33. Will
CHAPTER 33
Will
“ S ay it again,” I say to Millie.
“I’ve already said it once,” she grumbles.
I stalk over to her, leaving a few inches between us. “Say. It. Again.”
“I hate you,” she says with a chuckle.
My mouth finds her neck and I bite.
“I love you,” Millie yelps.
I laugh and my lips meet hers with enough force to send us falling over onto the bed. Somehow we stay connected, in tune with one another.
I kiss her like she’s all I’ve ever known. All I’ve wanted to know.
“I can’t believe you tried to break up with me,” I say between kisses.
She pushes on my shoulder until I give her time to say what’s on her mind.
“I thought it was a good idea at the time. We need to talk, you know. I’m still mad at you.”
“You’re mad at me,” I deadpan.
“I’m mad at you,” Millie confirms.
I decide to ignore what she’s saying and instead mutter, “You have too many clothes on.”
“Will, I’m serious.” She pouts.
“God, you’re adorable, Millie Mae.”
I reach for my glasses to take them off, but she pauses to say, “Leave them on.”
I accept her request and dip my head to kiss her jaw. She doesn’t push me away. Not that I expected her to, but she’s feeling a lot of conflicting emotions right now.
“If you want me to stop now,” I say, moving to the other side of her jaw as she leans her head to the side to give me more room, clearly enjoying this, “you better tell me.”
“Why now?” The words blur together as they leave her lips. Yeah, she’s enjoying this.
Thank fuck she’s wearing a tank top, so I’m able to kiss the tops of her collarbones.
“Because I’m five seconds away from ripping this shirt off.”
Millie laughs, but I’m serious.
“Four.”
Her hands palm at my back, her nails leaving marks.
“Three.”
She moans. It’s my favorite sound, coaxing a grunt out of my mouth as I kiss her breast over the fabric of her shirt.
“Two.”
I switch breasts and bring my other hand to tease her nipple. Her back arches.
“One.”
Thankful for the thin material, her shirt rips with ease. Millie gasps and curses my name, but I don’t give her time to say anything more. I bring my mouth to hers once more. I devour her, in every sense, knowing that this is a forever kind of love. Knowing that she feels the same and won’t let me go, as much as I tend to push her away .
I tease the band of her pants, glad she decided to wear leggings tonight.
Millie grips the back of my head, pulling me closer even though there’s barely a centimeter between us. My hand slips below her waistband, and I push through the tight fabric until I find her soaked pussy.
“Fuck, Millie,” I mutter. “So fucking wet for me.”
My tongue dances with hers, savoring every moment we have together, feeling the need to be even closer. I let my fingers dip into her center. One digit, two, three, until she’s melting into me from the pressure.
“Faster.” Millie lifts her hips as I curl my fingers, fucking her while she kisses me hard.
But I slow instead, eliciting a long groan from Millie.
“Will,” she drawls my name, trying to push herself onto me.
“Patience, Rose. I know what you need.” I keep my movements slow and calculated.
She huffs and moans but settles back on the bed. I lean over her as I slowly finger her and kiss her. I take my time, wanting to savor what’s in front of me. My thumb finds her clit, and Millie moans into my mouth.
Our breaths mesh as I quicken my pace again, working her closer to her orgasm.
“Yes, like that,” Millie says. “Fuck, yes. Faster, Will. More.”
This time I listen, giving her what she needs, what she craves.
“Good girl, Millie,” I praise as she screams my name, her thighs shaking under me as she comes undone. “God, look at you. Are you ready for my cock?”
Millie hums and places her hand over my shorts, gripping what she can through the fabric.
I push off her to stand. When I’m about to take off my shorts, Millie is in front of me, her fingers looped around the waistband, and she does it for me. Within a moment, my length is down her throat. I throw my head back, my hand instinctively going to the back of her head. She doesn’t waste any time.
There are words to describe how I’m feeling, things I want to say to Millie, but I can't find them. The only thing I’m able to do is moan as she takes every inch in her mouth. It’s barely been a few minutes when I stop her, knowing that if I let her go any longer, we won’t be able to go any further for a while. I’ll be tapped out.
“Come here,” I say to her.
She keeps going, fluttering her lashes closed.
“God, fuck, Millie, please ,” I say, trying to reach for her chin to pull her to me.
Millie hollows her cheeks as she slowly pulls her head back, her hand replacing her mouth as she stands to meet me.
“Hi.” Millie licks her lips, a sheepish smile on display, knowing she almost got me to finish in record time.
“Hi, love.”
I grip her jaw with my hands, bringing my mouth to hers. I could kiss her a million times and never get tired of how she feels wrapped in my arms. I hate that I went years without this, without her.
We kiss as we move onto the bed, her hands moving to wrap around my waist. Millie lays on her back, and I lean over to grab a condom from the side table.
I tear the wrapper and slide it over my length, Millie watching my every move. I lay next to her and she rolls onto her side, throwing a leg over my hip, and positioning her entrance over my cock.
She leans in and kisses me as I push into her slowly. With Millie, everything is different. I’m already close to finishing; having her naked in my arms is enough to drive me over the edge.
Add in the small moans coming from her mouth and the way she whispers my name, and I’m ready to lose it.
Millie rocks her hips in tandem with mine, opening her legs wider for a deeper thrust .
“God, you feel so good wrapped around my cock, Millie,” I say into her neck as I pepper kisses, being careful not to leave any visible hickeys. Her hand grips my biceps as I thrust into her over and over again. She was fucking made for me.
“I’m going to roll us over,” I say so Millie can unhook her leg from around me.
Once I’m on top, I lift her legs to rest on my shoulder, then press my fingers to her clit, drawing tiny circles, to help her reach another orgasm. Millie tries to drop her legs, but I hold them there, pounding into her faster, feeling my own relief coming. She takes over for me, touching herself, and fuck, that nearly does it for me.
“Tell me when you’re close,” I say through gritted teeth, still thrusting fast and hard. My hand grips her thigh, likely leaving marks, but I don’t care at this point.
“I’m there,” Millie says with a moan. “I’m close.”
“God, yes, Millie,” I say as we finish, her coming over the edge right before me.
I pull out and kiss her on the forehead.
“Stay here,” I say. “I’ll be right back.”
I get off the bed and walk into the bathroom, pulling the condom off and disposing it in the trash. I grab two washcloths from under the sink and run them under the warm water. I use one to clean myself off, throw that in the hamper, then bring the other to Millie.
Her eyes are closed when I get there. It gives me a moment to stare, to appreciate, to take in all of her. The girl of my dreams naked in my damn bed. I don’t blame her for storming over here to end things. It’s not like I gave her a lot of reasons to trust me in the first place. Our foundation was already cracking, and it didn’t take much to bring doubt into whatever our relationship is.
I walk over to the bed and carefully climb in next to her. She stirs where she lays and opens her eyes, the corners of her mouth creating a smile that makes me feel like I’m the only one in the world that has had the pleasure to see her like this. Millie holds out her hand for the cloth, but I shake my head.
“Let me,” I say and bring it to her pussy, cleaning the mess we made.
“I have to get up anyway, Will, to go pee, you know. You didn’t have to do this,” she mutters, half asleep, but that’s all the arguing she does.
“Let me be nice to you.”
“You’re always nice to me,” Millie says as she moves to sit. She gives me a kiss on the cheek, then takes the cloth from my hand as she hops off the bed and strolls over to the bathroom.
“Well, you know, there was a time where I had to be nice to you. You were the mean older sister,” I say loud enough she hears me from the other room. My underwear is in front of me on the floor, so I lean over to grab them and put them back on.
“The mean older sister? Excuse you.” Millie tries to glare at me as she walks back to the bed. She stops by the side to pull on her underwear. “Can I borrow a t-shirt? Someone ripped my shirt.”
My cheeks heat at the memory even though it was only earlier tonight. “Wow, that someone must be strong.”
“Mm, strong, handsome, good with his hands…” Millie trails off as she pulls an old Willow Pines t-shirt over her head. It’s been well worn, as it’s my go-to shirt whenever I’m homesick. And surprisingly, I was homesick more than I thought I’d be.
“You’re a funny one, Millie Mae.” I chuckle. “Come to bed.”