Chapter 23
CHAPTER
TWENTY-THREE
ANNIE
"Blue..." Miles sighs my nickname as my mouth descends to his.
I nearly whimper as my chest presses flush against his. I can feel his heartbeat thumping erratically as I catch him off guard. I'm not exactly the assertive type. Especially not in the bedroom. I'm sure he can sense that and yet here I am leaning in anyway.
I hesitantly press my lips to the corner of his mouth. Then the other side. And then the center of his lips. He groans against my mouth.
I've never kissed anyone with lips so soft. I flick my tongue against his top lip, tasting a hint of his minty toothpaste.
I can feel Miles' body tense as I kiss him languidly, exploring every curve of his lips before I move my lips over a path from his cheek to his ear. He throws his head back with a groan when I kiss the soft spot of skin just behind his ear. I grin against him and then run my tongue teasingly down the side of his neck.
“Holy hell.” Miles’ hands grasp my hips, touching bare skin where my shirt has ridden up as I squirm against him.
“I like kissing you,” I admit quietly, taking a big risk by acknowledging the truth out loud. I desperately don’t want to break the magic of this unexpectedly passionate moment.
“Then kiss me again,” he growls out.
I oblige him happily, pressing my mouth back to his. His tongue presses to the seam of my lips, urging me to part for him and give him unrestricted access. We make out like desperate teenagers for so long that I can feel my lips growing puffy.
With my legs straddling Miles, I can feel him getting turned on beneath me. The feel of him hardening makes me squirm, pressing closer to seek relief between my legs.
Miles turns his head to break our kissing and groans.
"Fuck. You have to stop grinding like that, Blue. Your sleep shorts are thin. I can feel the heat of your pussy through them." He squeezes his eyes shut and mutters, "fuck," again.
"I don't want to stop," I admit breathlessly.
Miles feels good beneath me.
He grits his teeth as I wiggle again, letting his hard length drag against me between my thighs. His pajama pants are thicker than my shorts but they still don't leave a lot to the imagination. I can feel the entirety of his hardness. I can even feel the slight way he curves to the right near the tip.
For the first time in my life, I understand the urge to refer to a man's cock as exactly that.
Miles is too masculine for medical terminology. Too sexy. Too much for me, really, but there's no going back now. The want I've built up is desperate for a release that only he can provide. And I have a feeling Miles can touch me better than I could ever hope to touch myself.
He's so confident that I have no doubt he knows what he's doing. After all, he's smart enough to care about how things work. My gut tells me that extends to the desire for knowledge about a woman's body.
"Please touch me," I whisper to him.
A pleased grumble tears from his throat. "Are you sure?"
" Please ." I'm not above begging. I will humble myself however I have to if it means he'll help release the tension pooling near my core.
“Then this needs to go.” He tugs my shirt over my head and releases a hiss of air through his teeth as he looks between us and sees I’m not wearing a bra.
Miles’ hands skate up my sides, drawing goosebumps out across my arms. He nudges me to sit upright. My thighs clench as I find myself perched directly over his cock. I’m not wearing any panties and my thin shorts are the only thing keeping him from being able to push right inside of me. I’m already slick for him, my body wanting .
I squeal in surprise as Miles grabs me by the hips and pushes me back onto my side of the bed. Before I can catch my breath again, he’s on top of me, the weight of him pressing down on me.
He whispers right into my ear, “You have beautiful breasts.”
I shiver at the compliment. My nipples are hard peaks against his chest, and I’m suddenly desperate for him to be sans shirt too. I tug at the hem until he takes the hint and leans up to grab his shirt from the back and tug it over his head.
Before he tosses the shirt away, I grab it and press the fabric to my nose to inhale his scent. It smells just as good as I expected.
Clean. With a hint of old paper and leather. There’s no doubt he’s a true reader through and through.
“Weirdo,” he teases me, his voice raspy with want.
“You smell good.” I shrug my shoulders a little and toss the plain black T-shirt off the side of the bed.
“So do you.” Miles buries his face at the base of my neck and inhales deeply. I try to imagine how I must smell to him —probably a little bit fruity from my shampoo since his face is partially buried in my hair.
I like the feel of our bare chests pressed together. His skin is soft while the dark smattering of chest hair is wiry and brushes against me teasingly.
I’m about to point out that he’s still not really touching me when he slips a hand between us. His fingers tease down my lower belly and then sneak under the stretchy hem of my shorts.
I gulp down air as Miles cups me between the legs. “All of you is mine tonight,” he says quietly.
I can only nod numbly as one of his fingers gently splits me open, brushing my clit with a feather-light touch. At the second stroke of his finger, his weight on me is the only thing that keeps me from jerking off of the bed entirely. His touch is expertly teasing.
He’s finally touching me and yet somehow my need is only growing, not being satiated.
“Touching isn’t enough.” Miles slips down my body, tugging my shorts off as he goes. I whimper as I immediately miss his touch, but he doesn’t leave me hanging for more than a moment.
Miles buries himself between my thighs, his broad shoulders keeping my legs apart so that I’m completely open to him. His pleased hum vibrates against me, making my whole body shudder with anticipation.
As much as I want to let my head fall back, I’m also desperate to watch him. I expect to feel self-conscious but somehow I don’t feel that way at all even as I watch the intimate act of Miles licking me between my legs.
The sight of his dark, curly hair between my legs is awe-inspiring.
This is the stuff romance novels are made of.
As Miles experiments between my legs, evoking a number of whimpers and moans from me, I find myself doing something else entirely out of character. I bury my fingers in his soft hair and desperately urge him to continue.
He doesn’t show any signs of stopping on his own but I’m so close to an orgasm that I have to do something . I fist my fingers around his hair seconds before my core tightens and then explodes, a rush of my desire further wetting between my legs.
I’m dripping for him.
Miles looks up at me from between my thighs with a mischievous grin. “You taste good, Blue.”
I want to die right on the spot. His lips are wet from eating me out. He looks pleased as hell with himself.
“My turn,” I choke out, desperate to return the favor.
“Not this time.” He shakes his head, and I realize I should probably let go of his hair. “I won’t last if you wrap those lips around me right now,” he admits shamelessly.
When he makes his way back up my body, I glance down and can see what he means. His cock is rock hard and twitching. The length of him is slightly red like his cock is angry and wanting.
Before I get the chance to make the suggestion, Miles reaches over to his nightstand and withdraws a condom. He makes quick work of sheathing himself. I stare between us in rapt fascination. I can see the same curve of his cock that I felt before and I catch myself drooling a little as I stare.
“Fuck, baby. Keep looking at me like that.”
I glance up into Miles’ eyes to see him watching me. When I look down again, he strokes his cock over the condom. He’s touching himself to the way I’m looking at him.
“I need you,” I whimper.
Any sense of embarrassment is gone. I want him so desperately my whole body aches. I wrap my legs around his hips and pull him closer. He chuckles as he lets me drag him back down between my legs. He extracts his arm so that he can hold himself up with two hands planted on the bed on either side of my head.
“I might get a little rough with you,” he warns in a gravelly tone, his eyes wandering over my face and then down for a peek of my breasts straining against his chest.
“Yes,” I gasp out as his cock notches against me. I’m not afraid of him getting rough with me. I want him so badly that I’ll take whatever he gives me.
Miles presses forward, slowly easing into me. He doesn’t seem to be able to hold onto restraint for long. He’s only given me half his length before he thrusts harder, causing me to wince as I feel like I’m split open from the inside.
“You okay?” His voice is strained.
“Yes, yes.” I squirm beneath him and plead, “ Hurt me .”
The words are like magic. The second they leave my mouth he begins to use me like a man possessed. I feel like I’m holding onto him for dear life as he thrusts into me with deep strokes. I squeeze my eyes shut and run my nails lightly down his back. He moans and then kisses me hard on the mouth.
Sweat beads at his forehead and splashes down on my temple. I whimper as I realize he’s covering me in his sweat as he puts serious effort into using my body to chase his own pleasure.
I want to be covered in him.
I writhe on the bed as another orgasm sneaks up on me. Two is so rare for me, but I’m not the least bit surprised by the feeling building inside of me. The pleasure is overwhelming.
“I’m going to orgasm,” I gasp.
“I know.” He hums his satisfaction as he shifts his weight to one arm so that his other hand can find its way between us again. He continues to pound into me as his fingertips brush my clit to bring me over the edge again for him.
My muscles squeeze so tight around him that he groans.
“I’m right behind you,” he manages to grunt out.
Just as my muscles start to relax around him, his body jerks and he thrusts one last time into me, stilling and then collapsing on top of me with the entirety of his weight. Once more, he buries his face against my neck and inhales deeply.
Conflicting feelings swirl around in my gut as I simultaneously feel satiated and worried. We just altered this entire arrangement between us by having sex. I don’t regret anything but a horrible worry takes hold that he might.
Miles carefully pulls out and kisses me chastely on the lips.
“Be right back,” he says before disappearing to the bathroom and returning a few moments later without the condom. He pauses next to the bed and grins down at me, his eyes perusing the length of my limp body. “You look good in my bed, Blue.”
I try to bite back my smile for fear of looking like a crazy person. Hearing him say that blurs all the lines of our arrangement.
Miles climbs into the bed beside me. Unlike last time, we don’t lie on our backs with six inches separating us. He shuffles in close and pulls the covers over both of us, then he turns on his side to put an arm around me. I turn away from him and snuggle in close. We’re fully spooning and I feel surrounded by him as he holds me close to him. The post-sex intimacy does more to blur the lines than even the sex did.
Maybe he won’t regret this, I dare to hope as I drift off to sleep.