Chapter 23 Saoirse Friday 17 December
It’s a race to get him naked.
I pull myself upright, loosen that beautiful tie, and slip it over his head. Unfasten buttons. I get the shirt down his arms, but it’s stuck at the wrists.
‘Shit. I’ve got cufflinks on.’ He tugs ineffectually, but I scramble around and pop them out of his cuffs.
The shirt is off.
Yes.
He jumps off the bed and undoes his trousers, kicking them off impatiently. His tight, stretchy black boxers sport an enormous tent. I scurry to the end of the bed on my knees and plop myself down to sitting, my legs dangling over the edge of the bed.
‘Come here.’
I put my hands on his waist and pull him to me.
The skin of his torso is so soft. His happy trail is light brown and even more enticing close up.
I kiss his belly button before gently pulling the waistband of his boxers away from his body and easing them down over his huge erection. He winces and groans as I do so.
‘Oh God, Miles. You’re so gorgeous.’
I take him in one hand, weighing his balls in the other. They’re so, so tight.
I can relate.
I look up at him, at this glorious sight right in front of me: Miles, naked (finally), a vision of golden skin and hard muscle, and best of all, a look on his face that’s desire and uncertainty and tension all rolled into one.
He may have thought he was in control of this situation, but the tables have turned.
Keeping my eyes on him, I give his crown a little flick of my tongue. He’s so wet for me.
He flinches and sighs harshly.
‘Don’t, Saoirse. I can’t… it’s too… God, that’s good.’
His whole body is trembling. This is amazing. He’s amazing. It’s clear he’s pretty close, but I can’t resist a proper taste. I take him in my mouth, slowly inching up his length, and run one hand around to grope his gorgeous ass and bring him even closer while my other hand explores his tight sac.
His trembling intensifies. I drag my mouth back and roll my tongue around his tip, tensing it and licking up his slit before taking him back in my mouth.
His hands claw through my hair as I suck him. I run my hand down over that perfect ass and over his thigh, pressing my fingers into hair and hard muscle. He’s heaven.
‘Baby.’ He lets out a strangled sound and jerks away from me. I look up at him.
‘It’s too good; you’re too good. Jesus, look at you.
’ His hand twists in my hair; he runs a thumb over my bottom lip.
‘I’ve spent far too much time wondering what that mouth of yours would feel like around my cock, but I’m going to disgrace myself in a sec if you keep going.
Can I come inside you? I need to feel you. ’
I nod. ‘Yes.’ Yes. I kiss his stomach and let him go.
He rummages in the bedside table and holds up a foil package.
‘I’ll deal with this. Even having you put on a condom is going to be too much for me to handle.’
He throws himself down on the bed, and I bite my lip as I enjoy the extremely gratifying sight of Miles on his back, rolling a condom over his impressive length. I crawl over to him.
I need that inside me.
Now.
‘Can I go on top?’
He barks out a laugh. ‘Is that a trick question? Of course you can; then I get to see all of you.’
He crosses his hands behind his head. He’s such a sight for sore eyes, stretched out on his bed.
I throw a leg over and lower myself down onto him.
Tentatively, because he’s huge, and it’s been a while.
Understatement. But thanks to his handiwork, I’m wet enough to accommodate him easily enough, and I draw him in, inch by inch.
God, this sensation of being filled up.
I can’t believe I’ve left it so long. There is nothing like it, nothing at all. And now I have my reward, and what a reward. Miles, naked and hard and so bloody gorgeous.
Inside me.
While I’m wriggling down onto him, I keep my eyes on his. His beautiful face is a picture of lust and torment. His mouth is open, his jaw tense, his eyes moving over me as if he can’t believe what he’s seeing.
His hips leave the bed to meet me as I take the last of him inside me, and we begin to move together.
I lean forward, my hair brushing his chest, and he groans.
My tongue moves deep in his mouth. His response is hungry, fevered.
His hands move over the nape of my neck, pulling me towards him, before he releases me and I sit back up.
‘You are so beautiful,’ he groans as he moves under me.
He grabs a pillow from next to him and stuffs it behind his head before reaching forward to grab my ass as I grind down onto him.
His fingers trail up my stomach and caress my boob, pinching at my nipple, and despite my very definitive orgasm just now, the combination of those fingers and the intensity of his moving inside me sends waves of heat through my body.
My skin is flickering with a light sweat.
I increase my pace.
He gasps and takes hold of my hips, flipping me onto my back and bearing down on me.
‘You okay?’ His eyes are unfocused as he strokes my boobs and stomach, his hips rolling in a steady rhythm that makes it hard to catch my breath.
‘Yeah.’ I gasp it out. ‘Harder.’
He rewards me with a full-on dimple display. ‘Jesus, Saoirse. Anything. Anything.’
He braces himself on one arm as he drapes my knees over his shoulders. ‘Okay?’
I nod. More than okay.
‘I’m close,’ he tells me. ‘I’m so close.’
He lowers himself onto his elbows and kisses me, his magic tongue matching his thrusts, his balls slapping against my flesh, harder, just like I asked for, and I writhe beneath him as he fills me up at both ends, consuming me.
And then he moves his head to my neck, and lets out a long, low growl, and empties himself out. I hold him as he shudders, and then he’s kissing my mouth and my neck and my shoulder and my forehead and telling me how amazing I am, how tight, and how beautiful.
I wrap my legs around him and marvel that I’ve been allowed to see this man come undone.
That I’m the reason for his undoing.
I wouldn’t have had Miles Montague down as a big post-coital cuddler, but he is. With me, anyway. His legs and arms wrap around me as we catch our breath, my face buried in his chest and his chin resting on my hair. I breathe him in. Can I live here?
‘You’ve broken me.’ His fingertips trace a featherlight line down my spine.
I giggle.
‘What?’ he asks.
‘I’ve just had sex with my boss. I’m lying naked with my boss.’
‘Bit late for regrets.’ He pulls away from me and peers down. ‘You okay?’
‘I’m very okay. And when my boss is as much of a ride as you, there are no regrets. It’s just a bit weird, that’s all.’
‘A ride? Does that mean what I think it means?’
Eek. ‘Um. It’s an Irish expression. It means you’re very sexy.’
‘Why, thank you.’ He pulls me back in against his chest, and I inhale the scent of him. ‘A ride,’ he mutters.
‘Can I ask you a question? Or a favour?’ His chest muffles my voice.
‘If you’re choosing now to ask me for a raise, that would be inappropriate, don’t you think?’
‘Ha ha. I was going to ask you if you’re planning on being weird with me in the morning. Please don’t be weird with me. I’ll die of embarrassment.’
‘What constitutes weird?’
‘Well, like, all stiff. And, you know. Socially awkward. Like you are most mornings, basically.’
He guffaws into my hair and wraps his top leg more tightly around my ass. I can feel him stirring again.
‘I’m pretty much guaranteed to be stiff with you around. But I promise you, I will be socially comfortable. Lubricated, even. Does that reassure you?’
‘Yeah.’ I nod and cling to him. He’s so warm. His skin is like velvet.
‘Saoirse. You know I would never make you feel uncomfortable. You’re in my hotel suite, for God’s sake.
I seduced my employee and then you ask if I’ll give you the cold shoulder in the morning?
Even I’m not that much of an arsehole. And as for most mornings: most mornings, I’m trying desperately to talk my hard-on down under the breakfast table, so that’s why I give you short shrift. ’
I laugh. He’s sweet. He’s taken down his walls for me, and he’s seriously sweet. This warm, fuzzy Miles I can definitely handle.
‘Seriously.’ He kisses the top of my head.
‘You will find me fucking delighted to see you in the morning. Unfortunately, I’m going to have to take you to the spare room shortly.
Desperate as I am to wake up with this body curled up against my cock, I’m even more desperate not to fuck my poor little daughter up.
I can’t take the chance of her finding us in bed together. ’
‘No, of course.’ I sit up. ‘Of course, that would be awful. I’ll just…’
‘Hey. I’m coming with you.’ He rolls over and pulls open his bedside drawer again.
‘What are you doing?’
He holds up the foil package triumphantly. ‘You don’t think I’d kick you out into a cold bed? I’m a gentleman. I’ll help you warm it up.’
I tut. ‘So chivalrous. By warm it up, you mean christen, I assume?’
‘Just covering my bases.’ He holds out a hand to me. ‘Come on, sweetheart.’