CHAPTER 20 Sophie Summers
Are You Sure About This
I have no idea what this is, but I know I like it, and I know I want more.
The way he’s kissing me…damn.
Has he always been this good of a kisser? I wouldn’t know since my experience kissing him has been limited to a few for show over the last couple of weeks.
But as we make out in the backseat of an Uber holding only the two of us, there’s nothing about this that’s for show.
And it feels good. Better than I ever would’ve imagined. I never really thought about kissing Miller before, but I guess if I did think it, I would’ve thought it would feel weird.
It doesn’t.
There’s nothing weird about it.
In fact, I think this may be among the best kisses I’ve ever experienced in my life.
It’s passionate and tender at the same time.
It’s as if he wants to give me everything but is holding himself back—maybe because we’re in the back of someone else’s car, or maybe because in the back of our minds somewhere, this isn’t supposed to be happening.
We’re friends, just friends, something we’ve always both been so adamant about.
But kissing him is setting my blood on fire. My nerves are fully exposed, and my heart is racing in my chest as emotions plow into me.
I reach around the back of his neck and pull him closer, and his hand glides along my panties again, causing a throbbing, pulsing ache between my legs. I need him to slip his finger beyond the fabric, but instead, he’s teasing me.
I cling on around his neck as the kiss somehow deepens and intensifies, and I’m not sure I’ve ever had such an all-consuming kiss before. My hand trails along the front of his pants, stopping when I find what I’m looking for, and I rub his cock over his pants.
Oh my God.
I’m touching Miller’s cock. It’s hard and thick and long . Longer than I was expecting it to be, and that throb pulses steadily as the ache starts to become unbearable.
It’s only then that he pulls back from my mouth, and his lips drag along my neck. He whimpers, and the sound causes fireworks to explode down my spine as it fuels me to form a fist around the steel length.
I start to move my fist as best as I can, giving him a hand job over his pants while he continues to tease me beneath my dress. He fingers the edge of my panties, and I thrust my hips toward him as if it’ll give him permission to keep going.
He softly bites my neck as I keep moving my hand over his cock, the feel of his teeth causing a little moan to escape from me.
He grunts near my ear. “Fuck, Soph,” he says, the hard k in fuck dragged out and hot as hell as he finally, blessedly slips my panties to the side.
I allow my legs to fall open a little wider, giving him more space to work with as I continue rubbing his cock .
I’m a hot fucking mess of need as I wait for him to slip his finger inside, and that’s when we both hear our driver. “We’ve arrived.”
We both whip apart as if we’re caught—because we are . We were so caught up in each other that we didn’t even realize we’d arrived back at Miller’s place.
He clears his throat. “Thank you.” He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a hundred-dollar bill. He hands it to the driver, and then he gets out of the car, holding out a hand for me to get out next. I grab it, and then we practically run toward the front door.
Miller fumbles with his keys for a beat, and we both slip inside.
The door is barely kicked shut behind me when his mouth is back on mine, but his hands aren’t—not yet.
He slips out of his tuxedo jacket and drops it on the floor behind us as he pins me to the front door with his hips.
His tongue swirls with mine, and I simply hold onto his biceps for support because if I don’t hold onto something, my knees are going to buckle purely from the way he’s kissing me.
His hands aren’t on me yet, but I feel his fingertip as he slips the strap of my dress down. He pulls back from our kiss to trail his mouth down my neck and across my collarbone to my now naked shoulder, where he leaves another tiny bite, and then he trails back up again to my mouth.
Good Lord, who ever thought kissing Miller would be this fucking hot ?
I sure didn’t.
And all of this heat and emotion I’m feeling for him is just from a kiss . I can’t begin to imagine what sex with him will be like, but with him, I feel safe and protected and secure.
I want this. I want him like I’ve never wanted anyone else, and I’m not sure what’s fueling this sudden change other than the fact that he’s always been so, so good to me.
It feels like he’s been right here in front of me the whole time, but in the back of my mind I just figured he’d never want anything more with me than friendship.
I’m the girl-next-door type, the one in the friend zone, the one who was always there but felt more like a sister.
There’s nothing sisterly about this kiss, that’s for damn sure.
He reaches down between us toward the slit in my dress again as he continues kissing me. He gets almost back to the same place where he was in the back of the Uber when he pulls back, his heavy eyes hot on mine. “Are you sure about this?” he murmurs.
I respond by grabbing his head and pulling him back down so his mouth is on mine again, and I reach down between us to grasp his cock over his pants again.
I’m definitely sure about this. Even if I wanted to, it’s not like I could stop now.
Instead of fingering the edge of my panties like last time, this time he reaches for the fabric where it lays against my hip, and he gathers it into his fist. He yanks on it, and the thin material falls apart.
The other side is still snugly between my hip and my dress, and he reaches across to that side and pulls until the now useless fabric falls down my leg.
I part my legs to give him space, but he’s not quite done teasing me. He pushes his knee between my legs, and I’m so goddamn desperate for some friction that I start to ride it.
“Oh God,” I moan as his lips move from mine down to my chest and into my cleavage.
My voice doesn’t even sound like my own. It’s all deep and throaty, hoarse from not being used while his mouth assaulted mine in the most beautiful way.
“There’s still time to turn back,” he says against my chest.
I shake my head, unable to form words but somehow managing a whispered plea. “I want you. ”
My words propel him into action, and he yanks the spaghetti strap on my other arm down and pulls down the front of my dress, exposing my naked breasts.
He immediately moves his mouth to one, latching onto my nipple and sucking it.
I ride his knee a little harder as the feel of his mouth on my tit sends a dart of need straight to my pussy.
I reach for his shirt, and I fumble with the buttons for a few seconds, but I can’t seem to make my fingers work.
He’s still sucking on my tit as he bats my hand out of the way and rips open his shirt.
I hear the scattering of buttons on the ground, but it’s no match for the sound of our moans as they fill the air.
My hands move immediately to the cut, hard planes of muscle that span his stomach, and he groans as I slide my hands along his body.
I wrap them behind his back, feeling his warm, smooth skin under my palms, wanting that body covering mine as he pushes me to heights of pleasure I’ve never known before.
I slow my hips as they rock against his leg, and I reach up and hold his head to my tit for a few beats. My voice is breathless when I say, “Take me to your bedroom.”
I don’t have to ask twice.
He grabs me up into his arms and carries me up the stairs as if I weigh nothing—and I’m grateful since I don’t know if I could walk right now. He sets me gently on the floor near his bed, and he spins me around to pull down the zipper on the back of my dress.
It falls in a pool on the floor around my feet, and I stand naked with my back to him.
He reaches around me and pulls me into a hug from behind, his hands moving up to grab each of my tits in one of his hands.
He massages them, and the rubbing of my nipples against his rough palms is pure and utter bliss.
His hands move to trace along my torso down to my hips, and he gently glides those palms along my ass. I feel self- conscious as he inspects every part of my body with his hands, but his words immediately quell those thoughts.
“Jesus Christ, Soph. You are so fucking perfect.”
His lips move to my neck, and I reach behind me to try to touch him over his pants some more. I land on his belt, and I undo it as he shifts back to give me a bit more space to work, his hands still gliding along my body.
“Your skin is so soft,” he says as one hand moves back to my breast. “And your tits are perfection.”
I get his button undone and his zipper next, and then I reach behind me to pull his cock out of his pants.
He hisses as I fist him, and even though I want to see him so badly, I don’t dare move as he pinches one of my nipples between his thumb and forefinger as his other hand moves along the curve of my ass.
I slide my hand up and down, a difficult feat since he’s behind me, but I can tell by feel that he’s big.
Massive. I reach down with my other hand to cup his balls.
They’re heavy and big, and I have the sudden feeling like I want to suck on them.
I’ve never had the urge to suck on somebody’s balls before, but the thought crosses my mind that he’d like it, and I want to do whatever I can to make him groan and grunt for me as I push him to the brink of pleasure.
His hand on my ass finally curls around, gripping my hip for a beat before he inches his way toward my pussy.
It feels like a lifetime passes as I wait for him to dip his finger into me.
He trails slowly along my hip to my pubic bone.
He moves down so he’s fingering the lips of my labia, and then finally, finally , he slides a finger through my pussy, pushing it inside of me as I let go of his cock and lean forward to brace myself on the bed in front of me.
When I do that, I push my ass out without realizing it, and I feel his cock as he shifts to settle it between my ass cheeks. It’s warm there, and he’s mere inches away from pushing into me. We haven’t discussed condoms or birth control or any of it, but this is Miller. I trust him with my life.
And the thought of him moving inside of me bare is nearly enough to push me into an orgasm.
What the hell is happening to me?
He pulls his finger out as he shifts his hips so his cock moves along my slit but not inside of me.
“You’re so fucking wet,” he hisses.
“It’s you, Miller,” I moan. “You’re making me wet.”
He moans at my words, and he shifts his cock again. “Fuck, I want to slide inside of you so goddamn badly,” he groans, but instead of doing that, he pulls back. “Don’t move,” he demands.
I’m still leaning over the bed, and I see him out of the corner of my eye as he moves toward his nightstand. When I felt how big he was, I didn’t know how he’d look.
He’s sheer perfection.
He opens a drawer and pulls out a condom, and he rips it open and glides it on before he rushes back over toward me.
He moves exactly back into the position he just vacated, but he leans over me as his lips find my neck.
As much as I want him to fuck me from behind, this is our first time together. I want the intimacy of looking into his eyes the first time he pushes into me.
So even though he told me not to move, I do. I shift my hips back toward him, and then I straighten. He moves along with me and stands, too, and then I turn around to face him. I sit on the bed, eyeing his cock for just a second, and then I lie back and pull him down on top of me.
His lips fall to mine as he gets into position, and he pulls back as his eyes find mine.
God, the passion there. There’s something there I’ve never noticed before when he’s looked at me, and it’s so, so beautiful .
It’s addictive.
And as he leans down to kiss me, I can say with certainty that his lips are addictive, too.
As if he can sense I need his eyes on mine, he pulls back from our kiss. “Are you okay?”
I nod. “I don’t think you’re going to fit,” I admit, my voice a little nervous.
“You can take it.”
He reaches down between us, aligns himself, and pushes into me as his eyes move to mine.
I see everything I need to as we connect in this erotic, intimate moment.
My body adjusts to his size as he fills me slowly at first. He pushes all the way in, and it’s a wonderful, full feeling as he glides out before pushing back in.
“Fuck, Sophie. You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this,” he murmurs, and maybe those words will mean something later, but right now he’s got me in a lust-induced haze where words are incomprehensible as he pushes into me over and over, pushing my body closer and closer to a climax.
He’s right. I can take it. I can take him . All of him. And I want all of him.
I answer him with moans, and his lips catch mine.
I’m lost to everything as I lose myself in the feel of him, and if I thought his lips were addictive…well, they’ve got nothing on his cock.
He rocks into me, and as we have sex on his bed, one thing is certain.
Things will never be the same again.