Chapter 5 Cyrus
Cyrus
This is really happening. As hard as it is to believe, Millie is sitting on my lap, squirming like she’s more than eager to learn.
Her constant grinding against me, as if she’s unaware of it, makes me realize more and more as I try to hold back from touching her the way I want.
“How much do you know?” Forcing out the words, I stroke her sides and tease the band of her shorts with my pinkies. “Surely, you know the basics.”
She has to. A woman as pretty as her? By now, there has to be a bastard or two who have tried their luck. Even if she looks like an angel radiating innocence, there’s no way…
When she bites that damn lip of hers again, I want to howl in jealousy. She has to know what she’s doing to me when she does it; that’s why it keeps happening.
Shaking her head, she gasps when I clamp my hands on her hips to still her body. I can’t think when she’s moving. “I’ve never even… kissed someone.”
Jesus. I’m here thinking about flattening her against the couch, shoving her thighs apart, and stuffing my way inside her to release this pent-up frustration, and this woman hasn’t even kissed . What in the hell is wrong with me?
If she’s an angel, then I must be some lustful demon sent to tear up her innocence.
“We’ll start slow then.” Saying the words out loud for both of us to hear, my hands drag back up her body. She’s in a pair of cotton shorts and a tank top that’s a promised tease. Fuck, even her nipples are poking through her bra.
If she’s feeling any doubt or confusion, her body is happy to do all the telling itself of her arousal.
I don’t know what she could see in me to get her in this state, but I’m not in my right mind to question it. Not when all I can think about is getting my hands on her.
Telling myself to go slow over and over again, testing what kind of restraint I have, I struggle to decide where I want to touch her first.
Cupping her chin, I carefully bring her to my mouth. A simple brush is enough to stir my body awake. It’s almost laughable how little it takes to make my dick hard the way it is. Doesn’t help that she did all that rubbing up on me earlier, either.
But this… this is different.
Our lips meet, and for a heartbeat, she’s utterly still. Frozen, like she’s unsure of what to do next. I help her along the way, gliding my tongue along the seam of where her lips meet, silently asking for permission inside.
She answers with a gasp, a small, yielding sound that shoots straight downward. Taking advantage, I slip inside and get welcomed to a warm cavern of heat.
Our tongues slide together, and the shy, frozen girl melts into liquid fire. A shudder works through her, and her body, which had been tense against mine, begins to move again. Her hips shift, aiming.
She feels it then. She has to. The rigid line of my erection pressed against the front of these shorts. The fabric is too thin not to notice.
Slotting herself against me just right, the way she grinds against my body is so perfect, it makes me question how innocent she truly is.
She sighs into the kiss, the sound broken against my teeth, her breath sweet and frantic. Her hands flatten against my chest, and her touch burns, searing into my skin. Makes me wish I had put on a shirt to give her something to cling to.
“Cyrus,” she breathes against my mouth, the word more air than sound. “Please… I need…” Struggling to find the right word, she arches to display just how wound up she is. “Touch me, please.”
The soft, begging whisper is my undoing. There’s no way in hell I could turn down her request. I’m too weak of a man.
Dragging my hands down her front, I tease the neckline of her tanktop. Watching her carefully, waiting for even a hint of hesitance or fear on her expression, I hook my fingers when there isn’t even an ounce of question on her face.
Behind those brown orbs is nothing but liquid heat. She even teases me with a small smile like she’s eager to get a little relief sent her way.
Pulling down to free her breasts, her bra folds in on itself, letting both mounds escape their prison.
“Fuck…” Muttering the curse, I drink in those rosey red nipples. Both are twisted tight, demanding attention.
When she catches me staring for too long, she grabs one of my hands and presses my palm to one. Shivering when I squeeze, she squeaks when I lean forward and kiss the spot right between both.
“Hold on. I don’t want you falling.” Just as every other order has gone, she’s obedient. Wrapping her arms around my neck, her body bows as I pinch that same nipple, rolling it between my fingers. Needing to get my tongue on her, I bring the other to my mouth.
Lifting my gaze, I find her watching. Hardly blinking, her flush spreads from her cheeks to her ears.
“Your teeth—” Starting to show a hint of worry, she moans as I mark her. Leaving the first spot of many, I can’t help but want to give her something to look at once we’re done.
I want her to think about me long after we’re done.
Letting me worship her chest, her squirming continues. Breathing in deep, past the fruity scent that clings to her, I can smell her arousal. Like salt and perfection.
“If I could bust my ass every day and finish with you perched on my lap like this…” Licking her throat, I feel her swallow against my tongue. “I’d finish early just so it could last longer.”
“Every day?” Breathless, she tries to wrap her head around the concept. Her smile gives away how much the thought pleases her. “You wouldn’t get bored or tired?”
“Never.” I don’t have to think twice about it. Not with this view. My instant answer earns me an amused laugh that dissipates as my hands finally make it to where she needs my touch the most.
Finally, I’m pushing my hand into her shorts. It doesn’t take much exploring to discover just how damp she is. I don’t think there’s a single dry patch on the strip covering that untouched pussy.
“Kiss me.” Forcing out the words, I know I need some kind of distraction to stop me from ripping off her shorts.
She tries, but lasts all but a couple of seconds once I start coating my fingers in her juices. Instead of kissing me, her expression pinches as she puts her attention more on my touch than anything else.
“Focus, Millie.” Growling the words, I pinch her clit between my fingers and bring her back to my lips so I can swallow down her moan.
She’s so fucking wet. Dragging my way through her folds, her pussy just sucks one of my fingers inside.
As she clenches around me, there’s no doubt she’s a virgin.
Especially when I prod a second finger inside.
The stretch is suffocating. I can feel myself leaking just from the thought of pushing past her tight walls when the time comes.
“They’re too thick…” Muttering her groan, she pulls from my mouth and hugs my neck. Her breath tickles my throat as she tucks her face into the crook of it. “Mine don’t even compare…”
“Is it too much?” Curling both to test her limit, I’m rewarded with a shaky breath. “Try to move for me, angel.”
A shiver rolls through her, making the pet name stick instantly. “Won’t I hurt your wrist?”
Fuck my wrist.
She gasps when my free hand squeezes her ass. “Do it. Move.”
Moving back to grip my shoulders, she squeezes my legs with her own and does as she’s told. With my guiding help, her pussy flutters around my fingers as she pulls up before sinking back down.
“Just like that…” Mesmerized, I watch this woman ride my hand through an experience of self-discovery of what she likes. As her eyes pinch shut and her lips part, I let her do whatever she pleases as long as she’s feeling pleasure.
At this rate, I could feed her my cock. Popping her cherry shouldn’t be at the top of my list of things to do, but it’s all I can think about.
Curling my fingers just right, a moan slips past her swollen lips. As her juices soak my palm, I can’t help but keep taking. Wanting her to find her orgasm on her own, my thumb joins to bring her there faster, harder.
As soon as I touch her clit, her eyes fly open, and her grip on my shoulders tightens. Looking at me, surprised, her walls start to flutter as she continues moving.
Abandoning her ass, I cup the back of her neck and drag her to my mouth. “Don’t stop until you’re coming, angel.” The words leave my lips, and I feel the tremble of her legs as she tries to do as she’s told. “Prove to me that you can handle my cock. If you can’t handle my fingers, then—”
A cry leaves her before I can even finish my sentence. All at once, she clenches around me, every muscle in her body stiffening up as sparks light up behind her eyelids, and her orgasm washes over her hard.
“Cyrus!” With my name on her tongue, my cock pulses with her, like a trigger being pulled.
Wrapping my free arm around her, I hug her to my chest as we both enjoy the wave that overcomes us. After a couple of minutes, my arm slackens, and so does her entire body.
A low groan leaves her lips as I pull my hand away from her shorts to take in my glistening fingers. Parting them, we watch as a thin stand keeps them connected.
The thing swirling around my chest is a hunger I’ve never known. Feeding into it was probably a bad idea, but what’s done is done.
I’m addicted.
Needing to discover what she tastes like, I suck my fingers into my mouth and groan at her taste exploding across my taste buds. So fucking good.
Millie collapses against my chest, going limp. Seeking me out for warmth, she buries her face into my neck again, and I listen to her breathing slow as she calms.
Stroking her back, I murmur soft words of praise. Hoping I didn’t overwhelm her all at once, she’s proved that she can handle what comes her way, even if it wipes her out.
We’re both messy, and if not another shower, a wet cloth is needed. But when a yawn leaves her, I can’t find it in me to make her move.
This is perfect. Right now, before the thoughts of complications and consequences can seep in, all I can think about is how I don’t want to let her go.
For now, for as long as she’ll let me, I’ll keep her close and see where things will take us.