Chapter 32 #2
I snap my hips forward, grinding my cock, still hidden in my jeans, against her bare pussy, and whatever she wanted to say dissolves into a whimper.
“You’re not in charge, Millie. Say raven if you want to stop, but once I stop, I won’t start again.” I drag my palm down her stomach, swiping two fingers between her lips. “I want a taste,” I rasp, sitting back on my haunches.
She swallows hard, eyes on me when I grab her thighs, spreading her open. She doesn’t protest, but her arm covers her eyes like she can’t stand watching me watch her.
“Millie,” I coax. “Eyes down here.” I move lower on the bed, getting comfortable between her legs.
She peels her arm off, peering down at me, cheeks flaming and body spasming when my warm breath ghosts her pussy.
“You’re so fucking pretty.”
A strip of light hair, though darker than on her head, and pink, soft pussy lips, her clit a tiny button.
I spread her legs wider, grazing my fingers along the inside of her thigh before touching around her entrance. Her back arches and breath stutters as I spread her open with my thumbs and dive in, dragging my tongue between her folds.
“Fuck...” I rasp, the taste of her arousal exploding on my tongue. “Sweet little thing.”
I lick her again and suck her clit into my mouth, using my thumb to toy with her entrance. I pull every trick known to mankind to make her fall apart. She kneads her breasts, pleasure thrashing through her, and her moans bounce off the walls, growing louder the faster her orgasm rushes forward.
“Let go. Let go, baby.” I thumb her clit, drawing little circles, applying just enough pressure and push the tip of my tongue inside her, my cock pulsing as I slowly grind into the mattress.
I want to fuck her with fingers, or better yet, my cock, but I want her to break on my tongue more, so I lick her faster. Suck her into my mouth while she tortures her gorgeous tits, gasping and whimpering as the orgasm hits.
Her body tightens under my hands, her back bowing off the mattress as pleasure steals her breath.
“There you go, that’s it,” I whisper and I lick her through it, pushing my tongue in to drink every drop. “Good girl, baby.”
She’s still trembling when I climb over her, the aftershocks written into every twitch of her thighs. I don’t give her time to come down from the high. Pulling my zipper down, I yank the denim low and Millie’s heavy-lidded eyes snap lower.
Her throat works with a swallow, lips parted, chest rising and falling faster. I nestle between her legs, my cock aching as I coat the crown in her arousal, teasing that sweet, sensitive pussy.
“Eli, please,” she whispers, wiggling her hands.
“Had you said Creed, I’d not let you touch me,” I say, moving her leg over my hip. “Go on, hold on to me.”
As soon as her hands fly up and fingers dig into my shoulders, I slam my hips forward, bottoming out inside her. She cries out, raking her nails over my taut muscles.
“Fuck, I missed having you beneath me.”
I don’t move, savoring the tight, wet heat. She lasts ten seconds before she juts her hips and begs for more.
“Don’t move, Millie. Whose am I?”
She wets her lips, looking up at me. “Mine.”
My chest tightens at the word. I draw almost all the way out, then drive back in, setting a punishing rhythm.
“Say it again.”
“You’re mine. Now kiss me,” she pleads, snaking her legs around my back to drag me closer.
I let her, dipping my head and claiming her mouth, my cock hitting a spot deep inside. She trembles in my arms, her naked body hot to the touch, boobs bouncing with every thrust.
“You’re only getting what you want because you were good earlier,” I say, grazing my teeth along her jaw.
The room fills with the sound of her breathing, the mattress shifting beneath us, and the quiet, helpless noises she makes when I hit deeper. She clutches at my back, dragging her nails down my spine, her chest arching into mine.
“Look at you,” I grit out against her mouth. “Feels good?”
“Yes,” she gasps. “God, yes—”
I push into her harder and use my fingers as a necklace, cutting her breath off and forcing the air from her lungs. Her head falls back, mouth parting in a silent cry, face flushing red.
The added pressure pushes her over the edge, and within seconds her pussy spasms around me as the orgasm tears through her. She clings to me, legs locking around my waist, teeth closing over my shoulder.
That’s enough to drag me over the edge with her.
“Fuck, that’s it, baby, that’s it.”
My grip tightens on her hip as I thrust once, twice, and then I’m there too, my forehead pressing into hers, guttural groans spilling from my lips.
For a moment, we stay still, her fingers tangled in my hair, mine bruising her hip. I don’t want to let her go. Her breath fans across my neck, her body warm and loose beneath me, and I stay inside her until our breathing returns to normal.
Only then do I pull out, and Millie inhales sharply at the loss, her thighs twitching, pussy oversensitive.
“What time is it?” she asks, still dazed, soft in the aftermath, her body stretched across my sheets.
“We’re supposed to be at Dash’s in ten minutes.” I roll out of bed, tuck my cock in, and head for the bathroom.
“I’m not coming to game night,” she says when I return with a warm, damp washcloth. “I’m tired.”
“Yeah? Stay here, then. Wait for me.”
She pushes herself up onto her elbows, shoulders tense, thighs snapping shut. “I don’t need that,” she clips, glaring at the cloth. “I’m not fragile, I—”
I grip her jaw, digging my fingers into her cheeks. “Shut up and spread your legs for me.”
She softens immediately and her legs open. Jesus, I should not have this much power over this girl.
“Good girl, baby,” I wipe the cum dripping out of her pussy, accidentally grazing my fingers over her clit. “I fuck you, I fill you, I clean you.” I toss the cloth aside and kiss her lips.
“You need a shower,” she says, falling back against my sheets. “You smell like me. My brother will know.”
I drop my gaze before she can clock the way my face sours. For a second there, I forgot that while I’m hers, she’s not mine.
***
Before heading up to the sixth floor, I exit the building, lean back against the cold stone wall and pull out a pack of cigarettes. The lighter clicks, flame flaring briefly before the tip glows orange and my lungs fill with smoke.
Exhaling a thick cloud, I watch students rushing past in clusters, heads down, trying to make it wherever they’re headed without getting soaked. The rain’s not heavy, barely a drizzle, but the air feels damp, and everything’s fucking gray.
Save for my mood.
That’s not as dark as it should be, despite being a few minutes away from facing my best friend, who’s pushing the girl I’m crazy about into the arms of my other best friend.
I’d be worse for wear if I weren’t so high on Millie’s taste, the warmth of her body, those sweet sounds she made...
But I’d be lying if I said anger wasn’t swimming in my veins, and it lashes through me that much more potently when Noah rounds the corner.
His jaw tightens and shoulders tense when he spots me.
Looks like we’re both fucking thrilled to be spending the evening together.
Rain darkens his hair until it clings to his forehead. He doesn’t lose his temper easily. I can always count on his composure but judging by his narrowed eyes and his fingers flexing in and out of tight fists, he’s pissed.
I take another drag of my cigarette and let the smoke out, Noah’s face disappearing behind it.
The next thing I know, his fist’s coming at me with everything he’s got. It lands on my jaw, rattling my teeth, and my head snaps to the side. The cigarette slips from my fingers. Copper floods my mouth, blood trickling down my chin.
“You fucked her?” he seethes, chest heaving.
I roll my jaw, straighten my spine, and wind my elbow back, returning the favor. My right hook clips his cheekbone.
Noah stumbles half a step before catching himself.
“You kissed her?” I spit out, wiping blood from the corner of my mouth.
My lip throbs in time with my pulse, swelling up fast. For a few long heartbeats, we silently stare each other down, teeth gnashing, both ready to swing again.
We don’t, though.
And we don’t apologize, either.
I reach into my pocket, grab another cigarette, then pass him the pack. He hesitates before taking it, his back parking against the stone a step to my left.
“She told you?” he asks, smoke drifting from his mouth.
“Hyde did.” I flick the ash at my feet. “He saw you kissing in the library.”
“Fuck.” He looks into the drizzling sky, grinding his molars. “Shit, that’s why he sent me to check on her last night.”
“What do you mean?”
“He’s been warning me off Millie for weeks, glaring, snapping, and then he suddenly stopped. I thought he finally understood she’s an adult who can make her own choices, but when he left me alone... he started watching you. I think he—”
“Decided you’re better for her than I am,” I finish, my stomach dropping. “And when Millie saw me with Zara and left, he knew that hurt her, so he dragged me to Jed’s and told me you’ve got his blessing.”
A quiet, bitter chuckle escapes me.
Fuck that hurts. I know I’m no boyfriend material. I have the emotional range of a rabid stray; I drink until I can’t see, walk, or pronounce my name, I let my friends down every week, and I’m usually bleeding somewhere.
I know I don’t deserve Millie, but Hyde’s my best friend.
Shouldn’t he believe in me a little? I’ve been trying so fucking hard to be on my best behavior since—
Oh. That’s why he’ll never approve, isn’t it? That night is the reason. Despite insisting it wasn’t my fault, he never truly forgave me and now he’s pushing his sister into Noah’s arms as a form of punishment.
“Well,” I huff, pushing away from the wall. “I knew Hyde wouldn’t be happy about this but fuck... I didn’t expect him to put me in my place by playing matchmaker.”