Chapter 34
THIRTY-FOUR
After our near miss at the breakfast table a few days ago, I promised myself I’d behave.
That while, yes, I’d committed to playing the part of her rebound fling in public, I was going to keep it clean behind closed doors.
I was going to build my wall and I was going to hide behind it like a little bitch because fucking Millie Blackwell isn’t a complication I can afford.
My resolve went out the fucking window the second I spotted her on the beach, getting manhandled by the same dickhead I saw stalking her at the bar when she came looking for me the other night. After that, fucking Millie Blackwell became a foregone conclusion.
Lowering her foot to the bed, I turn away from her to make my way to the open side of the cabana.
Drawing the mesh curtains along their tracks, I close them on about a dozen people on the beach who are pretending not to watch us.
Our fight is going to be public knowledge by nightfall.
That’s okay. So is what’s about to happen next.
When I turn back around, Millie is kneeling on the bed, watching me, so goddamned beautiful, I can feel it in my chest. “Are you ready for your mission?”
When I say it, her forehead crumples slightly. “My mission?”
“Mission… consequence… whatever you want to call it.” Making my way back to her, I stop at the foot of the bed. “You insulted me, Princess—you’re gonna have to pay for that.”
“You said I didn’t.” She runs the tip of her tongue along the curve of her lower lip while she shakes her head. “Last night, you said—”
“I lied.” Lifting a hand, I point at the center of the bed. “I want you on your knees—right there.”
She hesitates—eyes wide. Cheeks flushed. Nipples pebbled against the thin fabric of her bikini top—but only for a moment before she’s moving across the bed to kneel in the spot I’m pointing at. “Dean—” She turns her head to watch me as I move to the side of the bed.
“They can’t see us,” I assure her while I crawl onto the bed. “But they’ll hear everything so you’re going to have to be quiet.” Kneeling behind her, her calves bracketed by mine, I lean in close to press a kiss against the slope of her bare shoulder. “Do you think you can do that for me?”
“Yes…” She nods, breath coming in shallow, ragged gasps. “I can do that.”
“It’s not a big deal,” I remind her quietly, fingers skimming along the length of her spine.
Finding the ties holding her bikini top together, I give one set a pull and then the other.
Letting it fall away, I lift my hands, cupping her bare breasts from behind, the weight of them in my palms going straight to my cock.
“Not if we don’t make it a big deal—say it. ”
Like I gave her permission, Millie’s entire body relaxes into mine.
Her hips press back, head falling against my shoulder on a soft, desperate whimper while I fondle her breasts, teasing her stiff, swollen nipples.
Turning her head to look at me, Millie’s gaze falls to my mouth.
“It’s not a big deal,” she whispers, her breath shallow and ragged against my neck. “Not if we don’t make it a big deal.”
Lie firmly established, I slide a hand upward, between the valley of her breasts and over the curve of her collarbone to wrap it around her jaw.
Brushing my thumb along the swell of her lower lip, my cock gives a hard jerk when I feel the tip of her tongue teasing the pad of it.
“Still want to kiss me, Millie?” I whisper, my mouth brushing against the corner of her mouth.
Outside the thin walls of the cabana, I can hear music. People laughing. Waves crashing. I don’t give a fuck about any of it. All that matters is this.
“Yes...” Lifting her gaze to meet mine, she nods her head in my grip. “I still want you to kiss me.”
Angling her mouth under mine, my tongue sweeps past her lips on a deep, desperate groan, tangling and swirling against hers while her soft moans grow louder, the vibrations of them humming in my chest.
“Shhh…” Tearing my mouth away from hers, I growl the warning in her ear, giving one of her nipples a hard, punishing pinch. “If you can’t be quiet, I’m going to have to stop.” It’s another lie. I couldn’t stop now if I tried. “You don’t want me to stop, do you?”
The weight of her head shakes against my shoulder. “No...” She releases the word on a shaky breath. One of her hands slides back to grip my thigh, holding me against her. “Please…”
Releasing her breast, I start to skim my hand down the length of her torso until the tips of my fingers finds the place where her bottoms are tied together at her hip.
“I knew…” Finding the tail of the bow, I give it an impatient jerk and nearly groan in relief when they fall open on one side.
“From the first moment I saw you, I knew what a filthy little slut you’d turn out to be. ”
She lets out a strange, quiet sound, the soft curve of her belly quaking under my hand as it slides forward. “Was that an insult?”
“Does being called a filthy little slut make you feel bad?” I ask, teasing my fingertips along the smooth stretch of skin between her bellybutton and her cleft. It doesn’t. I know it doesn’t, but I want to hear her admit it.
“No…” Shifting her hips restlessly under the teasing skim of my fingers, Millie shakes her head against my shoulder. “Not by you.”
Fuck.
Me.
“Do you know what the M stands for?” I whisper, brushing my thumb across her bellybutton while my fingers trace the line where her hip meets her thigh.
“On the anklet I bought you…” I graze my teeth along the taut line of her jaw, on my way to her ear while I slide my hand even lower, teasing the top of her cleft. “It doesn’t stand for Millie.”
“No…” Her mouth brushes against the underside of my jaw while her other hand wraps around my wrist and tightens like she’s tired of my teasing and is getting ready to push my hand between her legs on her own. “Tell me.”
Moving lower on my own, I slide my hand into the juncture of her thighs, the tip of my middle finger splitting the seam of her pussy, a rough groan rumbling in my chest when I feel how ready she is.
Pressing my two middle fingers against her slick, swollen entrance I give her a deep, slow stroke.
“My good girl,” I tell her, pulling my fingers out, almost completely, before I fuck them back into her, the desperate grip of her pussy tightening against the small of my back, the relentless pound of it telegraphing straight to my cock.
“That’s what the M stands for.” Pressing my heel against the top of her slit, I keep stroking her, every thrust of my fingers harder and deeper than the last. “Are you my good girl, Millie?”
When I say it, her entire body begins to shake, moans humming in her throat. Bumping against the seam of her lips, pressed together so she can be a good girl and not make any noise like I said.
That’s not going to work for me.
“I need you to answer me, Millie,” I growl in her ear, the hand on her breast reaching up to wrap around her throat while I keep finger fucking her, the tight, desperate pull of her pussy nearly sending me over the edge. “Are you my good girl?”
“Yes...” Her answer comes out on a soft, breathless moan, her hips pumping and flexing against every thrust I give her, grinding her ass against the rigid length of my cock. “I’m your good girl, Dean.”
And just like that, the last tenuous thread of my self-control snaps completely.
Fuck.
“Is it safe, Millie?” I groan against her throat, pulling my fingers free so I can slick them over her swollen clit. “Is it okay—”
“Yes.” She nods, the hand she has anchored against my thigh starts to pull at my trunks. “Yes—”
Pushing her hand away, I put enough room between us to untie the front closure on my board shorts.
Jerking them down around my hips just enough to free my cock, I make a weird sound in the back of my throat—half hiss, half groan—when the tip of my shaft brushes against the inside of her thigh.
“Fuuuck…” Gripping her shoulder, I push her forward slightly, other hand wrapped around the base of my shaft, while I notch the engorged head of my cock against her slick, swollen entrance.
Falling forward even further, onto her hands and knees, Millie tilts her hips, rubbing her greedy pussy against me, trying to work me in deeper on her own, mewls and whimpers humming in her throat with every inch she takes.
She’s tight. Almost too tight—the slick walls of her pussy, gripping and pulsing around me, is nearly enough to blind me.
Hand streaking up, from her shoulder to her hair, I wrap my fingers in it and pull, so close to coming, I can barely breath, the pulse and pound of my release spiraling up the shaft of my cock.
Too soon.
It’s too soon.
“Don’t move.” Breath sawing through my lungs, I growl it down at her, pushing the command through clenched teeth, I press the heel of my hand against her hip so I can slick my fingers over her throbbing clit.
“Dean…” she moans my name plaintively, neither of us trying to be quiet anymore. “I need—”
Hand still wrapped in her hair, I pull her up into a kneeling position again.
Teetering on the edge of control, I feel a groan rumble through my chest when the shift pushes me inside her a little deeper.
Her back pressed against my chest, I pull again, angling her head on my shoulder.
“You’re too tight for me, Mills,” I groan against her exposed throat.
“I won’t be able to get all the way inside before I come. ”
She makes another sound again. This one full of desperate frustration. “But—”
“Shhh…” Untangling my hand from her hair, I cup one of her breasts, holding her tight against me while I tease and stroke her stiff, swollen nipple.
“Be still for me, Princess,” I whisper, every word brushing my mouth against her neck, sending shudders through her entire body.
“Be my good girl and let me fuck you the way I need to. Can you do that for me?”
When I say it, her whole body relaxes and she nods. “Yes…” She lifts her arm to wrap it around the back of my neck while the other slides around the back of my thigh, anchoring herself to me so she can stay as still as possible. “I can be good.”
Fuck.
“That’s the problem, Mills…” Putting my own release in a chokehold, I move my fingers between her thighs again, swirling and teasing against her slick, swollen clit.
“You’re too good...” Rocking my hips against hers, I start to give her short, shallow thrusts, rubbing the head of my cock against her G-spot.
“Your pussy is too fucking good for me…”
“Dean…” The arm wrapped around my neck tightens and she turns her head to press her mouth against the underside of my jaw, her entire body starting to shake. “I think—”
“Fuuuck… that’s it…” I can feel her pussy begin to flex and tighten around me when she starts to come.
Looking down, I can see my hand between her legs.
“That’s my good girl. Let me feel your perfect pussy come on my cock…
” My fingers, slick with her arousal, keep swirling against her clit while she breaks apart in my arms, the almost unbearably tight grip of her orgasm starting to milk my cock while those whimpers and gasps of hers drag me closer and closer to the edge.
“Too good, Mills… you feel too fucking good… ” Squeezing my eyes shut, I angle my head so I can groan it against her mouth, my own release breaking free to barrel down on me like a freight train. “I can’t—”
“Yes…” Millie whimpers before skimming the tip of her tongue along the curve of my lower lip, her fingers slipping into my hair so she can hold on tight. “Please…”
Sucking her tongue into my mouth on a groan, I lift my hand, slipping my fingers around the back of her neck.
Thumb pressed into the underside of her chin, I hold her steady, fucking her mouth with my tongue while I pull back, my cock sliding out, almost completely, before I stroke back into her, so hard and deep, she cries out, the sound of it humming against the back of my throat.
Did I hurt her?
I might’ve.
Fuck.
Before I can pull back, Millie starts to come again, her pussy spasming and gripping around my cock, the wild, desperate pull of it leaving me no choice but to follow after her.