripping my ass and sliding me up and down.
So I can feel every movement.
Every. Single. One.
The pressure on my clit, the fullness, and something inside make me feel like I just need to keep moving my hips. He gets it and takes full control, all the while not breaking our kiss.
He has skills.
And he knows exactly what he’s doing, and he’s doing it well.
My hands tangle in his hair, and he’s careful not to hurt me, his touch and his movements tender, but I know he’s holding back.
I wonder what it would be like to fuck him with no obstacles because what he is doing right now is so simple, yet it’s the most pleasure I have ever felt.
I can’t think like that, though.
One night, and that’s it.
Gripping his hair, I feel myself starting to come.
“Don’t you fucking dare!” He stops thrusting, his hands on my ass, halting my movements. I try to fight against him, but all he does is smirk. “I let you have your playtime, Pretty Lady. Now it’s my turn.” He sits up carefully, still inside me, but as I go to lift off him, he shakes his head. I listen, not really sure why, as he flips us so he’s on top. He pulls out, but as he does, he mutters a swear word.
“What’s wrong?” I ask, going to cover up, but he moves my hand away.
“Where did you go just then, in your head?” he asks. Standing, he walks to the closet and gets something, and then he stops at the bed to grab two pillows before returning to me.
When I don’t answer, his eyes lock on me. “Elizabeth. Where did you just go in your head?” I say nothing. “Never cover up around me.” His voice drops to a low growl, and he leans down, his cock still hard.
He lifts my head gently and places a pillow under it. “You’ll tell me if I get too rough?” he asks, his hand caressing down my neck, fingers dragging between my breasts before they stop on my stomach. “Lift.” I’m confused at first until he taps my hips. “Lift.” I do, and he slides the other pillow under my lower back and buttocks. “Are you okay?” Milo questions before he reaches for whatever he brought from the closet.
“It’s all new, never been used,” he assures me as he pulls out a cock ring. I’ve seen them but never used one. Then he opens the second box. Two little clamps sit inside. I scrunch my brows before he smiles. “For you.”
“Will it hurt?” I ask.
“Only in the best possible way.”
And I believe him.