24. Lissie
Chapter 24
Lissie
“How long can a one-night stand actually last?”
I ’m having a one-night stand with the town’s bad boy.
I never thought that sentence would refer to me and Milo, but I’m really glad it does.
Milo Savage has been a torment for me for years. He’s filtered his way into my thoughts without permission. I’ve tried not to give it too much thought, but it’s hard when it comes to this man.
“Where did you go?”
I glance at Milo, those dark eyes staring back at me.
“I was thinking about you,” I confess.
“And?”
“Have you ever been in love, Milo?”
His brows raise at the question. “You want to talk about love while I’m about to fuck you?” He chuckles. “Maybe another day. I only have one night, right?” His last words are absolutely a question—he wants to know if he’ll truly only get one night with me.
“You know that’s how it has to be.”
“If you say so.” He doesn’t sound convinced as he slides on the cock ring and then moves toward me. Pushing my legs to either side, he situates himself on his knees between them. Leaning forward, he takes my nipple into his mouth. He tastes, his tongue swirling around the bud before he bites it ever so lightly. I go to thread my fingers through his hair, and he stops what he’s doing, lifts his head from my puckered nipple, and places a clamp on it. I peer down—the pressure is a lot, but it’s nice. I like it. How did I not know they would feel this good? When he applies the clamp on the other nipple, I breathe a heavy sigh of relief that they are both the same now.
He sits back on his heels and pushes my legs farther apart. His fingertips stroke up and down my stomach, teasing me as he gets closer and closer to where I need him. He can tell I want him to go lower because each time he does, I lift my hips to show him, and soft moans leave my mouth in anticipation of what’s about to come.
Us .
And the desperation is getting real now.
His feather-light touches continue their journey down my body until they’re on my pussy, where he strokes me back and forth before he slips a finger between my folds and smirks. “So wet. What a good girl you are.” And he slides a finger inside me. “Oh, what a very good girl you are.” He hums. “Your pussy wants more, doesn’t it?” I nod rapidly as my fingers tangle in the sheets by my hips. “Such a tight cunt.” He pulls his finger out and drops down, his mouth now the one doing the teasing. He kisses my pussy, then sticks his tongue out and slides it up and down. I groan, and he chuckles against me as he reaches up to tighten the clamps with one hand while his mouth blows hot air on me.
I’m getting impatient now.
I just need… him.
And all he wants to do is play. Not that I don’t appreciate the teasing, but it’s not what my body is screaming for. Maybe that’s his trick, though. To tease me until I break, and all my thoughts are of him and how fast he can fill me.
That’s his plan—I just know it.
“Milo.”
“Hmm?”
“You won’t win this game.” But I know it’s a lie as it slips from my lips. He chuckles as he moves up to my nipple, licking it again and breathing hot air over it as his devilish eyes lock on mine.
“I’ve been losing games with you for as long as I can remember, Pretty Lady. You just never realized I was playing.” He pulls back, and his gaze skates over me, taking me all in.
From my scars to my breasts to my bare pussy.
“Milo.”
“Hmm?” He touches my inner thigh, stroking it softly before sliding up farther to touch me between my legs.
“I don’t want to play games anymore. I want to be fucked.” His brows hitch up as his eyes dance with mischief, and his hot stare penetrates me. He raises off me and stands, and my body feels cold without him. I go to get up, but the look he gives me stops me in my place.
“Did I say you can move?” he asks, and I bite my lip. A knock sounds at the door, but both of us ignore it.
My gaze tracks him as he goes to the closet again, and before I can move, he’s back, with a smirk on his face and the heels he made me try on the other day dangling from his fingers. “Put them on.”
“I told you I already have heels.”
“And I told you… I would keep a pair here to fuck you in,” he explains.
“So confident that you would fuck me?” I chuckle, and he taps my leg. When I don’t move quickly enough for him, he grabs my foot and slides the black heel on it, then does the same on the other foot. Sinister eyes lock on me as if I am his prey.
“Get on all fours,” he growls, frustrated, before he sits down on the bed and studies me with those chocolate eyes.
One would think being naked in front of a man like him would be intimidating. But it makes me feel powerful, knowing someone like him wants me. I do as he says and turn around, pushing the pillow away as I get on all fours. “Turn,” he commands, and I obey.
“Stop.” I do, with my ass facing him, and I hear the bed creak as another knock comes from downstairs.
“Fucking hell,” he mutters before I feel heat at my entrance. His mouth is there, and his tongue slides in, making me jump. He chuckles and places a hand on my back to keep me from moving. His tongue finds spots down there I didn’t even know existed. Each lick and suck is like a whole new experience until he pulls away. And before I can process what’s happening, he slides into me so painfully slow that I try to push back on him. But he knows how greedy I am already and grips my hips with his strong hands, holding me in place.
“Lissie.” My name is called, and I know it’s Letti. I pause, but Milo couldn’t care less about the possible intrusion. He thrusts, and I have to remember not to scream.
Fuck .
It feels good.
He slides in and out, one hand reaching around me to find my clit. He plays with me as his cock pistons in and out, and it feels like heaven.
It isn’t long before my hands are forming fists, and my back is arching to try to slow the wave of pleasure that is about to hit me full force.
He keeps a perfect pace, fucking me as if he knows exactly what spots to hit and how to please me.
If I were a woman who fell in love because of a cock, I would be in love with this man in a heartbeat. Or so I keep telling myself.
When I come, he slaps my ass as he removes his fingers from my clit, then he takes hold of my hips and pushes in as deep as he can.
I groan, and my body starts to fall forward, but he catches me with his arm around my stomach, not once slowing his movements.
“Pretty Lady,” he growls. I push back on him, and he chuckles before I feel him come, too. He grunts, says my name, and slaps my ass again before he pulls out. And just before I can collapse, he manages to slide one of the pillows under me. I hear him take a few steps before the rustle of clothes hits my ears.
Another knock sounds louder this time, and he walks out of the room. I hear voices, so I kick the heels off before grabbing whatever clothes I can find and slipping them on. Then I go to see what Letti wants.
“I’ll bring her back after we sleep,” I hear Milo say.
“Sleep?” Letti’s voice echoes down the hall.
“Prez—” I hear Mason start.
“You are guests in my house, and she—”
“She what?” I interrupt, stopping at the top of the stairs.
All eyes fall on me.
“Get back in the bedroom,” Milo growls, looking up at me. He smacks Mason on the back of the head, making him turn his face away.
“Cody came around,” Letti says.
My brows scrunch together. “Just now?” I ask.
She bites her lip. “It was earlier. It’s why I wanted you to come to the clubhouse so badly.”
“You didn’t want to tell me?” I say in surprise. I had all my calls redirected to her phone in case my sister called since I didn’t have my phone.
“I wanted you to have fun, but Mason insisted I tell you.”
Mason nods his head.
“You need to divorce him,” Mason adds. “You’ll need a good lawyer.”
I feel sick at his words.
“Do you want to come home?” Letti asks. “I feel bad being here. I mean, you and Milo…” she trails off.
“What did Cody want?” I inquire tiredly.
“He asked to see you,” she whispers. “I lied…”
“I’ll come back with you. Let me get my things.”
I run back into the bedroom to collect my things without sparing Milo a glance. Not even a minute later, he’s there, holding my jacket in his hand, which I slip on. I take a moment to appreciate his body, as this is the only time I’ll see him this way. He’s all toned muscles, and ink trails down his chest to that perfect V where his jeans hang low.
“Goodbye, Pretty Lady,” he says, leaning against the wall.
My eyes find his chocolate ones, and I suck in a breath.
He is beautiful.
In every single way possible.
Cody was pretty, in that boy-next-door, eat-your-heart-out kind of way, but that changed. Milo is drop-your-panties-and-call-him-Daddy sexy. He gets better with age.
I go to speak, but words don’t come out, so I give him a soft smile before I step past him and out the door.
Letti stares at me but remains silent.
What is there to say? I was having the best sex of my life, and she and Mason came and ruined it.
But the truth is…
Reality was always waiting.