23. Miles #2
They watched her practice six times. They ran her against the same list as the others. She’s in the window, and I’m the one who put her there by watching her too closely.
I need to keep her safe. I need to protect her. Maybe being closer to her is the best way to keep her safe.
She turns, her legs hitting my lower back, she opens her eyes, and her lips curl into a small smile. She crawls forward on her knees until she’s right in front of me.
“Is everything okay?” she whispers, her voice soft and sleep-rough.
I cup the side of her face with one gloved hand, my thumb brushing her cheek.
“I want to keep you safe, baby,” I tell her, the distorted voice is low and rough. “There’s something coming, something you don’t understand yet. I can’t let them touch you, you’re everything to me. Do you understand that?”
She searches the mask like she can see through it. Then she climbs onto my lap, straddling me, her fingers sliding into my short hair at the back of my neck, it’s the only part of me she can reach beneath the mask. The light touch sends heat straight down my spine.
“I want to know who you are,” she says, barely above a whisper.
“I can’t tell you, baby.” My hands rest on her hips, holding her like she might disappear. “Not yet, not if it keeps you safe. You’re the only thing that matters to me, everything else can burn.”
She lifts the bottom edge of the mask just enough to expose my mouth. Her fingertip traces my lower lip, soft and curious. Then she pulls her tank top over her head and drops it to the floor. She’s bare in front of me, her nipples tight from the cool air, and her eyes are dark with want.
She kisses me which turns hungry fast. She shifts off my lap, drops to her knees between my legs, and unzips me with steady hands. She looks up at me and smiles, there is nothing there which will say I’m Miles, and right now this is what I want, her on her knees for me.
The second her warm mouth closes around my cock I groan, through the modulator.
“Fuck, baby… just like that.” She takes me deep, sucking hard, her tongue working the underside while her hand strokes what she can’t fit. The wet heat of her mouth is devastating. I fist a hand in her hair and guide her, but she sets the pace, fast, eager, and determined to take everything.
She pulls back just long enough to look up at me through her lashes.
“I want it all,” she breathes against the head of my cock before swallowing me down again.
I let her work me for long, aching minutes, each suck, each lick, the slide of her tongue, the tight suction of her lips, and the soft, wet sounds she makes as she takes me deeper, are bringing me closer. When I’m throbbing on the edge, I pull her up and onto my lap again.
“Come here, baby. Let me feel you.”
She sinks down onto me in one slow motion. The tight, wet heat of her makes my head fall back.
“Fuck, that’s it,” I groan. “Take all of me. You’re perfect. You’re everything.”
She starts riding me, rolling her hips, taking me deep with every downward stroke.
Her hands slip under my t-shirt, her palms sliding over my stomach and chest, exploring the skin she can’t see.
She never tries to pull the fabric up, she just touches, maps my body, and claims what she can reach while she rides me harder, faster, her breath coming in soft, broken moans against my neck.
I grip her hips and meet every thrust, driving up into her as she sinks down. The wet sound of her taking me fills the quiet room.
“You’re mine, baby,” I growl against her ear. “Every part of you. I’ll burn the whole fucking world down before I let anyone hurt you.”
She digs her nails into my sides under the shirt and comes with a choked cry, her walls clamping around me in tight, rhythmic pulses.
I don’t stop.
I flip her onto her back, hook her legs over my shoulders, and drive into her even deeper.
The new angle makes her gasp and clutch at my arms. I fuck her hard and slow at first, then faster, the headboard knocking softly against the wall with every thrust. Her hands stay under my shirt the whole time, her fingers splayed across my back, feeling every muscle as I move inside her.
“Look at me,” I demand, my voice rough through the mask. “You’re everything. You’re the only thing that matters. Come for me again, baby. Let me feel how much you need this.”
She comes again with a broken moan, tighter, and wetter, shaking beneath me. Only then do I let go, burying myself deep and spilling into her with a low, guttural sound, my hips jerking as I fill her.
I stay inside her for a long moment, breathing hard through the mask, my forehead resting against hers. My hands stroke slow, reverent circles on her bare back.
“You’re everything,” I whisper again. “And I’m going to keep you safe. No matter what it costs.”
She’s still in danger. But right now, at this moment, she’s safe in my arms and I’ll burn the entire network down before I let them take her.
“I’m yours, are you…”
“All yours. No one else touches me but you,” I tell her.
She sits up, and sits on top of me, and smiles. “Then let me touch you.” Her fingers move at the bottom of my t-shirt, but I quickly stop her. She’s seen my robotic owl tattoo. I can't let her see it yet. “Not fair, you get to see my naked…”
“And fuck do you look sexy when you are.” I pinch her nipple making her moan, as she bites her bottom lip. My hand moves down her stomach, then to her clit. “How many times do you think I can make you come?”
She giggles, shaking her head. “Only one way to find out.” She leans down and kisses me, and I flip her around and get ready to have a night where I get to make my sexy girl scream for me.