Chapter 50
Chapter Fifty
Milo
I stand without breaking our kiss, lifting Sienna as if she weighs nothing. Her legs lock tight around my waist, thighs squeezing my hips like she never wants to let go.
Her arms coil around my neck, fingers threading through my hair as she devours my mouth with deep, hungry kisses laced with desperate little nips and soft, needy whimpers that vibrate against my tongue.
I carry her out of the hot tub and onto the deck, water streaming off our bodies in shimmering rivulets. The cool night air kisses our overheated skin, but it does nothing to cool the fire burning between us.
I lay her gently onto the cushioned chair. She spreads beneath me without hesitation, legs falling open, offering herself completely. Her glistening, swollen pussy is flushed, and her breasts rise and fall with every ragged breath, nipples tight and still marked by traces of my earlier release.
Dark curls fan across the cushion like silk, and those beautiful brown eyes burn into mine with a hunger that makes my cock throb painfully.
Kneeling between her spread thighs, I wrap my hand around my heavy, aching length and stroke slowly as I watch her. Then I lean forward and notch the pierced head at her entrance. Her lips part on a soft gasp.
“You sure?” The words come out low and strained. I’m holding myself back by a thread, every muscle coiled tight. “I need to hear it, Sienna. Tell me you want me to ruin this pretty pussy and fuck you raw.”
Her hand replaces mine, fingers wrapping around my thick cock, stroking with slow, teasing pulls. Her thumb brushes over my leaking slit, and it sends fire racing up my spine.
“I’m sure,” she whispers, eyes locked on mine as she continues stroking me. “I want you to fuck me, Milo. I want you to fill me up until your cum is leaking down my thighs, and I’m dripping with your release. Please.”
Her words snap my last thread of control.
A flash of baby-blue silk catches my eye—her bridesmaid dress crumpled nearby. A wicked, possessive idea blooms instantly. I grab it, gathering the soft fabric in my hands. Sienna’s eyes widen, her lips parting on a shaky exhale as I gently guide her wrists above her head.
“Do you trust me?” I ask, staring into her eyes.
She nods once, then twice, her gaze never wavering.
“Do you remember what you said at the airport?”
“I said a lot of things at the airport…”
A smile tugs at my lips as I wrap the silk around her wrists in a firm yet careful knot, then loop the long end around the lounger's slatted back, securing her in place. The baby blue looks beautiful against her flushed skin. She tugs once, testing it, and lets out a needy whimper.
Leaning back, I drink in the sight of her naked, bound, open, and trembling with want beneath the moonlight. My cock throbs hard, a bead of pre-cum sliding down my length.
“All that fire, telling me I could never out-restrain you…” I smile wickedly, running my tongue along my lower lip. “Yet who’s the one tied up now?”
Her cheeks flush deeper, thighs clenching restlessly. “Milo…”
I push forward slowly, rubbing the pierced head up and down her slick folds, letting the cool metal drag over her swollen clit. She arches with a gasp, eyes fluttering but fighting to stay on mine.
Then I sink into her, inch by thick inch, never breaking eye contact. Her mouth falls open in a silent cry as I stretch her open, her tight, wet heat gripping me so perfectly that I forget how to breathe.
“You’re taking me so fucking perfectly,” I groan, sinking deeper until I’m buried to the hilt. The curved barbell presses right against her cervix while the one at my base grinds against her clit. “This pussy was made for me, wasn’t it, baby?”
We both go still, chests heaving, foreheads locked together. Being buried inside her is almost too much—scorching, impossibly tight, and alive with rhythmic pulses that grip me. Every subtle flutter of her walls sends electricity up my spine, but it runs deeper than just the physical.
My heart is hammering for reasons that have nothing to do with sex and everything to do with her.
“Move,” she pleads, her hips straining desperately. “Please. I need you to move. I need—”
I pull back almost all the way, then thrust back in deep and steady, building a rhythm that makes her back arch off the cushion. The wet, obscene slap of skin on skin fills the night air, mingling with her broken moans and my low groans.
“Harder,” she begs, her voice cracking with desperation. “Please fuck me harder, Milo. I need it so bad.”
“Not yet,” I whisper, slowing to torturous, shallow strokes as I kiss along her jaw and back to her mouth. “I want you begging so pretty for me. You can do that, can’t you, baby? Beg me.”
Her gaze holds mine, hazy with need. “Please… I need you. I need to come—oh my God. Please don’t stop.”
I thrust deep and grind against her, kissing her through every whimper and moan. Her walls clench around me like a vise, clamping so damn hard it borders on pain.
“Good girl,” I praise, my voice filthy and low. “Squeezing me so tight, even when I make you wait. You love being edged, don’t you? Love feeling me stretch this greedy cunt open as I own every inch of you.”
“Yes—fuck, yes,” she nods, breathless. “Please let me come.”
I start moving again—slow, deep rolls that grind my piercing right against the spot that makes her tremble. My mouth latches onto her nipple, sucking hard while my thumb circles her clit with merciless pressure.
She’s a whimpering, flushed, trembling mess beneath me, and it’s a beautiful fucking sight to behold.
“Come for me,” I command against her breast, the words vibrating against her skin. “Come on my cock like the good girl you are. Let me feel you fall apart for me.”
She shatters with a scream.
Her orgasm crashes over her like a storm, walls pulsing and clamping around me in powerful, rhythmic pulses. She squirts suddenly—hot and messy—soaking my cock, my thighs, and the cushion beneath us. The sight rips a deep, guttural groan from my chest.
I fuck her through every pulse, drawing it out until she’s shaking, oversensitive, her eyes brimming with tears of pleasure.
“You’re so fucking perfect, Sienna,” I whisper, still buried deep inside her. “Look at you, squirting all over me because I tied you up and edged you. Such a beautiful sight.”
She smiles at me, her eyes hazy. “More,” she murmurs, her voice hoarse. “I want more of you, Milo. I need more of you.”
The words hit me square in the chest.
Loosening the silk just enough, I roll us over and pull her on top. She straddles me slowly, knees sinking into the cushions, her bound wrists resting warm and delicate around my neck, still secured to the lounger.
When she sinks down onto my cock, she does it inch by agonizing inch, savoring every thick ridge until I’m completely buried inside her. A long, shaky moan spills from her lips, as if she’s feeling me in her soul.
“Fuck… Sienna,” I breathe, my hands sliding up her thighs to grip her hips. My fingers press into her soft skin, not rushing her, just holding her there so she can feel exactly how deep I am. “Ride me slow, baby. Let me feel every little flutter of that perfect pussy.”
She obeys with a trembling exhale. Her hips begin to roll in lazy, sensual circles. The heat of her surrounds me completely. Every slow grind makes her walls flutter and squeeze around me, milking my shaft in the most exquisite torture.
Her breathing turns ragged. She leans forward, her breasts brushing and dragging across my chest with each roll, her nipples teasing my skin.
Goosebumps ripple over her arms and down her back as I trail my fingertips slowly up her sides, tracing the curve of her waist, then higher, skimming the undersides of her breasts.
“Eyes on me,” I whisper, reaching up to grip her jaw. I angle her head down to mine, our gazes locking. The intensity between us crackles like electricity. “Don’t look away. I want to watch you take every inch of me. I want to see exactly what I do to you.”
Sienna’s breath hitches sharply. Her pupils are blown wide, lips parted in a silent moan.
She keeps her eyes locked on mine as she grinds harder, rolling her hips in long, devastating strokes that drag my piercing right against that sweet spot inside her.
The connection feels deeper than just our bodies—raw, intimate, almost overwhelming.
“Milo…” she whispers, her voice trembling as she leans closer. Her hot, panting breath fans across my lips. “I can feel your piercing right there… fuck, you’re stretching me so perfectly. Filling me completely.”
I slide one hand up to cup her breast, thumb circling her nipple before pinching it just enough to make her gasp.
She shivers violently, another wave of goosebumps exploding across her flushed skin.
Her hips never stop that slow, hypnotic rhythm—grinding down deep, circling, lifting just enough to slide back down again, coating every inch of me in her slick heat.
I sit up slowly, wrapping one arm around her back to hold her chest-to-chest. My mouth finds her throat, kissing, licking, and lightly sucking as she continues those deep, sensual grinds. I move to her ear, my voice low and gravelly.
“That’s it, baby… just like that. Use me. Grind that pretty clit on my cock. You’re so fucking wet I can feel it dripping down my balls.”
Her nails scrape the nape of my neck, fingers flexing helplessly. She buries her face against the side of my neck, her lips brushing my ear as her breathing dissolves into desperate little whimpers.
“You feel so good,” she whispers, her voice hoarse and needy. “I don’t want it to end…”
“Come for me like this,” I murmur hotly against her ear, one hand slipping between us to rub slow circles over her clit. “Let me feel you fall apart while you’re riding me, baby. Eyes on me when you come.”
Her moans turn broken and breathy. She presses her open mouth to my neck, panting hard against my skin as her hips stutter.
Her thighs shake uncontrollably against mine.
Then she comes with a long, shuddering cry muffled against my neck, her pussy clenching and rippling around me in powerful, rhythmic waves that pull me even deeper.
She keeps grinding through each pulse, chasing the last sparks of pleasure until she’s trembling and oversensitive.
I hold her tightly through it all, one hand cradling the back of her head while the other strokes her spine.
I kiss her neck, her jaw, her parted lips—soft, reverent kisses—until her trembling finally eases.
Only then do I gently roll us over, keeping her wrapped around me as I settle her on her back. I stay buried deep inside her the entire time, unwilling to lose even a second of our connection.
I hook her legs over my hips and begin to move again—long, slow, sensual strokes that drag against every sensitive inch of her. She moans my name, over and over, her eyes glassy and half-lidded, her body arching beautifully into every deep thrust.
I keep the same unhurried rhythm, savoring how she clenches and flutters around me. Only when she’s whimpering softly, nails digging into my shoulders, begging in that sweet, wrecked voice, do I finally let go.
Buried to the hilt, pressed hard against her cervix, I come with a deep, guttural groan. Thick, hot pulses spill inside her as I fill her completely, my release leaking out around my cock and dripping down her ass.
We stay locked together for a few breathless minutes, hearts pounding in sync, until I gently untie her wrists. I kiss each one at my lips, lingering over the faint pink marks left by the silk, then pull her into my arms, holding her close beneath the vast night sky.
“Fuck,” I whisper, completely spent. “That was…”
“Perfect,” she finishes softly, her fingers threading lazily through my hair. A small, sated smile curves her lips. “I guess you can out-restrain me after all.”
I let out a low laugh and pull her even closer, tucking her head under my chin. As her breathing evens out against my chest, a quiet realization settles over me.
Maybe Ethan’s right. I do need to tell her how I feel… before it’s too late.