Chapter 49
Chapter Forty-Nine
Sienna
The villa door barely clicks shut behind us before the rest of the world fades away.
Milo turns to face me, his tux jacket already gone, tie loosened, and sleeves rolled up to reveal those strong forearms. Moonlight slices across his face, turning his eyes dark and hungry. My heart kicks hard against my ribs.
“Hot tub?” I ask, my voice a little breathless from hours of nonstop dancing and from how utterly hot he looks right now.
His mouth curves into that slow, devastating smile. “Thought you’d never ask.”
We step out onto the deck. Steam already rises from the bubbling water, glowing soft and silvery in the moonlight. I reach for the zipper at the back of my dress, but Milo gently catches my wrist.
“Let me,” he murmurs, his voice low and rough.
He turns me slowly, his fingers brushing down my spine as he lowers the zipper.
The fabric falls to the ground with a soft whoosh as the cool night air kisses my flushed skin.
Without a second thought, I unhook my strapless bra and let it fall, then slide my thong down my legs and step out of the pile of blue chiffon, completely naked now, my heart hammering twice as hard as before.
Milo’s breath catches audibly as his gaze drags over every inch of me—slow, reverent, and burning. “Fuck, Sienna…”
Then he strips just as fast, shedding the rest of his clothes until he’s naked before me too. All hard lines, golden skin, and that thick, heavy cock already half-hard, the piercings glinting in the moonlight. The sight makes my mouth water.
We step into the hot tub together, the warm water enveloping us as bubbles tease our skin.
I sink onto the bench, the jets massaging my back.
Milo sits beside me, then pulls me straight onto his lap until I’m straddling him.
My breasts brush his chest, and my core presses against his length. The contact sends sparks through me.
For a long moment, we just look at each other. Then Milo’s hands settle on my hips beneath the water, his thumbs tracing soothing circles. His eyes are soft yet intense, as if he’s seeing every hidden part of me.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs, his voice low and rough around the edges.
“You’ve been saying that a lot tonight…”
“Because it’s true,” he replies, his hand reaching up to tuck a stray curl behind my ear. “Every time I look at you, you somehow get more beautiful.”
My cheeks heat. I lean in, pressing closer until my nipples brush his chest. “Do you remember our first night in the hot tub?”
He nods, eyes searching mine. “I do...”
“Well…” I trace my fingers along the planes of his chest, feeling his heartbeat thunder beneath my palm. “My brain has finally caught up.”
It takes him half a second to understand what I’m saying. Then his eyes go molten, and he crashes his mouth into mine.
The kiss is hungry and desperate, as if he’s been holding back forever.
His hands glide up my back, pulling me closer until there’s nothing between us but warm water and heat.
I moan into his mouth, threading my fingers through his hair and tug gently.
He groans at the contact, the sound rolling through me like thunder.
I can feel every inch of him—the hard length of his cock trapped between us, the cool metal of his piercings brushing my skin. The way his body trembles slightly beneath my touch. My mind is spinning, spiraling, desperate for his touch.
This man has cracked me open in ways I never expected, and I cannot control myself around him.
Kissing him harder, I slide my tongue against his and grind down, gasping as the cool metal of his piercing drags over my clit.
His hands are all over me—cupping my ass, sliding up my ribs, thumbs brushing the undersides of my breasts like he’s memorizing every inch of me.
When he finally cups one fully, rolling my nipple between his fingers with perfect pressure, I arch into him with a broken whimper.
“You’re so sensitive tonight,” he murmurs against my lips, smiling softly, his eyes full of hunger. “I love it. I love you like this.”
I hum in agreement and kiss him more deeply, pouring everything I feel into it.
He breaks the kiss and trails his mouth down my neck, sucking lightly before closing his lips around my nipple. The wet heat of his tongue makes me cry out. Then two thick fingers push inside me, curling perfectly against that spot that always undoes me.
“Milo…” I rock against his hand, chasing the pleasure as my fingers thread through his hair.
He switches sides, lavishing the same devoted attention on my other breast—sucking it into his mouth, tongue flicking and swirling around the sensitive peak while his fingers thrust slowly and deeply. Then his thumb slowly finds my clit, circling with devastating gentleness.
“Please,” I whimper, blindly reaching down to grip his wrist, needing him closer, deeper. “I’m so close.”
“You’re so tight,” he whispers reverently against my skin, his voice thick with emotion.
“So fucking beautiful. I can feel how badly you need this, baby. How much you’ve been wanting me…
I’ve been right there with you.” His lips brush my nipple as he speaks.
“You’re going to come so hard for me, aren’t you? Let me feel it.”
“Y-yes,” I moan, trembling. “Don’t… please, don’t stop.”
He doesn’t. He keeps thrusting, curling in a steady, perfect rhythm until the pleasure coils impossibly tight. The water splashes warmly around us as I shatter, thighs shaking, his name tearing from my lips in a broken moan.
Milo works me through every pulsing wave, kissing me softly and murmuring praise and love against my skin as I come down in his arms.
I’m still panting when I slide off his lap and settle between his spread thighs. His cock is hard, flushed, and jutting. Even now, he looks at me like I’m the most beautiful thing in the world.
“My turn,” I whisper, looking up at him through my lashes, my hand resting lightly on his thigh.
His fingers thread gently through my hair, his thumb stroking my cheek. “Sienna… you don’t have to, baby. I just want to take care of you.”
I don’t answer in words, and that gives him all the answers he needs.
He settles onto the edge of the hot tub, thighs spread, eyes locked on mine as I lean forward and press a soft kiss to the head of his cock before taking him deeper.
I swirl my tongue around the piercing, then around the sensitive tip, savoring him.
He groans, head falling back, but his hand remains gentle in my hair.
I take him further, relaxing my throat until he nudges the back of it, then I hum around him with pure affection. The vibration draws a deep, broken sound from his chest, making my thighs squeeze together.
“That mouth of yours—fuck, baby, you’re everything.”
I pull back slowly, dragging my tongue along every vein, then push forward again. Hollowing my cheeks, I suck with devotion, one hand stroking the base in tight twists while the other gently rolls his heavy balls.
Milo’s head drops back with a deep moan, yet his eyes keep finding mine, dark with love and raw need.
“You suck my cock so well, baby,” he rasps, his voice full of wonder. “Look at you… so goddamn fucking beautiful. You’re taking every inch like such a good girl.”
The praise melts me. I take him deeper, swallowing around him until my nose brushes his skin, my throat fluttering. Tears of effort and emotion prick my eyes. I hold there for a few heart fluttering moments before pulling back with a wet gasp, strings of saliva linking us.
He growls, his fingers tightening just a little in my hair. “Keep going like that, and I’m gonna come down your throat, baby.”
“That’s the plan,” I purr, my voice husky as I look up at him through tear-streaked eyes. “I want you to lose it down my throat, but not yet.”
His eyes darken with pure hunger. “You want my cum down your throat, Sienna? Want me to paint that pretty tongue white?”
I nod, licking my lips slowly.
“You’re fucking killing me, baby,” he rasps, his fingers flexing in my hair. “Fuck me. You’re a dream come true.”
The words send a fresh surge of heat between my thighs.
My mouth is on him again instantly, my cheeks hollowing with every bob. Every time his abs tighten, and his hips start to thrust, I slow down or pull off completely, stroking him with long, firm twists as my tongue flicks teasingly over his piercing.
I edge him with slow, torturous strokes, swirling my tongue around his piercing, sucking gently, then pulling back to tease the leaking head. His thighs shake, his breathing turns ragged, but his eyes never leave mine.
“Sienna… please,” he finally begs, his voice wrecked. “I need you. Let me fill that pretty mouth of yours, baby.”
I shake my head slightly, smiling around him, and take him deep and relentlessly—throat working, tongue lashing his piercing, hand pumping in perfect rhythm. His hips rock shallowly, fucking my mouth with desperate restraint.
“Fuck—Sienna—right there—don’t you dare stop—”
I moan around him, which pushes him over the edge.
He pulls out with a guttural groan of my name. Thick ropes of cum splash across my tongue and lips. I keep stroking him, angling him so the rest paints my breasts in hot, pearly streaks that drip over my nipples.
Milo watches with dark, hooded eyes brimming with awe and possession. When the last shudder fades, he hauls me onto his lap and kisses me deeply, messily, tasting himself on my tongue. His hands tenderly knead and spread his release over my skin, his thumbs brushing my nipples until I whimper.
“You’re fucking incredible,” he growls softly against my lips. “My beautiful girl. Look at you dripping with my cum.” He kisses me again, slower, sweeter. “I’m nowhere near done with you tonight, Sienna. I want to worship every inch of you.”
I smile, breathless and aching, my heart full as I grind slowly against him. “Good. Because I’m just getting started with you too.”