Chapter 18 #3
He placed her on the edge of the bed, stepping away to pull his shirt off over his head.
Mila was never going to get sick of that view.
Shirtless Boone was a work of art. She ran her hand over his chest, toying with his light smattering of hair.
There were a few sprigs of gray interspersed with the brown.
He joked about his age on occasion, but she sure as hell didn’t consider him old. While there was thirteen years between them, Mila appreciated his maturity. Guys her age tended to value stupid shit—like their cars, getting drunk, or getting laid.
Her fingers drifted lower, and she pushed them into the waistband of his jeans, using that grip to pull him closer. He looked down at her, his eyes smoldering with a hunger that took her breath away.
She popped the button, then slowly slid down the zipper as Boone watched. Once the jeans were open, she pushed them and his boxers over his hips, licking her lips when his thick erection sprang free.
Boone cupped her chin, tilting her head up as he drew his thumb over her lower lip. “Open, darlin’.”
She didn’t need to be asked twice. Mila bent forward as he closed the distance. Wrapping her hand around his girth, she stroked him several times as she slid her tongue around the head of his cock, tasting the tiny drops of precome there.
Boone held still, letting her explore and play, though she knew her dominant lover well enough to realize he was using great restraint. However, she didn’t want his restraint. She wanted him to lose control, to let her experience firsthand just how much he desired her.
So, Mila teased him, loosening her grip, not taking him into her mouth, even though that was what he wanted. That continued for a couple minutes before he got wise to her game.
Gripping her cheeks, Boone tilted her head back. “Naughty girl. You playing with me?”
“What do you mean?” she asked coyly, her expression giving her away.
“Don’t poke the bear, darlin’.” Boone shifted one hand behind her, gripping her neck, while he used the other to cover her hand on his cock, showing her exactly how much force and friction he wanted.
Rubbing the head of his dick over her lips, he narrowed his eyes, tapping twice, an unspoken demand for entrance.
Mila opened her mouth, then held on as Boone pushed his rock-hard cock deep inside.
He knew from their past encounters how much she could comfortably take, and he took care to make sure he held that line, not shoving against her gag reflex.
With his hand—and hers—still working the base, he thrust in and out of her mouth.
His breathing became labored, and she thought he was close, so when he pulled out, she frowned.
“Boone—”
He shook his head. “I’m taking advantage of this night, Mila. Which means you and I have miles to go yet.”
She liked the sound of that. “What did you have in mind?”
His jeans had fallen to his knees, so he sank next to her on the bed, pulling off his boots, then boxers and pants. “First thing we need to do is even the score because you’re wearing way too many clothes.”
Boone quickly corrected that oversight, her clothing joining his in a pile on the floor.
“Crawl to the middle,” he directed. As she did so, he pulled back the duvet so that she was reclined on the soft cotton sheets.
She lifted her arms, intent on pulling him atop her, but he leaned just out of reach.
She tilted her head but didn’t question him. So far, their sexual encounters had been straight-forward, mainly because of time and location issues. Between sneaking in quickies during lunch or in the front seat of his truck, their options for variety had been limited.
Tonight, the world was their oyster, and Boone seemed ready to capitalize on that.
“You ever read any romance books where the guy ties the woman up?” he asked.
Mila sucked in a deep breath because holy hell. He’d just hit on one of her top five “Sexy Things I Want to Try.”
She nodded. “I have.”
“Does the idea of that turn you on?”
“So much,” she whispered.
Rather than reply, Boone rose from the bed, walking across the room to his closet. “I placed an order online a couple weeks ago. Had to hide the box in here so Sadie wouldn’t come across it.” Boone shifted stuff on the floor of the closet, returning to the bed with a box.
Mila sat up excitedly. “What did you get?”
Boone chuckled at her enthusiasm. “Hope you’re still excited when you see what’s inside.”
Flipping back the lid, Mila’s eyes widened as she took in the array of sex toys. “Holy shit!”
“Mila, if you never want to try any of these things, we won’t.”
“I want to try them all,” she gushed.
Boone had already unpackaged the toys. “I washed them already because I knew if we decided to play with them, I wouldn’t want any delays.
” He pulled out restraints, handing them to her.
They were soft, with Velcro cuffs. “Thought we could start with something like these. If you enjoy being tied up, I’d love to graduate to handcuffs and rope eventually. ”
“Okay.” Her heart was racing a million miles an hour, not with fear but with anticipation and need.
Reaching back into the box, he lifted out a tube of lubrication and…
Mila gasped. “Is that…”
“A butt plug. It’s a smaller one, because I know you’re new to anal play. We can start slow, but, darlin’, there’s not a single part of you that I don’t want to claim.”
“I want that too,” she admitted. Boone had toyed around with her ass, but he’d never breached her with more than a finger. The plug he’d purchased wasn’t freaking her out size-wise. Or at least, not completely, but it was definitely bigger than his finger.
Boone didn’t pull anything else out of the box. Instead, he tucked it under the bed.
“But there was more,” she said.
He shook his head, amused. “Greedy girl. Let’s start with these. Lie on your back.”
She did as he said, shivering in anticipation as he attached the restraints to the headboard, then reached for her arms. Pulling them over her head, he attached each wrist, her arms outstretched.
She tested the hold, aware she wasn’t getting free until he released her.
The idea of being helpless was a much bigger turn-on than she’d expected.
She waited for him to hook her ankles to the footboard, but he tossed those straps to the side.
She frowned, confused.
Boone booped her nose. “We’ll get to those in a minute. For right now, they don’t work with my plans.”
She loved that he’d thought about this, planned this night, even going so far as to buy the toys. It was touching to realize that Boone was thinking about her even when they weren’t together.
Climbing back onto the bed, Boone knelt between Mila’s legs, pushing her knees apart to make room as he lowered his head.
“God!” she cried out as he took her clit into his mouth, sucking hard enough that she saw stars almost instantly.
The man had a magic tongue…and teeth…and fingers.
Pressing two thick fingers inside her, he continued to stroke her clit with his tongue.
Boone went down on her like she was his favorite meal, not the beef stew.
“Let me see one of those pretty orgasms,” he demanded, his voice rough with need. “Then we’ll get down to business.”
Mila always felt a slight tremor of panic when he talked like that, because the orgasms he gave her were almost painful in their intensity.
Thrusting hard and fast, he nipped her clit, and just like that, she was there.
Exploding.
Erupting.
Free-falling with no net to catch her.
Boone stroked her through her climax, drawing it out until she cried, “Can’t. Take. Any more.”
She knew those were the famous last words of a fool, because Boone, with his cocky grin, was going to push her to the brink and beyond again. And again. And…
Rising back to his knees, Boone lifted her legs until she was completely exposed to him. He gripped her beneath her knees, holding them out, her ass slightly lifted from the mattress.
“Time for the other restraints.” Boone hooked the Velcro cuffs around her knees, before attaching the ends to the headboard, alongside the straps holding her hands in place.
Mila released an unsteady breath that captured Boone’s attention.
“You only have to say stop,” he reminded her.
“I know,” she quickly reassured him. “But I’m not going to. This is… God, I love this so much.”
Boone ran the back of his fingers over her cheeks. “You’re so beautiful like this. I love having you bound, completely at my mercy.”
She closed her eyes, smiling.
Best. Night. Ever.
Her eyelids flew open when she felt something cold brush her ass. The lube.
Boone circled her anus with the tip of his finger, applying more lube before pushing inside.
He slipped in easily, thanks to the lubrication. As he slipped that one finger in and out several times, Mila found herself anticipating his return thrusts, her hips rising to meet him.
She froze when, on one return, he pushed a second finger in with the first.
“Oh,” she said, feeling the pinch.
Boone studied her face carefully, making sure she was okay. He always took such good care of her. He pushed her limits, but he let her adjust and gave her time to find her way.
Just as she was enjoying the stretch, Mila groaned, upset when his fingers left and didn’t return. That was when he lifted the plug, covering it with more lube.
“Take a deep breath and hold it,” he instructed.
She did as he said, pressing her eyes shut tightly as he worked the plug inside. She probably should have been a little more freaked out earlier, because the thing was deceptively bigger than she’d thought.
She lost hold of her breath and was forced to draw in another, though this one was shallower.
“Almost there,” he said softly. “This is the widest part. You’re being so good, Mila. Such a good girl, taking this plug for me.”
She melted when he praised her and called her his good girl. Literally…melted.
Her body relaxed, the widest part of the plug breached her ass, and Mila was finally able to draw in a deeper breath.
“Okay?”
“It’s tight,” she said. “And it feels sort of strange. But not a bad strange.”
“It’s going to get tighter,” he warned her.
Her brows furrowed until Boone’s hands pressed flat into the mattress by her head, his cock dancing along her pussy.
“Oh,” she breathed, when he reached down and guided the head into place. He was going to fuck her with the plug in. Mila wasn’t sure, but she sort of thought she could come just from the idea.
Not that Boone gave her a chance to test the theory.
Cock in place, he slid inside in one relentless thrust, not stopping until he was buried all the way.
Mila trembled, shocked to realize just how close she was to coming again.
“Boone,” she said, his name more air than sound. “So good!”
He smiled at her…and then he set himself loose.
Mila was grateful for the straps on her wrists and knees, aware they were the only things keeping her in place, grounded. She came after a dozen thrusts, and it felt as if she’d left her body.
Boone didn’t give way, fucking her through that orgasm and on to another. Mila screamed his name, along with some four-letter words, followed by a half dozen “I love yous” right in a row.
Boone grunted, his body going stiff when he came, filling her. She wished they were making their baby tonight. The idea of carrying his child was a powerful one, and she was grateful he didn’t want to wait long.
Dropping to his elbows, Boone planted kiss after kiss on her cheeks, forehead, lips. “I love you too, darlin’,” he said, once he was able to speak again.
Then he pushed himself up and unfastened the restraints, massaging her shoulders and thighs as he did so. Kneeling beside her, he gently lifted one of her legs, gripping the base of the plug.
“Ready?”
She managed one weak nod. He’d fucked her boneless. She hissed slightly when he pulled out the plug.
Unable to move, she followed Boone with her eyes as he rose from the bed, heading to the bathroom to wash. He returned with a warm cloth, cleaning her as well, before joining her in the bed and pulling the duvet over them.
Mila curled into his arms, his chest her pillow.
They were quiet for several minutes, but Mila knew that, like her, he wasn’t sleeping. Tonight, they were standing on square one, at the very beginning of something new and wonderful and forever.
“Can I tell you a secret?” she whispered.
“Of course.”
“I knew you were mine the day we met. I fell into your arms, and, Boone, it was just like Theo and Levi said. It was as if I’d been struck by lightning.”
Boone cupped her cheek, lifting her face so he could see her eyes. “You felt it?”
She nodded. “Love at first touch.”
Boone’s smile, so huge and bright and beautiful, told her just how much he liked that.
“I felt something that day too. Because I was an idiot, it scared me. I knew right in that moment that you were dangerous.”
Mila huffed out a breathy laugh. She’d never once—in her entire life—been called dangerous. It beat the hell out of sweet.
“I never believed in second chances, Mila. But you made me want one. And then…you gave it to me.”
“I love you,” she said, kissing him softly.
“Love you, too.”
Boone deepened her kiss, and she felt it again.
That same electric jolt, even stronger than their first touch.
She was caught in a beautiful, powerful storm with this man.
And she never wanted it to end.