Chapter 18 #2
Millie’s eyes cling to mine, her plea silent but obvious. I grow fascinated with how sensitive and reactive she is. For a woman who has a hard time coming, she feels pleasure easily.
“Is that good? Talk to me, Millie,” I grind out.
She gasps, but it isn’t a proper answer.
“Give me words.”
“Yes! It feels good. You’re—you’re right there,” she whimpers.
Her fingers glide over the bedding as she tries to busy them. I lean over her and drop my head, giving it a shake. Reaching for her hand, I take it and bring it up beneath my shirt. She tips her head back and presses her palm against my abs, lightly scratching them.
“If you need something to touch, you touch me. We’re trying to make you come, so take what you need to get there.”
She nods, gulping air into her lungs. “Where?”
“Where what?”
“Where can I touch you?”
I push her hand up my chest and then to each side before lowering it to the top of my jeans. She keeps her half-lidded eyes on me, curling her fingers into one of my empty belt loops.
“Anywhere,” I rasp.
Her body shudders in response. I swirl my thumb and press down harder, feeling the silk grow slicker, coating my skin. Without looking down her body, I’m relying on touch alone, and I think that makes me even fucking harder.
She blinks, keeping her eyes shut for a few moments before I swallow and slow my thumb. The sudden change forces her to look at me again. The heat that greets me this time is more than enough encouragement to continue.
“Keep your eyes on me,” I whisper, releasing her hand and grabbing her other one. “I’m not looking, but I want you to slide a finger inside.”
Her palm is warm when I bring it between her legs and hook her finger beneath the seam of her panties. She doesn’t make a sound as we tug them out of the way just enough to make room for her to follow my instructions.
I release her and shift until I’m hovering over her, making it impossible to see what she’s doing. My senses are more primed than they’ve ever been as I continue my thumb’s slow rolling and wait for her to join me.
“Slide it inside, princess. Feel how drenched you are,” I urge softly.
The rush of pleasure that fills her expression, matched with the brief brush of her wrist against mine, tells me when she’s done it. She releases a tight noise from low in her throat and pulses beneath my thumb.
I start to speed up, increasing pressure. “That’s it. All the way.”
Her reply is broken, garbled as she’s interrupted with a moan. I grind my jaw and curl my fingers into the thin blankets until I’m gripping the mattress itself. My bicep strains, wrist locked as I hold myself above her and watch every twitching muscle on her face.
“Faster, Millie. Go faster and curl your finger every time it’s knuckle-deep. See if you can feel anything that brings you more pleasure. Search for what makes you see stars. Get out of your head and take what you need.”
“Shade—”
I shake my head, lowering it closer to where her lips stay parted and her eyes bulge. “Don’t cut yourself off. Tell me everything you’re thinking.”
Her pink skin deepens in colour as she holds my stare. “I don’t want to jinx it.”
“You’re close?”
“Mmm,” she whimpers.
The fingers she has digging into my chest grow frantic, darting up to where a black hoop hangs from my nipple. Her touch falters slightly, surprise lighting her eyes.
My smirk is instant. “You can tug on it if you want.”
“Oh, my God.”
Eyes flicking to the ceiling once again, she runs the tip of her finger across the metal, tracing the shape of it.
I lean onto my hand as my groin tightens, sparks zapping down to where I’ve started leaking in my briefs.
She doesn’t notice my reaction, too busy avoiding looking at me to see how much I liked that.
Instead of teasing her, I focus on the wet, warm spot between her legs. A mewl falls into the small space behind us as she reacts to the pressure I’m applying. The second her wrist begins working faster, another noise fills the room.
I zero in on it and groan, unable to keep it in. Her gaze is still on the ceiling, and mine follows as I rub her faster, losing the ability to be slow. The time for that is done, and all I want now is to hear more of the wet gush of her pussy around the finger she’s fucking herself with.
Millie’s throat strains, her inhale getting trapped as she grows tenser. I pinch my brows together in concentration and curl the fingers around my thumb, refusing to let them wander to where she has to be dripping . . .
“Shade!” she cries, our eyes crashing in a collision of desperation and arousal. “Shade—I’m . . . I think—”
My nostrils flare as I nod. “Good girl, Millie.”
The tight line of her body snaps. One leg kicks out while the other pulls up, her knee pressing against my hip. I hiss through my teeth when it drags across my middle and settles against my cock, pressing hard enough I buck backward to avoid coming in my pants.
“Shit!” Her voice flares out in the room, and then her neck is curving up. “Ohhhh.”
I trap my voice, refusing to let the words I want to say escape. Watching her come is better than anything I could say anyway. If we weren’t friends, and this was something purely sexual . . .
The quivering muscles beneath my thumb start to relax when I ease off her and withdraw my thumb with a final stroke over her pussy.
She sucks in a breath and lets it go nice and slow before removing her hand and bringing it to the blanket.
The pink hue to her skin appears almost permanent as she drops her leg to the bed and rolls her lips, eyes darting over the room.
“How was that?” I ask, struggling to hide the arousal still sticking to my throat.
She chokes on a laugh, both of her brows lifting. “Is that a serious question?”
“Dead serious.”
I don’t sit back on my knees yet. Hovering above her, I release the mattress and lower my eyes to watch the steady rise and fall of her chest. She’s calm, the tension from minutes ago completely washed away. Pride pounds at my chest.
“We can consider the whole making myself come thing checked off,” she says.
I crook a grin and lean back. “I wouldn’t go that far yet. You’ve still got to do it alone.”
“I’ll figure it out.”
“So confident,” I coo, flipping her skirt down and giving her knee a stroke. “I like it.”
“Practice makes perfect, no?”
“Don’t talk to me about practice right now,” I beg.
Not caring whether she’s watching or not, I stare down at my crotch and adjust my cock. I wince at the heartbeat that seems to have grown inside of it during the last few minutes and busy myself with getting off the bed.
“Do you need to, like, leave? Or go to the bathroom?”
My laugh is deep, rough. “Not unless you want me to. I’m just fine, princess.”
“If you’re sure.”
“Are you trying to get rid of me? Was I a booty call?” I tease.
“Was that enough to be considered a booty call?”
“Nah, it wasn’t. Not even close.”
“Then, no. You’re not a booty call, Shade.”
“Thank fuck. I’m too old for that shit,” I mutter.
Pushing up onto her elbows, she closes her legs and says, “You’re not even old.”
“Older than you.”
She rolls her eyes, amusement glittering in the lightening blue. “Is that a warning?”
“I’d be a bit blunter with one of those. It’s just a reminder.”
“For what?”
“What happened this week isn’t happening again.
If you want to talk about something, we’ll talk about it.
No more running around acting like I’ve done something wrong.
As much as I like having a beautiful woman on my mind during a slow workday, I don’t want it to be because I’m wondering what I’ve done to upset her. Is that alright with you?”
“It’s alright with me. I’m sorry.”
“No apologies. I just wanted to be clear,” I reassure her, running my palm up her shin and down to her ankle, squeezing once. “You hungry?”
“If you keep feeding me, I’m going to have to get more new clothes, and clearly, I’m tapped out of funds.”
“Put my hoodie back on. You’ll never fit into it properly.”
“I was already thinking that.”
And ten minutes later, she’s draped in it when she steps out of the bedroom and joins me for dinner in the blazing fire’s warmth, reminding me how much I fucking love that hoodie.