Chapter 21
Chapter Twenty-One
Sienna
My orgasm still rolls through me in slow, shuddering aftershocks as Milo kisses his way back up my body.
His mouth is hot and reverent against my skin, his tongue tracing every inch of my stomach, ribs, and the sensitive underside of my breasts. Each press of his lips sends sparks racing across my skin. My thighs still shake uncontrollably.
I can’t believe this is real.
The man I’ve secretly ached for is now half-naked, worshipping me like I’m the only woman on earth.
When he finally reaches my mouth, the kiss is deep and possessive. I taste myself on his tongue and moan into him, my fingers threading through his wet hair.
His cock presses hard and heavy between us, pulsing against my stomach.
Milo breaks the kiss, resting his forehead against mine, breathing raggedly. “Tell me to stop, Sienna,” he rasps. “Tell me right now, and I’ll stop. We can go back, wait to be rescued, and pretend this never happened. But if we keep going… fuck, baby, I won't be able to hold back.”
I shake my head, eyes locked on his. “I don’t want you to stop. I want you to fuck me, Milo.”
Something wild, relieved, and almost feral flashes across his face.
He kisses me roughly this time.
His mouth crashes down on mine, his tongue sweeping in desperately, claiming me with deep, demanding strokes. I moan into the kiss. He groans in response, the sound vibrating through my chest.
When he finally pulls back just enough to breathe, his lips are swollen, eyes glassy with lust. He rests his forehead against mine, panting.
“You have no idea how much you’ve teased me over the last few days,” he whispers roughly. “How badly I’ve wanted you.”
I tug him back down for another searing kiss, whispering against his mouth, “Then stop talking and fuck me already.”
A low, guttural groan erupts from his throat.
He rises to his full height, his eyes never leaving mine as he hooks his thumbs into his shorts and shoves them down. His cock springs free—thick, long, and flushed pink. The curved metal at the tip catches the light.
My mouth goes completely dry, and my pussy clenches hard at the sight.
He notices the way I’m staring and slowly smirks, wrapping a hand around the thick base to stroke himself once, then twice. “Like what you see, baby?”
I can’t stop looking at it.
“You have a piercing…” My eyes widen as I spot a second barbell near the base. “Two! You have two piercings.”
Milo steps between my spread thighs, crowding me as he still slowly strokes himself. I stare, practically salivating.
“Prince Albert,” he says, his voice rough with lust. “Got it years ago.” His thumb brushes over the curved barbell at the tip that’s already glistening. “This one at the base is newer. I’ve been fantasizing about how it would grind against your clit while I’m buried deep inside you.”
Lord fucking help me.
I shiver hard, a full-body tremble that leaves me weak. I never expected Milo to be such a filthy talker, but God, it’s working. I’m aching, empty, and dripping for him.
He lowers himself over me, one hand braced beside me, the other still lazily stroking himself between us.
“Condom,” he says, jaw tight as if it physically pains him. “I don’t have one. I wasn’t exactly planning to finally fuck the woman I’ve been obsessed with while stranded in the jungle.”
I cup his face in both hands and pull him close, our lips nearly touching. “I’m on birth control,” I whisper. “Have been for years. I’ve always been careful—never not used condoms. I’m clean.”
He exhales shakily, forehead dropping to mine. His cock twitches hard between our bodies. “I’m clean too. Never gone bare before. Not once,” his voice drops lower. “Fuck, Sienna. You have no idea what you’re offering me.”
We stare at each other, breathing hard as the waterfall roars around us. The moment feels heavy and important, as if we’re standing on the edge of a cliff, ready to take the leap.
Then I say the words that feel like jumping off that cliff with him.
“I want you bare,” I whisper, my voice trembling with need. “I want to feel all of you.”
His eyes blaze with heat. “Fuck, Sienna. You’re going to kill me.”
A playful smile tugs at my lips. “Can you fuck me before you die, though? I feel like we’re wasting valuable dick-in-vagina time.”
Milo lets out a dark chuckle, then kisses me hard, deep, and consuming. At the same time, the blunt, pierced head of his cock nudges against my entrance, its cool metal kissing my overheated flesh.
I whimper into his mouth, hips rolling instinctively, trying to pull him inside me.
He pulls back and looks at me, one hand gripping my hip hard, the other braced beside my head. “Tell me if it’s too much. I’m not small, Sienna. I need you to talk to me the whole time. Promise me.”
“I promise,” I pant, trembling with need. “Please, Milo. I need you inside me right now.”
He pushes in slowly. The blunt, pierced head stretches me open, and my nails dig into his shoulders.
“One,” he rasps against my mouth, his eyes locked on mine. “Count with me, Sienna. Count every inch as I split this tight pussy open.”
My eyes fly open. Oh my God, he wants me to count them? To feel every thick inch of him as he sinks into me and stretches me to oblivion.
“Two.” He breathes, sliding in another thick inch. The piercing drags along my inner walls, arching my back off the throw.
“Three.” I whimper, the word tumbling out on a broken moan.
“Four,” he groans, pushing deeper, jaw clenched, sweat mixing with the mist on his forehead. “Fuck. Keep counting like the good girl you are, Sienna.”
“Five.” I cry out as he sinks another inch deeper. Euphoria explodes through me, white-hot. I’m so wet I can hear the slick sound as his hips roll to adjust.
“Six,” he growls, his voice rougher. “Look at you taking me. More than halfway in and your pretty pussy is already squeezing like it never wants me to leave.”
“Seven.” I gasp, my eyes rolling back. The fullness is overwhelming now, my walls fluttering wildly around him.
“Eight,” he rasps, his voice strained with restraint as his forehead presses against mine. “Eight inches buried in this perfect pussy. You’re doing so well, baby. Taking me like you were made for it. One more inch. Count it with me, Sienna.”
“Nine.” We moan together as he finally bottoms out, his hips flush against mine. The last inch slides home, and the curved barbell at his base grinds deliciously against my clit, making it spasm beneath his touch.
“You feel like heaven,” he whispers, his voice strained. “I can feel every flutter around my cock.”
He stays buried for a few heartbeats, letting me adjust, both of us breathing hard. I can feel him pulsing inside me, and it has my walls clenching around him like a vise.
A few more seconds pass before I roll my hips into him.
“Move, Milo,” I beg. “Please. I need you to move.”
He starts thrusting—slow and deep at first, then harder, more intense. The wet slap of skin-on-skin echoes through the alcove, blending with the roar of the waterfall. Each stroke drags the piercing along my walls and grinds the barbell's base against my clit.
“Fuck, Sienna,” he groans. “So fucking tight around my cock. This pussy was made for me, wasn’t it?”
My nipples are tight, aching peaks from his words alone.
Milo leans down, sucking one of my nipples into his mouth while his hand works the other, pinching and rolling. The dual sensation has me crying out.
Without warning, he hooks one of my legs over his shoulder, folding me further. The new angle lets him sink even deeper inside me.
“Oh my God—” I cry out as he hits a new, devastating spot.
“That’s it,” he growls, pounding into me harder. “Take it just like that. Fuck. You’re taking every inch like such a good girl.”
The position is intense. He’s so deep it borders on too much, yet the pleasure is blinding. His piercing rubs my G-spot with every powerful thrust as the base barbell grinds relentlessly against my clit.
“I’m close,” I whimper, my voice breaking. “Milo, I’m so fucking close—”
“Not yet,” he says, shaking his head, a wicked glint in his eyes. “I want to watch you ride my cock when you come.”
Suddenly, he’s flipping us so I’m straddling him, his thick cock still buried deep inside me. The new angle forces him even deeper, pulling a loud, broken moan from my throat. I brace my hands on his broad chest, trying to steady myself.
“Ride me,” he growls, his hands gripping my hips with bruising strength. “Show me how badly you want this cock, baby. Use me. Take what you need.”
I don’t need to be told twice.
I start moving, grinding down on him in slow, tight circles. The piercing at the base of his cock rubs perfectly against my swollen clit with each roll of my hips, sending sharp sparks of pleasure through me.
Milo sits up slightly, leaning back against the rock, and immediately latches onto my nipple. He sucks so hard I see stars, his tongue flicking roughly as his fingers pinch and tug the other.
“Your tits are perfect,” he groans around my nipple, his voice muffled and rough. “Look at these pretty nipples… so hard for me.”
His words ignite a fire in me.
I ride him harder, faster, sliding up and down his thick length with shameless desperation. The wet, obscene sounds of my pussy taking every inch echo through the alcove. My clit throbs as the pressure in my stomach coils tighter and tighter.
“That’s it, baby,” he pants, his eyes wild and lips swollen from sucking on my nipples.
“Ride my cock. Use me like the desperate little slut you are. Fuck, you look so pretty like this—tits bouncing, that greedy pussy swallowing every inch of me. That’s my good girl.
Look at you fucking yourself on my cock. ”
His filthy words send shivers skimming across my skin. Looking at him, you’d never guess he has a mouth like this. The contrast is insane—quiet, controlled Milo on the outside, but the second he’s buried inside me, he becomes this dirty, commanding man who knows exactly how to make me lose my mind.
And fuck me in every position—I’m dying over it. The way his voice drops to a rough growl when he says those words, while his cock stretches me so perfectly… It’s doing dangerous things to my already scrambled brain.
I never knew I needed to be spoken to like this until now. Never knew this combination of filthy praise and degradation, mixed with his controlled exterior, would turn me into a whimpering, soaking mess so fast.
“Too much, Milo… oh God, I can’t—”
“You can,” he assures me, his voice dark and rough. “You’re going to come for me again, aren’t you, pretty girl?”
The command is almost enough to make me lose control.
One of his hands leaves my breast and travels down my body until his thumb finds my swollen, oversensitive clit. He rubs tight, firm circles, and the triple sensation—his cock stretching me, the piercing dragging against my G-spot, and his thumb on my clit—is almost too much.
“You can do it,” he encourages me, his voice rough as his hips thrust up, meeting mine. “Let me feel you come all over my cock. Be a good girl and soak me.”
The filthy praise is what pushes me over the edge.
I come hard, screaming his name as my walls clamp down around him, pulsing and gushing. My vision whites out, and my entire body shakes violently as waves crash through me.
Milo doesn’t slow down. He keeps fucking me through it with deep, powerful thrusts, drawing out my orgasm until I’m shaking, oversensitive, and begging incoherently.
He flips us again before I can catch my breath, hooks my legs around his waist, and pounds back into me relentlessly. The new angle hits spots I didn’t even know existed.
“Fuck—Milo!” I cry out as my nails dig into his back.
His rhythm becomes punishing, each thrust deep and relentless. My head lolls to the side, eyes rolling back as a galaxy erupts behind my eyelids.
Milo grips my chin firmly, turning my face back to his. “Eyes on me,” he demands, his voice rough and commanding. “I want to see your pretty face when I come deep inside this sweet pussy.”
I force my eyes open, locking onto his storm-gray gaze. The intensity of his gaze steals what little breath I have left.
“Come inside me,” I beg, my voice hoarse and desperate. “Please, Milo. I want to feel you come inside me.”
“That’s it,” he groans, his hips slamming into me harder. “Look at me as I fill you up. Take every last fucking drop like the good girl you are.”
The raw eye contact, combined with his filthy words and the relentless drag of his piercing against my walls, pushes me over the edge once more.
I come a second time with a shattered scream, my walls spasming around him.
Milo buries himself to the hilt with a broken roar of my name.
I feel every hot, thick pulse as he comes deep inside me, filling me completely.
His hips jerk against mine as he grinds the piercing against my most sensitive spots, riding out his orgasm without ever breaking eye contact.
We stay locked together, panting and trembling, foreheads pressed close as the waterfall roars around us like it’s celebrating.
Slowly, he lowers my legs and withdraws carefully.
I whimper at the loss, but he’s already gathering me into his arms and turning me gently so I’m curled against his chest. He kisses me softly, reverently—on my lips, my forehead, my temple—his hands stroking my sides, back, and face like he can’t stop touching me.
“Fuck,” he whispers against my lips, his voice hoarse. “That was…”
“Yeah,” I breathe, pressing my face into his neck, completely spent. “It really was.”
I curl deeper into his chest, listening to his racing heartbeat beneath the waterfall’s cool mist, knowing we’ve just crossed a line we can never cross back.
And I’ve never been happier about anything.