44. Millie
Millie
Sun peeked through the curtains of Strike’s bedroom the next day.
Millie was back in what was becoming her favourite position: on her side with Strike spooning her. He held her tight, and his thumb stroked leisurely beneath her breasts. She wiggled her bum against his erection.
“Morning, baby,” he murmured, his lips brushing her ear. “You snore like my grandad.”
“What?” she shouted, competing with the seagulls squawking outside her window.
His chuckles were infectious. After the night’s revelations, it was as if another of the walls that imprisoned him had fallen away. She jumped on him, straddling his leg. “I know where you’re ticklish. You’ve forgotten I know your weaknesses.”
As she reached for his hips, his hands curled around her wrists. “You know my ticklish spots, but I know where to touch you to turn you on.”
“Someone woke up horny.”
“Says the woman who ground her ass into my dick all night.”
“I didn’t. Did I?”
“Like you were desperate for my cock. Where do you want it? In your mouth or somewhere else?” he growled.
Her face heated as he smirked. “Wherever you tell me to take it.”
She held her hand to her lips, waiting for judgment, but instead, he pinned her hands behind her back.
“You don’t need to be scared to tell me your fantasies. That’s why we have a safe word. And if you want to discuss anything before we do it, tell me, because I’ll only go as far as you want us to.” He sucked her neck. “Okay?”
“Okay.” Millie ground herself against his thigh, groaning at the friction against her clit. “I want to try everything with you. Hard fucking, but soft and gentle, too.”
She rode his thigh as he stared, his eyes wide with awe.
“Are you using me to get yourself off?”
“Maybe.”
“There’s no maybe about it. And you’re already fucking wet for me.”
“I’ve been wet for you since you shouted at me to get in the cupboard at your parents’ house.”
“Then come on my leg while I watch. Give me what I need.”
“No,” she moaned, although she continued to ride his thick thigh.
“No?” His hands gripped her tighter. “Would you prefer it if I tied these wrists together so you have to use your thighs to balance while you perform for me? Your tits bouncing so close to my mouth that I have to bite your nipples?”
At her whimpers, he smiled devilishly.
Millie locked his stare and lowered her voice. “I want you inside me.”
His lips quirked with satisfaction, and his eyes darkened. “Are you ready for me?” His tongue flicked out, and he licked his lips.
She swallowed as he studied her. “I’ve had you before, remember?”
He flipped them so she was underneath him. She was already panting.
“You haven’t had me,” he replied with a voice so low it crept through her veins, turning blood to fire. “I was an eighteen-year-old before. Now, I’m a man who will give you everything you deserve until you can only breathe my name.”
Air whooshed from her mouth.
He kissed down her body. His mouth blessed her skin as he licked and sucked her.
His fingers played with one nipple while lavishing the other.
She writhed as he pleasured her flesh. His mouth continued its journey toward her pussy, and she pushed her pelvis to meet it.
After a growl, he blew on her clit, making her cry out.
He’d gone down on her the night before he left, but this was different. He paused, observing her, testing her.
“Are you going to make me beg?”
“No, because you’d like it too much.” He smirked. “I’ve learnt how to play with you from the best.”
She froze.
“There’s never been anyone else,” he answered in a rush. “I’ve read all the books you recommended and learnt a lot of techniques. I’ve spent years listening to what you like.”
She pulled his head up and kissed him hard on the mouth. His pupils were so dilated that she could have fallen in them and never returned. “You meant it before when you said you’ve not had sex with anyone but me?”
As he winced, she raised an eyebrow. He was so fucking cute even when worried. “Does that put you off?”
“Does it put you off that you’re the only person I’ve been with?”
“No. You’re mine and always have been,” he said as she wrapped her legs around his waist. “And you’re fucking hungry for me, aren’t you?”
She nodded.
He grinned as he pulled away and returned to where he was before. “That’s my girl.”
He feathered kisses across her hips before repeating the same touch to her inner thighs.
His teeth grazed her skin, and she squealed.
“Make all the fucking noises you can. You’re my wife, remember, and we want our neighbours to believe we’re a honeymoon couple,” he teased. He thumbed her clit. She was putty in his hands, desperate for his touch. “I bet your cunt is so fucking tight.”
A jolt of arousal gripped her body. How dirty could he be when he let loose?
He licked closer and closer to her pussy, blowing on it between moans. She spasmed as the air chilled her. Each moment was a tease ramping up the anticipation. Wetness pooled between her legs, but it didn’t make him move any faster.
“Please,” she moaned. The tip of his tongue circled her clit. Arousal coursed through her blood. She gave a shuddering breath. As her legs trembled, he smiled up at her, a fire in his eyes, before dropping his head back to her pussy.
She was drowsy with desire, focusing all her energy on breathing.
His finger slid inside her pussy, and his thumb brushed her clit. She gasped, and her body jumped. She shoved her hands against his buzz cut, scratching his scalp to ground herself. He thrust two fingers quickly inside her, his mouth never leaving her clit.
He mastered her body and made her cry out as he pumped his fingers inside her. She squeezed her thighs to make him move faster and wiggled her hips to force him deeper.
She was close already, and it wouldn’t take much more to push her over the edge. Cool air replaced his mouth as he lifted it from her clit.
She screamed in anguish.
The reprimanding glance he gave in return sent her pulse racing. “You’re going to come on my fingers, and then you’re going to ride me like I’ve fantasised. You’ll take all of me.”
He returned to lapping her clit while thrusting his fingers. Pressure built in her belly. It was as if her stomach was in knots, desperate for the release to send her soaring.
She pressed her head into the pillow, not wanting the moment to end yet desperate to climax.
Suddenly, he pushed deep and grazed her clit with his teeth, snapping the last ties keeping her from what she wanted. She screamed his name, climaxing against him. Her thighs shook around his head, and he squeezed each of her nipples.
She drowned under the swells of her orgasm, and he held on to her as she cried out, her body pinned to the bed by his massive hands. Her newfound trust in him was overwhelming.
As she gasped and sucked in air, he climbed up her body, kissing her skin. She swallowed repeatedly as she tried to regain calm. Her mouth was dry and her hair a mess, but he stared at her like she was the biggest prize.
“Fucking beautiful,” he whispered as his lips fluttered against her body.
“Now it’s your turn.” Her words were a mumbled rasp. At his quirked eyebrow, she added, “I get to ride you.”
She palmed his cock with nervousness and excitement. “You’re bigger than I remember.”
“I’ll be gentle. Take what you can manage,” Strike replied.
“I need all of you.”
His face twisted with urgency, and he jerked in her hand.
“Do you have condoms?” she asked.
“Will you judge me for picking some up after I found you in town in the coffee shop?”
Millie shook her head, her beaming smile eclipsing her face. “Always my prepared bodyguard.”
“I got lube at the pharmacy, too.” He pulled the items from the bedside drawer.
“Too fucking perfect. Your instincts?”
“My dreams.” His grin was accompanied by a blush so adorable that something more than arousal filled her.
He lay on his back and handed her the condom. “Put this on me so I can watch your hands on my dick.”
She slid the condom down his erection. He thrust into her hand as she stroked lube down his dick.
“You feel so good already,” he growled.
She bit her lip. She wanted him in her mouth. She squeezed the head of his cock, distracted as she ground herself against his thigh and imagined him pulsing against her tongue.
“I love how you’re touching me, but if you don’t ride my dick right now, I’m flipping you over and fucking you the way naughty girls get fucked.”
“Your cock is distracting.” It jerked against her palm.
“Then let me make this easy for you. If you don’t straddle me in five seconds,” he growled, “I’m tying you up and edging you until you’re a soaking begging mess. Do you understand?”
She nodded keenly.
“Five, four,” he counted down as she positioned his dick at her entrance. She wanted to test him and make him do the things he promised, press all his buttons, but she’d already waited too long to have him inside her.
“Three, two.”
Millie pumped him one more time before slipping him inside her.
“One,” he groaned
She gasped for breath as he filled her. Her hips attempted to grind before she was ready. She was desperate for him.
“So wet, so tight,” he panted when he was in.
“Sit up,” she demanded. “I want to kiss you. We have spent years not kissing, and I want your mouth on mine as we fuck.”
He hissed as he moved upwards. With his arm across her back, he held her against him while thrusting inside her. “Arms around my neck.”
She obeyed as she rode him. His skin burned hers as their rhythms synced. “Tell me how much you need this.”
The pleasure filling her as he kissed her chest and neck made her moan loud enough to worry the neighbourhood.
“Deeper,” she cried out.
He pounded her faster as he bit and sucked her neck, marking her flesh. She pumped her thighs, squeezing her butt in time with the jerks of his body.
Whenever she was close, he slowed them, but he never stopped holding her close.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he said as he thrust a hand in her hair, pulling her head to his and kissing her aggressively.
Her tongue tangled with his as he continued to own her body. His pulsing biceps and pecs rippling against her skin drove her arousal higher.
The urge to come fought against the need for endless pleasure. Sweat dripped between their bodies, and when she cupped his face, he gripped her arse with both hands and pulled him onto her again and again.
He dug his fingers into her flesh, hinting he was close. Her orgasm was on the cusp of exploding as each thrust of her hips met a push of his pelvis. His cock pushed deeper and deeper.
She held on tight as she kissed him with years of repressed desires.
He released her from the kiss to growl, “I’ve fantasised about you like this for ten years. I want to come inside you.”
His grip on her butt tightened, and she kissed him hard, her tongue inside his mouth. Her body shook, and arousal filled her veins. Her orgasm exploded. It rushed through her, and she pulled him close and screamed into his mouth.
He came, too, his heat deep inside her. She rode it out, pumping softer and softer until her limbs relaxed, and he fell against the pillow. She went with him, their bodies still entwined and his hands holding her close.
Eventually, he ditched the condom. As she rested against his chest, she saw the tattoo on his thigh that she’d caught a glimpse of nights earlier.
She traced it with her finger. “Is this a—”
“Tattoo of a sunset.”
“When did you get it?” she asked, scooting down the bed for a better look.
“Seven years ago on my twenty-first birthday,” he replied as she studied it.
“But that was two years after you last saw me. Do you have other tattoos?”
He stroked her hair as she kissed his tattoo.
“No. That’s it. I was sent away to fight and wanted a physical memory of you.
I was scared of what would happen in the Special Forces.
I wouldn’t be allowed to carry personal items during some of those missions.
I’d heard of people captured and knew if that happened to me, I’d need a part of you with me. ”
“Me?”
“Yes. When I was captured, before I left the army, I spent hours staring at this tattoo. You got me through it. I had you with me always.”
“Oh.”
“I never expected you to see it. I’m sorry if it’s too much.”
“It’s not too much. It’s perfect.”
“Good, because I’m obsessed with you, Sunset. I always have been.”