Chapter 27
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Milo
We barely make it past the threshold when Sienna spins me around and pulls me into a kiss that’s all teeth, tongue, and raw hunger.
I groan into her mouth, hands locking onto her hips as I pull her flush against me so she can feel exactly how hard I’ve been for hours. She rolls her body against mine, grinding her heat right over my aching cock. The friction drags another ragged sound from deep in my throat.
“Fuck, Sienna…” I rasp against her lips.
She doesn’t answer with words. Her hands shove at my shirt, impatient and greedy, until it hits the floor. The second my chest is bare, her nails rake down my skin, sending sparks racing along every nerve.
Her thumbs tease my nipples into peaks before her mouth follows with hot, open-mouthed kisses down my throat, her teeth grazing my pulse. I tilt my head for more access.
My hands are just as restless. They roam over her, tracing the dip of her waist, the flare of her hips, the curve of her ass. I squeeze, then harder, pulling her against me again and again, unable to get close enough.
I can’t stop touching her.
Every inch of her body calls to me.
“You’ve been killing me all night,” she breathes against my neck, her voice shaky. “Milo, I’ve been… God, I can’t even think straight.”
Her confession hits me like a shot of pure lust.
I find the zipper on her crop top and drag it down slowly, savoring how the fabric parts.
It slips off her body and pools at her feet, and the skirt follows a second later.
Now she’s standing before me in nothing but that bright purple wig, a tiny thong, neon green fishnet tights, and those pink platform heels that make her legs look endless.
I can’t stop staring.
She smiles, slow and a little feral, then kicks off her heels, peels off her tights, and finally her thong. When she’s fully naked, my throat goes dry. She’s flushed everywhere, nipples tight, chest rising and falling rapidly.
The wig is next. She tosses it across the room, then sinks gracefully to her knees.
My brain goes blank instantly.
She looks up at me through thick lashes as her fingers hook into my shorts and boxer briefs, pulling them down my thighs in one rough tug. My cock springs free, heavy and throbbing.
“Look at you,” she murmurs, dragging her tongue along the underside from base to tip, circling the piercing. “So hard for me already… and leaking. I can taste how much you need this.”
She hums around the head, sucking lightly, her tongue flicking the barbell until my knees threaten to buckle. I grip the wall behind me with one hand, the other threading gently through her hair. Not guiding her—just needing to feel her.
She takes me deeper, slow and torturous, until the head bumps the back of her throat. She holds it there, her throat fluttering around me, eyes watering but locked on mine. Then she pulls off with a wet sound, gasping, spit glistening on her lips and chin.
“Such a good girl,” I rasp, my thumb brushing her lower lip. “Taking me so deep. You like choking on my cock, don’t you?”
She moans at the praise, eyes fluttering, then swallows me again. This time, she works what she can’t fit with her hand, using tight, twisting strokes. The diamond on her finger catches the moonlight with each movement, sparkling as she works me.
It’s the most alluring thing I’ve ever seen.
When she moans around my length, the vibration surges through every nerve, drawing a broken, helpless groan from my chest.
Sienna starts a steady rhythm—long, dragging pulls that let me feel every inch of her warm tongue, every flick against the piercing, every twist of her hand around my base.
Her other hand slides up my thigh and cups my balls, rolling them gently before pressing that sensitive spot behind them until white sparks explode behind my eyelids.
My hand glides from her hair to her cheek, brushing strands back from her face, then traces along her jaw and neck. I can’t stop touching her. She leans into each caress as if she needs constant skin-to-skin contact as much as I do.
My hips jerk forward involuntarily when she sucks hard on the head, her tongue flicking over the slit in mesmerizing strokes.
“Sienna… fuck,” I grit out, tipping my head back. “You keep doing that, and I’m gonna come down your throat.”
I feel her smile against me. That was her plan all along. And God fucking damn it, if that doesn’t make me lose it right then and there.
She takes me deeper, hollowing her cheeks, sucking harder. My balls tighten, my cock swelling against her tongue, and with a low, guttural groan, I come hard down her throat.
The first pulse is powerful. She swallows greedily, then pulls back just enough to catch the rest on her tongue. Thick ropes paint her face, dripping from her chin.
The sight of her marked by me is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
Before she can catch her breath, I grip her under the arms and pull her up. She comes willingly. Then I crash my mouth to hers in a deep, desperate kiss. She moans into it, pressing her cum-smeared breasts against my chest, smearing my release between us.
Her arms snake around my neck as I lift her, and she instinctively wraps her legs around my waist as I carry her to the couch.
When I lay her down, I hover above her and finally take off the ridiculous neon green wig. Then my hands explore her again because I cannot seem to get enough.
I cup her breasts, my thumbs brushing her tight nipples until she arches with a soft gasp. I pinch them lightly, then roll them between my fingers, savoring each reaction.
Breaking the kiss, my lips trail down her body—jaw, throat, chest, nipples—before settling between her thighs. I hook her legs over my shoulders and press open-mouthed kisses along her trembling skin, trailing higher until my tongue drags broad, slow strokes through her folds.
She’s soaked.
I groan at the taste of her and dive in, focusing on her clit first. I suck it between my lips while sliding two fingers deep inside her, curling them against her G-spot. Her hips buck wildly against my face.
A growl rumbles from the back of my throat, the vibration traveling straight through her. I keep going—tongue flicking, fingers thrusting, one hand reaching up to tug and roll her perfect, rosy nipple.
“I want you to ride my face, Sienna,” I growl against her pussy. “Will you be a good girl and do that? I want you to fuck my tongue until you come all over it.”
She looks at me through half-lidded, lust-filled eyes and nods. That’s all it takes for me to flip onto my back and pull her up and over me.
She straddles my face, thighs trembling as she lowers herself. The first grind is tentative, then she sinks fully, hot and wet against my mouth. I grip her ass with both hands and eat her like a starved man.
My tongue thrusts inside her, fucking her deep, then returns to her clit, sucking hard. She starts moving, grinding against my tongue, my nose, and my chin.
“That’s it, baby,” I groan into her, my voice muffled. “Look at you being a good girl riding my face. You taste so fucking sweet.”
Her arousal smears across my mouth, dripping down my jaw and neck. I can barely breathe, yet the lack of air only makes me hungrier.
“Oh my God, Milo—” she gasps between broken moans, her hips rolling desperately. “I’m so close… please don’t stop—”
Her voice cracks as she comes hard, her hips jerking wildly against my mouth.
I feel her pussy pulsing, clenching, flooding my tongue with her sweet release.
I don’t let up. I keep tongue-fucking her through every wave, licking and devouring her as my fingers dig into the soft flesh of her ass, holding her down so she has no choice but to take it all.
Her moans give way to high, broken whimpers. Her thighs quiver uncontrollably as she grinds down, riding out the last shocks of her orgasm against my tongue.
Only when her aftershocks slow and her body softens does my grip ease. I lift her gently, sliding her down my body until her dripping pussy rests against my navel, leaving a wet trail across my chest.
My hands and mouth continue their worship—pressing open-mouthed kisses along her stomach, ribs, and the undersides of her breasts, tasting the salt on her skin as she shivers and catches her breath above me.
Sienna’s hand slips between us, wrapping around my aching cock. Her fingers squeeze firmly as she starts stroking me with slow pumps. I groan deeply, hips bucking up into her fist on instinct. My hand finds the nape of her neck, pulling her down into another hungry kiss.
“One second I’m thinking about how perfect your mouth is,” she breathes between kisses, her voice soft and dazed. “The next, I’m wondering whether we should move to the bedroom or if I’m too impatient to wait that long.”
Her thumb swirls over my piercing, spreading the steady bead of pre-cum that keeps leaking for her. The slick friction tightens my abs. I kiss her harder, one hand squeezing her ass possessively while the other stays tangled in her hair, rocking her against me in time with her strokes.
“Wherever you want, baby,” I rasp against her lips, barely holding on to control. My voice is rough, strained with need. “Just keep touching me like that.”