15. Brenna
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brENNA
Show me.
Show me?!
Apparently my inner sex kitten has been activated. And all it took was Milo Hayes telling me he likes my boobs.
Milo Hayes likes my boobs.
A ripple of excitement rushes through me at that thought. Or maybe it’s the way he’s looking at me. Like I’m good enough to eat and he’s preparing to devour me. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t like this. Or that the anticipation of it isn’t killing me. Because the idea of Milo touching me— like that— equally thrills and scares the shit out of me.
“I almost don’t know where to start,” he says, his voice suddenly an octave lower than usual. He steps in closer, leaving only enough room for his arm to reach up, skimming a knuckle over my nipple. “They’re just so beautiful. Just like you.”
My knees wobble as he does it again. Pleasure shoots straight to my core with each flick, making my thoughts come in and out of focus, like a radio when you reach the end of its range. I hold my breath, not wanting him to stop, but unable to find the word to voice that he should keep going. All I can do is pray that he can telepathically understand me.
Switching from knuckle to thumb, the contrast of smooth skin to calloused pad jolts me all over again. My eyes fly shut, a single happy chuckle from Milo filling the air, swirling around me. Fuck, he knows what he’s doing. And all he’s done is toy with my nipples.
Milo rolls one nipple between two fingers, then pinches. I wince, the quick bite of pain slicing through the pleasure, almost taking away from it.
“So we don’t like that…”
Oh shit. “No, no, it’s okay?—”
“Not if you don’t like it, Bren,” he whispers, leaning down so his mouth is right next to my ear. “You reacted when I did that, and not in the way I want you to. You prefer this, huh?”
He flicks again, this time faster than before. The lightning returns to my core, and my knees wobble again. There’s no hiding my reaction, my whole body giving in to the feeling.
“That’s my girl.”
His girl. Milo has no idea how much I want to be his girl right now. Or always, come to think of it.
He continues to play, going from side to side and even doubling up at one point. I’m all but a puddle, putty in his hand, ready and willing to do whatever he wants. Milo could ask me to sign over my life savings or rob a bank and I’d do it.
“So what would happen if I did this…”
I don’t even have time to process what this could be. Milo drops his head down and has his mouth on me so fast, it has to be a land speed record. And fuuuuuuck…if I thought his fingers felt good, then I had no idea what was coming.
Hell, at the rate he’s going, it’s going to be me. I’m the one who’s going to be coming .
His tongue dances across my nipples, fluttering across them the same way his finger did, and my hands fly to his head. Partially because I want to keep him there, and partly because I need to hold on if I’m going to keep standing. God help me if he?—
“Ahh!”
Despite my grip, Milo switches sides, and then sucks. Hard. It’s all I can do to breathe. I had no idea my breasts were this sensitive. They never have been in the past. Or maybe I simply haven't been with someone as talented as Milo. Someone who cared enough about figuring out what I liked and what revved my engine.
Milo looks up at me, his blue eyes sparking in the dark, and heat rushes up my body. The July heat is strong, even at night, but it’s nothing compared to this. To all the things he and that mouth of his are making me feel. Experience.
I cry out again, but this time Milo pulls away. Confusion creeps in as he straightens up. I didn’t want him to stop, and I hope I didn’t do something to make him think I did. Although, he’s still staring me down like I’m a cold beer after a day of manual labor, so maybe not.
Wordlessly, he reaches for the button on my shorts, flicking them open. I shift, my hands reaching for them, wanting to help.
“Nuh-uh. I got this.”
And he does.
Slowly lowering the zipper, taking his time so that I feel each of the teeth unclick, Milo licks his lips. I mirror the move, unsure what else to do. I’m about to be fully on display for him. This time on purpose. And I desperately want him to like what he sees.
Strong hands dip into my shorts, lowering them. He leaves my panties in place, and I’m suddenly thankful that I wore a matching set for once in my life. Whatever the feeling was this morning that made me want to feel sexy and cute was spot-on. Good thing I listened.
I step out of my shorts, a whole new set of nerves taking over. Holy shit, I’m standing in front of Milo in nothing but my panties. He runs a hand along my side—from my ankle all the way up my body—then cups my chin. Then he leans down and kisses me.
It’s soft, gentle, and easy. The kind of kiss you give someone when you’re comfortable with them and just want to say hello. An everyday, affectionate kiss.
For me. From Milo.
“Tell me what you want, Bren,” he says.
“Wha-wh-what do you mean?”
Embarrassment takes over, forcing me to look away from Milo. He doesn’t allow me the chance to escape though. With a single finger, he directs me back to him, wrapping an arm around me and pulling me into him. He’s still wet, his sodden shorts cool against my overheated skin. His bare chest is warm though, a juxtaposition that gives me goose bumps.
“I want to know what you want. Because we’re not going to do anything that you’re not comfortable with.” He runs his thumb over my nipple again, stealing my breath. “Do you want me to continue?”
“Do you want to continue?”
Fire flashes across his face. A look so full of want and desire that it revives all of that in me.
“I’ve already told you that I’ve been fantasizing about it since I saw you playing with yourself that day. But this isn’t about what I want. This is about what you want.”
I suck in a deep breath. It’s now or never.
“You, I want you.”
A wink. That’s all I get before his mouth is on mine again and he’s yanking me against him so hard that I’m pretty sure I’d hear an audible thud if not for the sound of my pulse rushing through my veins. Hot, hard, and without abandon, Milo kisses me like his life depends on it. I return his efforts, losing myself in it. In him.
He tastes of mint, mixed with the Party Mode he had while we celebrated our egg race victory. It’s all so familiar, yet new and exciting. My whole body is on fire, wanting more of whatever this magic is.
Loosening his grip on me slightly, Milo runs his hand back down my body, leaving a trail of tingles in his wake. It’s as if my skin comes alive as he touches it, waking up for the first time from a long slumber. He doesn’t let up on the kiss though, his tongue finding mine, swiping against it, sending a new thrill through me while also distracting me from his hand.
At least until he reaches my panties.
As his fingers slip into them, toying with the lace against my skin, that’s all there is. All I can concentrate on. As if every nerve ending I have left their post, rushing between my legs in hopeful anticipation.
Milo inches closer, taking his time. My whole body shudders, my eyes closing as I try to keep my composure and stop myself from jutting my hips forward, trying to force contact. Or even worse, climbing him like a tree and humping him until I can’t breathe. But all this wanting—waiting—is too much.
“Milo,” I gasp.
“Hmmmm?”
“Please…”
I don’t have to say anything else. He knows exactly what I want. Exactly what he’s doing.
His finger finds my clit, swiping across with ease. I cry out, the extreme pleasure all too brief. I’m already so wet from all his teasing, and I know it’s not going to take long once he gets going. But Milo’s also proven that he knows how to drag this out.
He groans, his fingers continuing to explore, avoiding the bundle of nerves calling his name with each pass. I hold on to him, feeling his muscles flex in my grip. Our kisses don’t slow for a minute, keeping up with the pace of his hand. But I want more.
I wiggle my hips, trying to force it. To find that friction that I so desperately need. Milo chuckles, giving me what I want. The rough pad of his middle finger circles my clit, drawing a long cry from my lips.
“That’s my girl,” he whispers, breaking our kiss to nip at my earlobe.
The same lightning as when he flicked my nipples earlier shoots straight to my pussy, and I know that my climax isn’t far off. Milo seems to sense it too, because he pulls away briefly, adjusting his angle so he can reach down farther, nudging my thighs apart. I follow his silent direction, unable to do anything else because of this spell he’s put me under.
Sliding two fingers inside me, Milo moans, a long, drawn-out curse filling the night air. The feel of his hand hits my clit as he searches for that spot inside me. The one no one other than myself and Sherlock have been able to locate.
Until now.
Milo taps it with one of his fingers, and I come undone.
“Shit!”
I scream, my knees buckling. I grip him tighter and he wraps an arm around me to support my weight, his other arm still pressed between us, with no signs of stopping.
“That’s it,” he growls, like he’s coaching me through all these new sensations. “I’d say good girl , but I know all that does is evoke a mental image of a dinosaur, and we can’t be having that.”
There isn’t a velociraptor in the world right now. The only thing that exists is him and me and the insane amount of pleasure that is coursing through my body at his hands. Milo can call me whatever the fuck he wants. I will gladly be his good girl.
“I like when you say it,” I tell him, my voice breathy. Looking up at him, I lick my lips, locking my eyes with his. “I want to be your good girl.”
“Then do it. Be my good girl and come for me.”
He replaces the heel of his hand with his thumb, circling my clit faster than I can think. My orgasm crashes into me like a tidal wave, taking over my system. I lose control, my eyes slamming shut. I have no idea what is going on around me, lost in the ecstasy washing over me, over and over again.
Milo doesn’t give up either. He keeps going, making sure to wring every ounce of orgasm from me. I’ve never felt anything so intense in my life.
Slumping against him, I let him carry the burden of my weight as I come down from the high. His arms around me almost feel as good at what he just did, and I let myself enjoy the moment.
He kisses the top of my head, murmuring something I can’t quite make out. I know I should pull back and ask, but I don’t. I don’t want to lose this feeling.
“How you doin’ there, Bren?” he asks a minute later.
“Better than usual,” I remark, unable to suppress a giggle.
I slowly lean back, Milo’s embrace loosening but not fully letting go. He’s wearing a proud look, as he should be.
“Just when you’d gotten me all cleaned up, you go and get me dirty again.”
A shit-eating grin spreads across his face, his eyes going dark. My gut flutters at the look, my heart soaring.
“Then maybe I should clean up after myself.”
Milo’s hands are on my ass and I’m in the air in an instant. He takes three large steps, depositing me on the bench seat. Dropping down to his knees, he pins me in place with his gaze, his hands running up my legs, over my hips, and stopping at my panties.
“I’d rip these off, but they’d make a better keepsake if left intact.”
Oh, fuuuuck…
I stop breathing.
Milo has sucked out all of the air from the atmosphere and raised the temperature a million degrees in the process. A southern summer has nothing on this man.
Before I can blink, Milo rids me of the garment and spreads my legs. Hot, wet, open-mouth kisses mark the inside of my thighs as he kisses his way up each of them, as if marking me. Leaving his own personal brand. Where no man’s mouth has gone before.
“You have such a pretty pussy, Bren,” he growls. “Your tits aren’t the only thing I’ve fantasized about since I saw you. You have no idea how many times I wished I was that toy.”
I gulp, my heart in my throat. I’m so on edge that it doesn’t matter that I just had quite possibly the best orgasm of my life. I’m ready to come again from nothing but his dirty, dirty words.
“Sherlock.”
“Sherlock,” he repeats, the name so deliciously dirty on his lips. “You named your vibrator.”
I nod, watching as he licks his lips. I’m starting to think that might be his signature move, and I’m here for it. Easily the sexiest thing I have ever seen.
“Then let me put Sherlock to shame.”
He pushes my legs open farther, then Milo’s mouth covers my pussy, licking me from bottom to top. His tongue slides through my wetness, and my mind goes blank.
“Fuck!”
A loud audible bang rings out, and I can’t tell if the fireworks show has started or if that is just Milo rocking my world to the point of audio hallucinations. Either way, I don’t care.
He’s not deterred by my reaction. If anything, it’s fuel to the fire, and he focuses on my clit, his tongue moving at the speed of hummingbird wings against it. Sucking, nibbling, licking… All of his attention is focused exactly where it should be, exactly where I want—need—it with each passing second. He wasn’t kidding when he said I should see what else he can do with his mouth.
Fuck me…
And really, that’s exactly what he does. He doesn’t let up, continuing to tongue fuck me, taking me to new heights, to a level of extreme bliss I never thought possible. And then, he hums.
The vibration spreads through me like lava seeping into the cracks of broken earth as the volcano erupts. I don’t know how much longer I can hold on, ready to erupt myself. Arching my back, I thrust my hips forward, as if that’s the answer.
Milo reads my mind, knowing exactly what I’m searching for. He slides a finger in me again, his mouth trained straight on my clit, and taps. He must have the password to my body because it’s all it takes.
My own personal fireworks display sparks behind my eyelids, my body going rigid. It’s too much, sending me soaring. To the point where I can almost feel my soul leave my body for a second. My crash landing back into reality is a hard one, my limbs turning to jelly, each beat of my pulse thrumming like the bass in a stereo system.
I have to catch my breath, my head thrown back so my wet hair hangs over the side of the boat. Moving seems like too much of a chore, so I don’t. I stay put, waiting for energy to return.
Before it can, Milo scoops me up in his arms, kissing me gently. It’s the same easy, affectionate kiss as before. Only this time I can taste myself on his lips. It’s sweet, tangy, and mixes well with him.
He gets me on my feet long enough to pull his T-shirt over my head. It’s still dry since he’d removed it before we went overboard, and the soft cotton feels good against my still buzzing skin. I also like the idea of wearing his clothes way more than I want to admit.
A bright blue explosion lights up the sky, quickly followed by a red one. Milo smirks at me, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.
“Just in time. But hold on, I’ve got pillows.”
Pillows?
He makes quick work of dashing back to the cabin and grabbing a pile of pillows that had been stashed. Arranging them on a dry part of the boat floor, he removes his wet shorts, leaving him in a pair of black boxer briefs that leave nothing to the imagination. The hard bulge in the front is impressive.
“C’mere.”
He pulls me close, then lowers us to the ground. He leans against the pillows, holding me to his chest. All my muscles relax, the post sex high still in effect. Then again, with Milo’s arms around me, inhaling his manly smell with each breath, I’m not sure that it’s going to go away soon.
“Milo,” I whisper. My eyelids are heavy, and I sink into him even more. Tightening his embrace, he wraps his legs around mine, cocooning me in.
“Yeah?”
I yawn, the steady, even rise and fall of his chest matching the movement of the boat. I search my brain, trying to figure out what I was going to say. Only, I can’t find it. I try to mutter something, but I’m not even sure that the words fully form .
The lull of the night starts to take over, and the only thing that matters is being curled up against this man. Listening to his heartbeat, knowing that even if only for tonight, he’s mine. That these arms are where I belong.
So that’s where I stay.