Chapter 29
NEW YORK CITY, NEW YORK
I ndy’s mind went into a frenzy the instant he crashed his mouth to hers, swallowing her gasp like he owned every sound she emitted.
He pushed her further into the wall, pressing his chest to hers like he couldn’t bear any sliver of distance that stood between them. His fingers cupped the back of her head, tangling with her hair as he kissed her fervently.
Miles kissed her like she was the air he breathed. Like this was the last time he’d touch her.Like he just couldn’t get enough.
“You drive me insane,” he mumbled against her swollen lips before attacking them again like a starved man.Indy moaned, melting into him as she clung to his shirt.
The moment he pushed her legs apart by moving his thigh in between them, Indy felt like combusting. She started tugging at his hair, eliciting a grunt to rise from his throat. His rock-hard length pressed into her hip, and she writhed at the feel of him.
All this push and pull, years of longing and pining and daydreams burst into fireworks as that invisible string between them finally snapped, allowing their crying hearts to be aligned and frantically drum in symphony. No one had ever made her feel this way. No one had ever held a power so devastating yet exciting over her. There was no way she could fight the alchemy, and it looked like he was succumbing too.
His hand bared her throat, lips skimming her jawline. “Indy?—”
But then, the lift stopped.
Miles pulled back, the smug smirk spreading across his lips only making her want to jump and wrap her legs around his waist.
Someone cleared their throat, and Miles turned around. “Good evening,” he said to the couple staring amusedly at them, his voice a gravelly rasp that made her spine tingle, then pulled her out of the lift.
She beamed, following his hasty footfalls. “Have a lovely night!”
The very instant they stepped into his dark room, he pushed her against the door, his hand slipping to her throat as he claimed her mouth.
“Huxley,” she breathed out as he pecked the side of her neck, letting her fingers entwine with his soft hair. The mere contact of his lips upon her blazing skin was already making her pant.
“What, baby?” he rasped, sliding his large hands under her jersey. “Tell me what you want.”
“You.”
His lips brushed the spot below her ear. “What was that? Didn’t quite hear you.”
“I want you.” She didn’t care if she sounded desperate. She just needed to feel him everywhere. His hands. Fingers. Mouth. Tongue. Everything.
“Yeah?” He cupped her breasts and kneaded them through her bra. A groan rumbled in his throat as he pinched a pebbled nipple before dragging his thumb across the piercing. “You want me to fuck you? You want me to make you understand that I’m the only one who can make you come so hard that you see stars? That I find you to be the prettiest when you whimper, and beg, and then come with my name on your lips?”
Trying her hardest to hold her whimper in, she failed. The sound of her desperation made him smirk—a triumphant king. “Yes.”
Stepping back, he tore his shirt off by the back of the collar. Indy’s mouth had never felt drier at the sight of his tanned, muscled chest, honed by hours of intense physical training, highlighted by the city’s glow filtering through the window.
“On your knees, Indigo.”
She couldn’t do anything but follow his command, sinking down onto the carpeted floor. His smirk was a reflection to the way he felt—victorious. Miles had always been a man in control, but Indy needed him to snap. Break. Shatter. He thought he was having the upper hand right now, but he didn’t know that Indy would challenge him all the same.
The pad of his thumb ran across her lower lip. “God, you’re beautiful. I’ve seen you wear expensive dresses, smile and talk in front of cameras, pose under flashing lights. But right now, you on your knees for me, ready to take my cock? You’re goddamn breathtaking.”
She gave him a smile that made his jaw go slack. “Thank you, stud.”
Then, she unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, her knuckles grazing over his erection. His breath caught as she held eye contact before pulling the trousers down his thighs.
“You’ve been such a teasing brat today.” He gathered her hair into a make-shift ponytail, his jaw clenching when she rubbed the heel of her palm against the length of him. “Strutting around in that tiny thing you call a skirt. Wearing Romeo’s name like you’re his or something. Giving me the most painful hard-on in a crowded pub as you rub your perfect ass over me.”
She tilted her head, giving him a taunting smile. “Oh, I’m sorry. That sounds terrible.”
He scoffed. She loved the disbelief in his tone. The arrogance in his demeanour. The ember of annoyance blazing around his pupils. “Are you? Come on then, show me how you beg for forgiveness.”
Closing her thighs in search of friction, she pulled down his briefs and let his hard cock spring free. Its head was already leaking pre-cum, and knowing he was so turned on only amplified her confidence. Indy wrapped her hand around the thick base, giving it a slow pump as she watched the way he licked his lips leisurely.
Miles breathed heavily, his gaze dropping to where they were connected. She pumped her fist, slightly twisting it as she reached the crown before swiping her thumb over the bead of moisture to spread it around. He was big, throbbing with need, and it made more arousal dampen her underwear.
Keeping her gaze locked to his, Indy wrapped her lips around the head as she dragged her fist down to the base. Miles whimpered as her tongue swept across the slit, his walls shattering instantly.
His grip around her hair tightened as he bucked his hips into her mouth. Indy sank down, taking as much as she could whilst using her hand to pump what she couldn’t fit into her mouth.
“Fuck,” he groaned, causing her to huff out a quiet laugh. “You take my cock so goddamn well.”
Her tongue swirled across the crown, and she tugged firmly on the base, which caused Miles to unleash himself. His hips snapped into her mouth, his movements frantic as he moaned loudly when she sucked harder.
She took him until he hit the back of her throat, her small hands braced on his thighs, just as his fingers dug into her skull. She breathed through her nose and looked up, adoring his expression full of lust and desire. His brows bunched together as he tipped his head back, guiding her movements with his hands. She watched his abdomen clench, his lips part, and his thighs tremble. He pried her away, breathing heavily.
“That’s enough.”
Miles pulled her onto her feet, wiping the dribble of saliva off her chin.
She blinked innocently. “Have you forgiven me yet?”
He tsked. “Not so fast.” She knew he wasn’t mad at her, per se. Jealous and possessive, perhaps, but not angry. He just loved having this control over her, and quite frankly, she enjoyed it as well. “Get on the bed.”
She obliged after taking her boots off as he switched the light on. She observed him take his jeans and briefs off, tossing them somewhere in the room before rushing towards her, his eyes an onyx pool of desire.
He grabbed her by the throat, sealing their lips in a kiss that left her breathless. Her knees sank into the mattress, her hands trailing across his hard torso. She wrapped her hand around his slick shaft, eliciting a moan from the back of his throat.
As though his self-control snapped whenever it came to her.
As though she, too, held some kind of power over him that could make him shatter to pieces.
She broke away from the kiss and took his cock back into her mouth.
“Shit,” he whimpered as she massaged his balls with her left hand. “Those lips look perfect around me. Thought of this moment all week long.”
Indy moaned in response.
The noises of utter pleasure echoing inside the room were music to her ears. “Just like that, baby. You feel so good. You’re so good at sucking my cock.”
She felt his hands roam all over her back until he leaned forward, tugging her skirt up to her waist.
“Are you trying to kill me?” His rough palm rubbed at her bottom and gave it a harsh slap. She moaned around his cock, feeling it twitch when her nails grazed its underside. “Dark purple?”
She pulled away to catch her breath. “Just like you asked.”
He smirked. “You knew I would seek you out tonight, didn’t you?”
“I’m a woman with confidence.”
“And I fucking love that.”
Indy wrapped her lips around the reddish head, swirling her tongue around the crown as she pumped him in tandem with the help of both hands. Miles’ whimper sent a jolt of electricity down her spine, then she felt his cock twitch again.
“You need to stop now, or else I’ll come,” he warned.
She looked up at him through her lashes, shaking her head. The tip of his cock hit the back of her throat as he fucked her mouth relentlessly. “Fuck, Indy. This feels so good. I can’t last any longer.”
His guttural groan reverberated off the walls as he came hard, trembling and chanting her name like a prayer.
He was panting by the time she rose to her knees, his thumbs caressing her cheekbones.
“Swallow.” She loved the flush on his cheeks, the stars in his gaze—all caused by her.
She obliged, holding his gaze.
“Open.”
Sticking her tongue out, she smirked when he grabbed her jaw, grunting. Then, he spit into her mouth, and Indy moaned again. This side of him? The man who disrespected her in the sheets and treated her like a queen out of it? It was her favourite. He didn’t treat her like she was made of glass, like she’d break.
“Good girl,” he rasped as she swallowed again. “Filthy, good fucking girl.”
Miles got onto the bed, made her pivot, and placed himself behind her when they faced the full-length mirror set between two armchairs.
She stared at the reflection—at how good they looked together. Her hair mussed out because of his fingers. Her cheeks as equally flushed as his. His hands holding her hips, pressing his fingers into her porcelain skin like he wanted to embed his mark on her.
There was always a reverence in the way he touched her. The way he looked at her. It emboldened her in ways she couldn’t describe.
“Always challenging me,” he said, a bite to his tone.“Fighting me.”
“You love it.”
“And damn me if I don’t.” Pushing her hair away from her shoulder, he dotted a few kisses over the side of her neck, smiling against it. His right hand trailed down her stomach, straight to her clit. He circled it through the deep purple lace with three fingers, making Indy gasp with pleasure. “And as beautiful as you look right now, I can’t stand this fucking jersey. Take it off.”
Indy loved that downright jealous guy act. He didn’t hide the fact that he hated seeing her with another man. Indy pulled the shirt off her body, baring herself to him.
Miles’ jaw went slack as he raked his gaze over her physique from the mirror’s reflection. “Look at you. You’re absolutely perfect.”
Slipping his hand beneath the flimsy panties, he groaned at the feeling of her aroused centre. “You’re soaked. Taking my cock into your mouth makes you wet, doesn’t it?”
She gasped. “Yes.”
His fingers gathered the wetness and spread it across her clit before applying pressure over it. Indy tipped her head back against his shoulder, emitting a moan when he found the perfect rhythm that made her hips roll against his palm. With his other hand, he came to cup her breast through the bra.
Her hips jerked when he pinched her nipple.
“Your nipples get hard so fast,” he said, palming the full flesh. “And they’re so sensitive. Bet I can make you come by playing with these alone. Those piercings are so hot.”
“You’ve thought of them whilst jerking off?”
“Obviously,” he said, like it was an evidence. “These incredible tits. That ass. You.”
“Huxley,” she cried out. She could already feel the orgasm building like flames in the pit of her stomach.
“But today you’re coming on my fingers.”
He tugged the cups of her bra down and rolled her taut nipple between his fingers, then gave equal attention to the other.
Indy was a writhing and moaning mess, and when he inserted two fingers in, she blinked the stars away.
She grabbed his hand, having it exactly where she needed it as she ground over his palm, his fingers curling to hit the exact spot that made her thighs clench.
“Look in the mirror.”
This exact image was enthralling and so hot. His fingers inside her, hidden by the lace underwear. His big hand palming her heavy breasts. His dark gaze locked to hers.
“Watch how I make you come. How pretty you look.”
The moment his lips came in contact with her pulse point, she fell apart. Shaking. Crying out his name. Stilling as the orgasm crashed over her like a reckless wave.
“Beautiful when you come, baby.”
She had barely caught her breath that he flipped her over on all fours, pushing her chest into the mattress as he forced her trembling legs apart.
“What—”
“Now you’re going to come on my tongue.” He tugged her underwear to the side, his tongue instantly lapping at her drenched core. “My girl comes at least twice a night. Got it?”
She fisted the sheets, bucking her ass into his face. “Yes.”
He smirked against her, then went to leave a languid stroke from her clit to her entrance, his hands spread out on her bottom.
He devoured her with abandon, feasting on her like she was his last meal. His tongue lapped against her clit, repeatedly so, and she felt her body ready to give into another climax.
He moaned against her, the vibrations sending chills down her spine.
With a final lap against her clit, Indy came undone, whispering his name into the sheets like a sinful secret.
He knew exactly what she needed, what she liked, as he continued to suck and lick until she rode out her orgasm. Gently, he trailed kisses over her spine before hovering over her, his lips millimetres away from her ear.
She could feel his erection rubbing against her skin, and honestly, she was ready for more. But Miles wasn’t, and she was more than alright with it because when she reached behind to feel him, he gently stopped her.
“Not tonight, baby,” he murmured, kissing the corner of her mouth. “We’ve got time. We don’t have to rush, okay?”
She blushed, because no man had ever been this gentle and patient with her. “Okay.”
Miles raced fast cars for a living, yet he was everything calm and peaceful, soothing her in a way she didn’t know existed until him. He was an entire paradox, yet he simply made sense to her.
She was having him bit by bit, and it was all that mattered. But Indy’s body was burning like an inferno. She wanted to be pinned between him and the mattress—like words printed on a page—and get lost in endless, infinite circles. Wanted to whisper his name over and over, like it was the only word she’d ever known, like it was the only melody she’d ever listened to.
“You amaze me,” he whispered after turning her around and pulling her on his lap. Delicately, he brushed her hair away from her face. “Stay with me tonight.”
Indy’s heart swelled. She wanted forever with him, but for now, one night was enough. “For tonight.”
His eyes held a raw sincerity she came to love, a vulnerability she came to adore. But then, his words made her world rattle as she understood that he was finally on the same page as her. “I don’t want you for just one night anymore, Indy. You know it’s beyond that. So please, don’t go.”