Eat My Dust #2
But it wasn’t a fantasy or raindrops. It was Miles—a warm body, finding its way under the cover, curled around me in bed, cold damp hair brushing against my shoulder while his soft lips, sending a trail of small kisses up my neck, gently pressed against mine.
A lingering hint of gin remained on his breath from last night.
“Miles,” I mumbled, half-asleep, my voice barely audible. “W-what are you— oh… ?”
“Shhh,” he purred against the corner of my mouth.
His hands traced a slow, tantalising path down my waist, his fingers one by one carefully snaking under the hem of my gown.
He pulled the silk strap down my shoulder with his teeth, exposing my breast. Not for long though.
Soon his exploring, welcoming lips covered it, his tongue playfully brushing over my nipple before drawing it gently into his mouth. My knees went momentarily weak.
“Miles!” A soft moan escaped my throat as my head rolled back into the pillow. What a….pleasant awakening.
His palm slid down between my legs, making my skin tingle.
My hips instinctively answered his touch.
“Yes,” he murmured, his voice a low, soothing caress as his fingers trailed their way into my underwear, slowly sliding between my soaking lips.
My thighs involuntarily parted wider. “Just like that, Florence. Let go and feel.”
And I did.
My body desperately arched, welcoming his thrust. “Good…good girl,” he breathed into my ear, then pushed deep inside me, his hand working me deliciously slow. And I thought, tell me I’m good one more time…and I’ll show you just how good I can be.
My nails dug into the cool, delicate fabric as I clenched my fists. A small, strangled whimper erupted from the back of my throat, crying his name. “Miles.”
“Admit it,” he purred against my neck as my hips began to move in rhythm with his strokes. “You love it.”
“Oh, God!” A sudden, uncontrollable, husky moan left my lips. “Yes!” My eyes remained closed, afraid to open—because, what if this was a dream? No! I wasn’t ready to wake up.
“Jesus, Florence, had I known you were so bad for me I’d have fucked you sooner.”
“Miles,” I breathlessly cried again. I was going to tell him to shut up, but the truth was, he was right. He was so, so right.
He leaned closer, murmuring—his words carried a lingering trace of alcohol. “Is that what you want? My fingers between your shaky legs?” His thumb on my clit, one stroke gentle, the other rough.
“Yes!” I let the word burst from me, spreading momentarily wider.
“Do you want my mouth there too? Lips sucking, my tongue buried deep inside your little needy cunt?”
“Oh, God!” I cried. I would say yes to anything as long as he kept doing… all that!
“Because that’s all I have been dreaming about, Miss Grant.
I just want to fuck you so, so badly. I want my cock in your perfect and welcoming mouth, between your beautiful tits, pounding your cunt as you squirm and clench around my thrusts.
” Jesus, was that all a hangover talking?
Because…that! Fuck! The dirty talk was really turning me on.
Miles gripped the back of my neck, tilting my head to kiss me.
His mouth was forceful, lips firm as if he was sucking the very essence of my life from me, leaving me in a state of pure abandon.
My spine curved, desperately pressing closer against him, grinding as he pushed harder inside me.
And I…I… A sudden rush of adrenaline surged through me.
I felt my body spasm, and quiver, and tighten around his fingers.
“Miles!” I gasped, my eyes shooting open as a wave of pleasure washed over me.
In fact, it was a damn tsunami, a flood sweeping me away.
“You… Oh, hell…” A soft, trembling moan escaped my lips as slow warmth coated every inch of my skin.
“Good girl,” he purred, nuzzling into my hair as his hand gently pulled me closer to the heat of his body.
“Now close your eyes… Yeah? Go back to sleep.” He traced his fingers down the curve of my spine, then kissed my temple, brushing a few wavy strands away from my flushed cheeks.
“I’ll be right here when you wake,” he whispered, his heartbeat a steady rhythm against my ear.
“Miles.” I mouthed his name as I finally caught my breath, slowly drifting off to sleep as the first ray of sunshine peeked through the window.
***
June 24th
The banging sound against the door woke us both up.
“Florence? You up?” I immediately sat up, my heart nearly dropping to my feet.
A quick glance at the incredibly sculpted body wrapped in my sheets confirmed my fear.
“Fuck!” I muttered. Just as I suspected, there she was, my sister, eager to hear every juicy detail about my date with Blake while Miles was still sprawled in my bed.
“Jo?” Miles muttered, his voice drowsy as he opened his eyes, confused. “Seriously, what the hell?”
“Can I come in?” she called out. “I’ve got coffee.”
“Um.” I cleared my throat. “Just give me a minute.” Then, looking at Miles, I mumbled, “Bathroom. Now!”
Miles rolled his eyes, annoyed, but, reluctantly obedient, he grabbed his boxers off the floor and headed to the bathroom. “You owe me,” he muttered with a smirk. “Big one.”
“Yeah, and I think I know exactly what you’ll want as payment,” I replied, biting my lip.
Visibly pleased with the idea, Miles grinned before disappearing behind the door.
Shit, the room reeked of sex. The rumpled sheets and scattered clothes told their own story. I quickly picked them up and shoved them under the first thing I saw—the duvet.
“Hey, Jo! What’s up?” I smiled at my sister as I opened the door, my pulse quickening, my palms grew slick with sweat.
“What’s up?” She furrowed her brow, eyeing me suspiciously. “Spill it, Florence! Tell me everything!” Her face was suddenly alight with excitement. “How did it go yesterday?”
“Right,” I mumbled, trying to hide my unease as I fidgeted with the hem of my gown.
“So?” She stared at me. “Oh, here’s your coffee.”
“Um, thanks.” I took the warm mug and inhaled the rich aroma of dark roast wafting from it.
“You’re so weird today,” she said, then invited herself into my room. As she walked towards the bed, my stomach twisted into knots. “So?” she asked again, nestling at the corner of the mattress. “Tell me about Blake.”
“Do we really have to do this now?” I forced a yawn. “I’m still quite sleepy.”
“That’s why I got you caffeine.” Jo pushed back the sheets to make more space. Shit! My eyes widened as Miles’ t-shirt peeked from under the duvet, catching my gaze. So, inconveniently, did Jo’s.
“What are you staring at?” She grabbed it. “Oh!” she drawled. “Look at that! It seems like the date went quite well.”
I quickly stepped closer, my cheeks burning. “Give it back!”
“Wait!” She jumped off the bed, staring at the t-shirt questioningly, her voice conspiratorial. “Is he…here… now? ”
“Jo!” I lunged for the fabric in her hands.
“Oh, my! Oh, my!” She grinned, amused.
“Trust me, that is not what you think.”
“Not another word, sister.” She winked at me, hurrying out of my room. “I wouldn’t want to stop you from whatever you were doing here before I showed up.”
“That’s not exactly—” I began, but she interrupted.
“I’m sure. Just remember to use protection and all that.” She offered a smirk and quickly shut the door behind her. Shit!
I ran to the bathroom. “I guess we have a problem.”
***
I was well aware that it wouldn’t be long before my sister discovered the person who spent the night in my bed wasn’t the one she’d hoped for. It was really a matter of hours, or days if I was lucky enough, and she was not that gullible.
“Okay,” I breathed, pacing around the room. “Think, Florence, think.” Suddenly, I groaned, rubbing my temples. “Oh, God! How did we let this happen?”
“Florence?” Miles stepped closer, his voice soft as he gently grasped my hand. “Stop freaking out.”
“Stop freaking out?” My face tightened with unease. “This is a disaster!”
“Well.” He cleared his throat, his eyebrows knitted together in what looked like mild irritation. “It’s certainly an inconvenience, but—”
“An inconvenience?” I blurted out, looking at him incredulously. “Were you standing behind that door a minute ago while my sister was in this room, assuming you were Blake?”
“I’m just saying it’s not that big of a deal,” Miles said.
“Not that big of a deal?”
“Well, yeah! What exactly are you so concerned about? That she’ll find out it wasn’t Blake? Or—” His jaw momentarily tensed as he spoke, making my heart skip a beat. “—that it was me, in fact?”
“I didn’t say that.”
“You didn’t deny it either.”
“Miles?” I stared at him with a plea in my eyes, unsure what I was pleading for.
He uncurled his fingers from my wrist and stepped back uncomfortably. “You know what,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck, considering his next words carefully.
“Miles?” I whispered.
“I think…this time I need to think.”
“Miles?”
“I’ll see you downstairs, Florence.”
***