Chapter 22You don’t have to last for me, baby #2
When I’m done riding his face and moaning his praise, I slide down his torso, leaving a streak of wet pussy down his ribcage.
“Now,” I smile, still trying to catch my breath as I crush my mouth onto his, sucking myself off his tongue.
“Enjoy that plug while I fuck you hard, okay baby?” I let my tongue traverse his bottom lip before I take an aggressive kiss from him.
Then, I sink down on my favorite thing of his, and I ride.
“ Fuuuck! ” he groans out, feral and loud.
I’ve never heard him like that before. Caged, he was calm.
On his back, while I fucked him missionary and watched him fill with utter happiness as he filled my hand, he was still so tender.
This version of Miller, the one who’s been plugged all day, is tortured, ravenous, feral.
Definitely aching, probably leaking, and after going down on me for fifteen minutes, definitely struggling.
“You don’t have to last for me, baby. You’ve been a good boy. Cum when it feels good. Just cum and enjoy it.”
“Laney,” he bleats, his immense hands grabbing at my hips and thighs as I bob over him, sucking him inside of me over and over.
Reaching behind, I slide my hand between his thighs and find the plug tucked securely inside of him. Giving it a wiggle, then applying pressure, Miller slides forward on the bed with a merciful cry, moaning out that he can’t hold back anymore.
“Let it go, baby. Cum. Cum for me. Let it feel so good,” I purr down at him, trying as hard as I can not to have my second orgasm before he has his first. But the way he trembles and sweats beneath me, how his ass tightens and sucks up the plug a little more each time I push it– “you’re such a good boy, give me what I want, baby.
Fill me up,” I hear the words melt off my lips and drizzle over him as my pussy seizes around his rigid, veiny cock, my orgasm taking control now.
“Fuck!” he shouts as the first rip tide of warmth rockets through my lower half, spreading through my core like warm sand. His cock flexes as he fills me with his cum from beneath.
I keep my eyes on Miller as I ride out my orgasm, rolling my hips, tightening my legs, clenching my ass, doing all that I can to feel every single moment of it before it’s gone.
When we’re both finally sated and spent, we share the spot in front of the bathroom sink with just the shower light on, passing a towel between us, wiping and cleaning.
I wrap my arm around his chest, press my sweaty breasts to his back, and kiss my way down the slope of his shoulder as my fingers pinch the end of the plug gently.
As I lie kisses on his warm, flushed skin, I whisper, “relax.” He does, and with a short tug, I remove the plug as he grips the side of the sink, eyes closed, Miller completely lost to my hands on his body.
“That was so hot,” he says as he watches me wash and rinse the toy in the basin of the sink.
“Yeah?” I ask. “Would you want to do plug-play again?”
He leans down, and all I can smell is his tangy, cedar scent. The smell of a freshly showered man whose just broken a light sweat as he orgasmed. So. Fucking. Hot. With his lips along my throat, he kisses and whispers, “hell, yes.”
After we finish cleaning up, Miller takes me to the couch, where he brings me the chocolate-covered strawberries from earlier. He brings champagne, water, and chips too, because there isn’t a time in my life when chips didn’t sound good.
He strokes the tops of my feet as I nibble on berries, and I get lost in both the sharp and soft edges of his profile and how the TV images flicker against his skin. He’s beautiful. He’s a man’s man but a woman’s lover, and he’s truly a unicorn. My unicorn.
“Hey,” I say, wiggling my foot to bring his attention back to me.
“Hey,” he says, flicking off the news. “Were you just watching me?”
I hold up a strawberry. “Snack and a show, what can I say?” I wink, but just the subtle pass of his hands up my calves as he smiles at me makes my insides burn. But I do have a question.
“Can I ask you something?”
He nods, positioning himself to partially face me with a leg pulled up on the couch, partially bent. “Of course.”
I swallow around the nerves because this is a great fucking night. I don’t want to ruin it by putting him in a bad emotional space. But he did express that he wants to communicate, no matter what. So, I bite my bottom lip before blurting my question.
“Do you forgive them?” I swallow again, trying to gauge his reaction, but his face is impassive. “Your parents, I mean.”
He blinks as his roaming hands slow to a stop. “Yes.”
“How–” I start, but the question coming next doesn’t need to be asked. He smiles softly, and his hands resume their tender and sensual kneading of my bare feet.
“I used to be insecure and think that everyone who didn’t want me or didn’t love me did so because I wasn’t what they wanted me to be.
” He gives a silly grin, trying to lighten the emotional weight of the story.
“Then I met this vixen who taught me that once I have confidence in who I am, everything else will fall into place.”
My eyes fill. I never thought a corny line would work on me, but it turns out when the truth is sweeter than a strawberry cruller, and it’s coming from a God of a man, that’ll make any baddie cry.
“Hey,” he says, sitting up suddenly. He swipes the wide pad of his thumb beneath my eyes, wearing a broad smile. “I can’t believe I forgot, but I have something to tell you, and you won’t want to be crying for it.”
I giggle, wiping away the rest of my tears. “You mean, you have some sort of surprise, and you almost forgot?” I like teasing him. He places my feet on the couch as he stands, webbing his fingers together in front of me. I blink up at him as I grin. “Are you giving a presentation or something?”
“Ha, ha,” he deadpans, still grinning. “And I only temporarily forgot because the whole butt plug thing putting me on edge all day. ”
I nod. “Yeah, I can see how that would make you forget pretty much everything else.”
He nods. “Pretty much. But the strawberries and champagne, were from Beck and Goldie. They knew tonight was supposed to be special and a big deal for you, and they thought I needed to do more than rent your favorite movie and make pizzas.”
“I love the pizza and movie idea, though. You didn’t have to do more.”
He holds up a hand to stop me. “I know. I know that you would have loved what I had planned, but I also know that they’re right– I’m not used to making things as special as they should be, but I’ll learn.
” He swallows, and his eyes cloud with emotion.
“Laney, I’m gonna be the best boyfriend to you.
I’m gonna do all the stereotypical cheesy shit, and I’m probably gonna go overboard sometimes, but… let me.”
What he doesn’t say comes through loud and clear. I nod. He needs to live through everything he’s felt he missed, and I think both of us know this isn’t a temporary relationship. If he wants to do all the corny dating things, he better do it before we’re… engaged.
I suck in a breath as I realize I’m likely staring at my future husband.
The man who will fill me with cum until I’m having his babies, the man who will hold my hand while I push, the man who will lift a sleeping infant off my breast and take it to bed.
The man who will scrape my windshield and hold my hand, kiss my neck and give me his entire body to play with.
“I love you,” I say quickly, just wanting the words out there between us while he’s in such a vulnerable state.
He grins, and I can see the words have softened him.
“Whatever you’re going to say, don’t be nervous, okay?”
He nods. “I just hope you’re happy.” Then, he launches into a five-minute speech.
A speech where he tells me that he didn’t just convince Beau to pay for my automotive schooling and let me have my choice of mentors while undergoing my apprenticeship at Kings but that he convinced Beau to put me through a secondary program after I graduate, one where I work on EVs exclusively with Kings.
I’d be the only one certified so, in theory, as the program grew, I could oversee it and train others…
all with time and experience, of course.
He promised me up and down–and Miller’s word means something–that Beau didn’t need convincing.
He was on board instantly and loved the idea of me bringing a new EV program to Kings, as Beau himself is basically a Tesla fangirl.
When he’s done explaining everything, he feeds his fingers through his hair, pulling at the ends.
“I hope I didn't overstep. I just… I don’t want you to wait forever to have what you want from life.” His lopsided smile makes my insides flip.
“I know what that’s like, and it just ends up feeling like time lost.”
I don’t know how to thank him, and I know words aren’t good enough, but they’re a start. I get to my feet, rise onto my toes, and pull his handsome face to mine. “Thank you. I love you. I am so beyond lucky to be loved by you.” I swallow hoarsely. “Thank you so much.”
After we talk through some of the details and I’m sufficiently excited and emotional, Miller and I go back to bed, where I give him many, many rewards with my mouth.
We fall asleep sticky, sweaty, naked, and happy.