Miller
Her body molded to mine, and I surrounded myself in the scent of peaches—in the scent of her. I didn’t understand what had happened tonight besides both our dates being awful, but something was wrong.
“What is the matter with me?” she asked, pulling away from my embrace and furiously wiping underneath her eyes where a rogue tear threatened to slip down her cheek. “Never mind, Miller, don’t answer that. I’m going to try to sleep. Thanks for coming over to say bye. You can show yourself out, yeah? I’ll see you later.”
She trailed her hands up my chest and pressed a light kiss to the side of my lips as my hands grazed the top of her ass. Lingering a moment more than normal, her lips continued a maddening trek to the other side of my mouth. The kiss wasn’t full-on, but I still felt the searing heat in my bones. The softness of her lips mixed with her small palms on my chest had my heart racing and my head dizzy, desperate for every part of her she’d give me.
I took a shaky breath, ready to list all the reasons she deserved someone to treasure her—someone who would build her up, not drag her down. Someone so much better than any of those douches online. I could throw together a PowerPoint presentation complete with cited sources if that was what it took to get her to see how fucking amazing every part of her was. But Emma didn’t wait for me to respond, already turning on her heel and padding toward her bedroom with her arms wrapped securely around herself.
As I ran my hands through my hair, my mind was at war with itself. A part of me wanted to hightail it out of here and speed back to the party, praying that ass-wipe felt the business end of my fist. I wasn’t a violent man, mostly relying on jokes and sarcastic comments to get through each day, but seeing the wetness glistening in her eyes, knowing she thought the fault was with her, had me seeing red.
No one deserved to feel this way—especially her. She was everything that was good and kind, deserving of someone who stood by her side, lifting her up when she needed it. Someone who would drop everything to spend time with her, and someone who didn’t mind a midnight trip for mint chocolate chip Italian ice, knowing it was a surefire way to brighten her day.
The bedroom door wasn’t closed completely, allowing a sliver of light to escape from the space. I followed her, making my way down the hallway without a conscious thought other than knowing I couldn’t leave her like this—no matter how much I wanted to punch that chuckle-fuck in the jaw. A sad smile teased her lips as I pushed the door open and took her in, standing in front of her full-length mirror.
She turned to face me, pulling the halo of curls surrounding her head into a loose bun and securing it with a hair tie.
“There is nothing wrong with you, Emma. It’s those idiots you’re seeing—they’re not worth your time.”
“You say that because you have to. As my friend, you have a moral obligation to boost me up.”
I smiled, watching as she matched my expression. The smile didn’t meet her eyes, and it broke something inside of me to see her like this.
“Well, I don’t exactly consider being here an obligation.”
“I thought you’d leave.”
“Did you want me to?” I asked, leaning against the doorframe.
Her lips barely twitched, but I caught the coy smile and how her chest flushed with heat as she shook her head. I pushed off the frame and stalked to her, grabbing the knot of her short robe and tugging her flush against me. She sucked in a breath as I palmed her breast through the silk fabric, weighing the sensitive flesh in my hand before squeezing.
I watched as her nipple pebbled before brushing my thumb over the hardened nub. Her eyes closed, but her mouth remained parted, and her breathing turned rapid as I tugged one nipple, then the other, between my thumb and forefinger. Leaning forward, I brushed my lips against her jaw, then turned her so her back pressed into my front.
My tongue traced a path across her neck before I pulled one delicate earlobe between my teeth, sucking hard.
“What do you need?” I anchored one hand on the belt of her robe. I toyed with the knot, letting my fingers dance along the silk. Her reflection in the mirror showed blown pupils and blushed skin, and I held myself back from ripping the fabric from her shoulders to claim her like my body craved.
This isn’t about me.
This was about her—building back every brick that fuck-stick dared to knock from her psyche. Her eyes closed, and I pulled her firmer against me before latching on to her neck and lavishing the spot with my tongue and teeth. My lips weren’t gentle as I sucked, and a possessive need shot through my nerves, knowing I needed to see my marks on her skin.
Sheneeded to see my marks on her. She needed to know, beyond anything we’d ever shared, that she deserved someone better than all her shitty dates combined. She’d find him eventually, but tonight, that someone could be me.
“What do you need?” I prompted again, releasing the skin with a pop and feeling a zing of pride zip down my spine as I stared at the raised, marred flesh.
“You.”
I chuckled into her neck, tasting her skin and running my nose along her cheek. “You have me. Tell me what to do, Emma.”
She sank farther into me, and I knew there wasn’t a chance she couldn’t feel the hard length of my cock against her back. “What do you need?” she answered, flipping the narrative and meeting my eyes in the mirror. I considered the question as I watched her. The fact that she even thought of my needs after her night had a surge of love coursing through my veins.
The sensation was better than any drink, better than any drug. Knowing Emma Freaking James had my pleasure in the forefront of her mind was enough for me to latch on to her neck again, sucking the skin between my teeth. I felt her nails scratch my scalp before she tugged—hard. I broke away, staring at her wide eyes and blown pupils.
You,I wanted to say, locking eyes with her. I wanted to scream the word, shout it from the rooftops. I wanted to bury my face between her legs and lap her pussy until it quenched my thirst, and she was pliant under my touch and tongue. I wanted her writhing, so consumed with pleasure that I’d become the center of her world, and everything else was pushed out of her mind.
I pinched her nipple, tugging hard until a moan slipped from her lips, and she rested her head on my chest. My hands drifted down her stomach, back to the robe, and I pulled until the knot slipped free and it fell open, exposing her bare breasts to the cool air. Her purple silk panties made my mouth water, and I groaned against her neck, pinching and twisting both nipples in time with her shallow breaths.
“Are those for me?” I asked, as the desire I felt for her threatened to burst through my skin, demanding I pick her up so she’d wrap her legs around my waist, and I could press her back against the wall and slide into her tight heat. She held my gaze in the mirror as my touches went from aggressive to tender, barely dragging my fingertips across her pert nipples.
“No. These were for me.” I furrowed my brow at her words, admiring how the silk threads looked against her sun-toned skin. “But I left them on for you. Make me forget, Miller. Forget everything but you.”
I sucked in a breath, catching her hand and placing it on her stomach. Together, our hands slid down toward her panties, and I knew there’d be a wet spot when she widened her stance. A flicker—a silent question—passed over her features as I helped her trace her slit with her fingers.
“I want the only thing on your lips to be my name. I want my mark on your skin, and my come running down your thighs.”
I’d never spoken to her like that before. Sure, we were both vocal, and I loved dirty talk, but this was something else. This was a primal, desperate urge to keep her for myself—forever.
What?
“Miller,” she rasped, the words ragged on her tongue.
Perhaps my possessive streak was rearing its head, or I needed to cleanse myself of having Celeste draped over me all night. Deep down, I knew it was something more. Something was shifting within the confines of our relationship. Ripping apart and molding itself into something different. Not necessarily better because it was still composed of the same raw material—just different.
Evolving.
That was something we should all do, right? Grow and change, developing deeper emotions and connections as we move through life, but my hard-on was not up to the challenge of complex thoughts. Not when Emma’s legs went on for miles, and her curvy, round hips looked desperate for my touch. With her pressed this tightly to me, I could feel the warmth radiating from her body.
“Show me,” I breathed, tightening my other hand on her waist. I felt her sharp intake of breath as she shuddered, and when she didn’t immediately comply, I grew desperate. I leaned down, tracing the mark on her neck with my tongue and sucking on the shell of her ear. “Please, Emma. I want to watch.”
She whimpered as I let go of her wrist, biting her lower lip and not looking away as I stared at her in the mirror. So slowly I’d almost convinced myself I’d die before she got there, she moved her hand over the front of her panties and circled her clit.
I didn’t dare so much as breathe as I watched, knowing I was privy to something secret and scandalous. Her fingers continued their slow, tantalizing circles as she trailed her other hand up her stomach and palmed her breast, pressing her thumb against her nipple before pinching it. Her breath hitched with the sensation, and I almost came in my pants like a horny teenager watching.
“Good fucking girl.” I was enraptured watching her, and still couldn’t help the words as they spilled from my lips. Her mouth ticked up with the barest smile as I pressed a kiss to her jaw. “Show me what you like. How you get yourself off. What all those fuckers will never get to see because they don’t deserve you.”
My skin prickled as I watched her. The way her teeth dug into her lower lip, highlighting that perfectly round little spot where the bow of her smile met in the middle.
Breathtaking.
She stared at me, nodding as her fingers rubbed tight circles against the silk fabric of her panties. A dark spot was clearly visible, and my mouth watered, knowing how good she tasted. A deep moan broke from her lips at my words, and she ground her palm against herself before moving her panties aside and sliding one finger between her lips.
I bit the inside of my cheek, tasting the metallic tang of blood as I willed myself not to distract her with my painfully hard cock. Perhaps she had a direct connection to my thoughts because she pushed her ass into my groin, grinding her hips as she chased her pleasure. I thrust against her, watching as she added a second finger, and her eyes fluttered shut.
The grip I had on her hips intensified as I squeezed until she opened her eyes, locking them back with mine. She’d eased herself into a steady rhythm, pressing the heel of her hand against her clit as two fingers pumped inside her pussy. My breath faltered as I watched, my fingers itching to touch every inch of visible skin on her glorious body.
“That’s it, baby. Make yourself come. Get yourself off for me.”
She released another cry, this one louder and laced with desire as her pace increased, like my words were edging her on. Her cheeks flushed, but she didn’t look away as she brought herself closer, eyes locked on mine in the mirror. She pushed against me again, rolling her hips to meet her palm, panting and moaning with the intensity of her movements.
I saw the moment she let go and her orgasm hit. She groaned, fingers stilling inside of her as she rocked and bucked, tensing with the movements. “That’s it,” I whispered against her skin as she sagged backward. I banded an arm around her front, holding her close while her fingers stayed buried inside her pussy. Her eyes fluttered closed as her breathing slowed. I watched the pulse in her neck, filled with the desire to latch on to the spot and make the bruise deeper, feeling her heartbeat.
“Again.”
Her eyes snapped open, still hazy from the orgasm that racked her body. We stared at each other. The only sounds in her bedroom were the harsh inhalation and exhalation of our bodies. I was certain she’d say no, but my eyes widened as she slid her fingers from her pussy and brushed them against her clit. She hissed with the sensation, and I caught her hand, unable to resist the glistening digits.
I held her gaze and sucked her release from each finger. My tongue caressed her hand, licking every drop. “Give me another. Please.” I heard the desperation in my voice, but I couldn’t care less. I wasn’t above begging for the chance to watch her fall apart. I’d do it all night if she’d let me—holding her close while she chased her pleasure, just to see how much she could wring from her body.
Slowly, while keeping that bottom lip between her teeth, she slid her purple panties down her hips, letting them pool on the floor. I released my grip on her waist long enough to grab the scrap of lace and hold it to my face. Tart peaches and arousal filled my lungs, and I groaned, shoving the fabric in my pocket before grabbing her hip again.
The short robe hung useless from her shoulders, and I nudged the fabric until it slipped off.
“More?” she questioned, trailing the hand I wasn’t grasping along her stomach and in between her breasts. I nodded, unable to form a coherent thought, as I stared at her hand. “Then touch me, Miller.”
She covered the hand I had fisted by her side and dragged it up, so we’d cup her breast. I bit down on her earlobe and pinched her nipple, making her roll her hips against my cock. The pace she settled on this time was faster—erratic. She chased her orgasm with a fierce intensity, rubbing tight circles around her clit and bucking her hips. I basked in her courage to take the pleasure she craved, removing the hand on her hip so I could cup both breasts. I rolled her nipples between my fingers, tugging and pulling in time with her breaths.
“That’s it. You’re fucking beautiful. You know that, right, baby? You deserve someone who will get on his knees and worship your body. Look at how sexy you are, flushed and panting. Come on, Emma. Show me how hard you can come before I stuff you full of my cock.”
I panted, mesmerized as she touched herself. With one final caress of her nipples, a scream bursts from her lips, and she came again. Her entire body shuddered with the force of her orgasm, and I thrust my cock against her ass. I wanted to pause this moment, burning it into my brain so I’d never forget her harsh breath and flushed skin.
I needed her with a desire I couldn’t place. The feeling coursed through my veins, threatening to explode from every nerve ending if I couldn’t have her. I ripped the robe from her shoulders, tossing it across the room before scooping her up below her knees and laying her on the center of the bed.
She reached for me, eyes still glassy from pleasure, but I paused, pulling my shirt over my head and undoing my belt and slacks. My clothes landed somewhere in the room as I crawled up her body, my cock bouncing against my stomach, ready to be sheathed inside her.
“Again?” I asked—I begged, as she gaped at me, mouth open and panting. Her legs widened, and I shamelessly rubbed my cock through her wetness, groaning with the sensation of our bodies almost joined. The head of my cock bumped against her clit, and she bucked, hissing with how sensitive her flesh was.
I lowered my chin, licking my lips as I rocked back to my knees, fisting my cock and staring at her pussy. “Let me.”
Her eyes widened, and she nodded, hands going back to knead her breasts. Before she could articulate another syllable, I dove in, licking the tender, swollen flesh between her legs. I flattened my tongue against her clit, putting both hands under her so I could maneuver her closer to my mouth. As soon as my tongue tasted the remnants of her release, I became ravenous. Desperate. Lapping her thighs, her clit, and thrusting my tongue inside of her, imagining it was my cock.
Pleas and cries tumbled from her mouth, and she fisted my hair, yanking the strands as she thrust against my face. The sharp sting spurred me on, and I pushed two fingers inside her, curling them toward her front wall to reach the spot I knew would make her see stars. I felt her tense as she wrapped her legs around my head so there was nothing but her pussy surrounding me.
I wanted to do this to her again and again, then bury myself in her tight heat as she screamed my name.
“Oh, Miller. Please. Please. Don’t stop. Never felt this good.”
I raised my brows and looked at her, pinching her nipples with one hand while she’d propped her elbow on the bed so she could watch me lick her. There was nothing more beautiful than her, at this moment, hair a mess with curls plastered to her forehead. Her body tensed as I sucked her clit between my teeth, flicking my tongue against it as fast as I could.
She came with a cry and my name on her lips, riding my face like a fucking good girl as another orgasm overtook her body. Harsh pants fell from her lips, and she let go, throwing herself flat on the bed. I nuzzled her pussy, licking every inch of her with broad strokes until she hissed and bucked her hips.
I smirked from between her legs, resting my head on her thigh and squeezing her ass. “One more, baby.”
She huffed, propping herself on her elbow and using the other hand to run through my hair. She pulled, gentler than last time, and I sat back on my knees, smiling. A light sheen of sweat covered her body, and her breasts and neck were covered with red marks—fucking perfect.
“As amazing as this is, I think you’ve wrung me dry.”
I leaned down, kissing her inner thigh and licking toward her breasts, stopping to dip into her belly button, causing her to giggle and tug my hair again. I buried my face between her tits, sucking one nipple into my mouth, then the other, loving how she pushed her chest forward to meet my lips.
“Are you sure you can’t give me one more?” She opened her mouth, hesitating long enough for me to smirk and lean down, nibbling on her pulse point. Delirious. I was delirious with lust—wanting to give her more, to see her break for me—even at the cost of my own cock. It was rock hard, but I’d fuck my hand in the bathroom, thinking of her, if she was too wrung out after I’d given her another.
She lay back and opened her arms, reaching for me as I willingly came to her, closing the distance between us so I could taste her lips. Her mouth molded to mine, and she whimpered, licking my top lip so I’d open my mouth and let her tongue dance with mine.
“Miller,” she gasped, breaking the kiss and pushing a hand between our bodies. My cock jumped as her hand pumped slowly, and I couldn’t help the moan or how I moved against her to relieve the ache. She pushed, and I sat up, watching as she opened the bedside drawer and grabbed a condom. Ripping it open, she sheathed it over me, gripping the base hard enough for me to thrust into her hand.
“You’re welcome to try.” A devious smirk overtook her features as she jostled me between her legs and lifted her hips, the intent clear. I rolled against her, and for a fleeting second, I longed to rip the condom off and feel her bare skin connected to mine. No barriers. Just the two of us—like it should be.
“Please. Miller.”
I leaned down, drawing her mouth to mine as she wrapped a leg around my hip. Slotting my cock against her entrance, I pushed in slowly, knowing how sensitive she must be, and groaned. We moved together, her nails scratching my back and already on the brink of release. She met me thrust for thrust, urging me deeper, harder as our breaths mingled, and I lavished my tongue over any spot I could reach.
“One more?” I asked, pleading. Her eyes danced in the light, and she nodded.
“Yes. Fuck. Miller. Yes. Please. Let me feel you. All of you. Make me come.”
“Yeah?” I brought our bodies together again and again, feeling my orgasm approaching as her walls fluttered around me. The feel of her body pressed to mine was almost too much, but I kept going, kept thrusting, knowing I could get her off again. “One more. I need one more. Come on my cock. Let me feel you.”
She tightened around me, her legs around my waist, squeezing me so hard my thrusts became erratic. Another cry escaped her lips, this one broken and raspy as her nails dug into my back. The orgasm ripped through her body as a litany of curses and pleas fell from her lips.
Finally, I welcomed my release, the force of my orgasm turning the room blurry and making bright spots dance in my vision. The intensity was so fierce that all I could do was bury my face into the crook of her neck and hold on.
We collapsed in a heap of tangled limbs and mingled breaths, and for a fleeting second, I couldn’t tell where she ended and I began. I pulled her close as she looked at me, eyes heavy with sleep. She shifted closer, legs coiled with me as I pulled a blanket over us.
She slowly blinked and rested her head on my chest as I squeezed, not caring that there was a very real possibility of choking on her hair in my sleep. “Stay?”
We shared a glance, something profound stirring in my body and burying itself deep into my core. A lazy smile drew across my face as I leaned forward and pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Yeah, baby.”
“Good.” Her eyes drifted closed, and I soon followed, slipping into a dreamless sleep with her in my arms—like she belonged there.