Chapter 13 #2
I rake my fingers through his hair and down over his strong shoulders, pulling him into a kiss.
“How did it feel?” he asks when our lips part, then noses my cheek. “Walking around practically naked under that coat, knowing you were coming here to get fucked?”
I let out another small whimper as he drops a trail of kisses down my throat.
I’ve never been spoken to like this.
“Um, exciting?” I admit.
“Yeah?” He slides a finger between my legs, cursing when it slips easily through the slick wetness gathered there. “And you got yourself all wet thinking about it, didn’t you? Thinking about me fucking you.”
I press my lips together and nod, squirming at the light touch of his fingers.
“Everyone thinks you’re such a good girl… but look at you.” He rubs my clit and I tilt my hips against the bed, chasing the too-light pressure. “Making a little mess of yourself for me.”
Enraptured, I stare as he sucks my taste from his fingertip, humming with pleasure.
“But you’re not a good girl, are you, Caroline?”
“I’m actually”—I claw at the sheets when he dips his fingertip just inside my entrance—“really tired of being good.”
He almost growls in approval. “Yeah? You wanna be bad, huh?”
I let out a faint moan, barely recognizing my own voice.
Oh, God. Who am I? What am I doing?
“Does it turn you on when I talk about how fucking naughty you are?” My lips twist, cheeks flushing hot as I nod, and he takes my nipple in his mouth again, sucking hard before he breaks away. “Showing up here, wearing almost nothing for me.”
Exhaling a rush of air, I try to fight the way his words send a wave of pleasure through my body.
“So bad. A good girl would never do that.”
“I’m,” I swallow, “trying new things.”
He grins and kisses me, lowering his hips between my legs.
I writhe against him, urged on by the flick of his tongue and the hot press of his erection.
I slide my hands down his back to squeeze his ass, encouraging him and wholly unable to stop grinding myself against his jeans.
Even the cool sensation of his belt buckle against my skin has me gasping and squirming for more.
What am I, some kind of animal in heat?
His tongue slips and curls against mine in ever-deepening strokes until we’re both lost in it, our moaned, animalistic sounds resonating in the space between our lips. When our movements become frenzied, he tears his mouth from mine, lifting his hips away.
“Hey, uh…” His laugh is shaky against my cheek. “I need to admit something here.”
“What?” I smooth a dark lock of hair away from his forehead.
“I’m gonna be real easy tonight.” He lifts a brow. “It’s uh, it’s been a while for me.”
“Oh. Okay,” I say. “Sorry, I—”
“Uh-uh,” he warns, then kisses me again. “Don’t you dare apologize. I just wanna last as long as I can. So let me take care of you first.”
“Right. I’m supposed to… come my brains out, was it?” I bite my lip.
“Exactly.” He grins. “Over and over again.”
“Right.”
He dips down to kiss my neck, then sucks my earlobe before running his tongue along the shell of my ear.
“Fuck, Caroline,” he says, his deep voice sending tingles straight to my core, “if I have anything to say about it, you’re gonna be screaming into this mattress, begging for mercy when it’s all too much. ”
My stomach hollows at his words.
Jesus.
“Helluva first move.”
He laughs, the sound warm and rich. “Well, you set the bar pretty high with that lingerie.” His amusement slowly fades as he gently strokes his thumb over my throat. “Fuck, the things I wanna do to you. You have no idea. The things I want you to feel…”
“Like what?” I almost whisper the words.
With a little moan, he scrapes his teeth over my neck and I arch against him. “I want you to come undone for me.” His next words are slow and drawn out, dropped onto my skin between featherlight kisses. “I wanna turn you into a whimpering little mess.”
I dig my fingernails into his back—certain my mind has already come undone.
Sweet baby Jesus.
“Obviously,” he adds quickly, pulling back, “if you want me to stop, just, like, whack my shoulder or something.” His warm exhale fans against my lips before he kisses me again. “You get to hit the brakes anytime, okay?”
I nod. “Okay.”
“But”—he bends again to graze his teeth along my collarbone—“as far as I’m concerned”—he licks and nips his way up my throat, his words rumbling low over my skin—“my job isn’t done until you’re completely…
fucking… spent.” His lips wander back down my chest, and he sucks one nipple.
“Shaking…” Then the other. “Trembling…” His deep, reverent voice reverberates against me as he continues moving lower, kissing a heated path down my stomach.
“Now, how ’bout you spread these gorgeous legs for me. ”
I tense slightly but play it off like a squirm of pleasure.
Should I tell him?
“Can I taste you?” He waits for my consent as he settles between my legs.
I nod but, before he lowers his mouth, my uncertainty gets the better of me. “Miles, wait.”
He freezes and quizzical blue eyes snap to mine.
“What if I…” I swallow. “What if I can’t?”
He noses my inner thigh and mumbles against my skin, “Can’t what?”
“It’s just I’ve never been able to finish from… that before.”
“Well…” He lifts a brow as he flicks his tongue over my clit, his eyes closing for a long moment as he exhales. “Fuck… Well, we’re trying new things, right?”
The heat from his tongue was so brief but so perfect. It takes me a moment to get a hold of myself before I can speak again. “But what if it doesn’t work for me?”
He lifts a shoulder, seemingly unbothered. “I mean, there’s no rule saying you have to come.” Pressing another kiss to my clit, he adds, “But I’m sure gonna fuckin’ try.”
“Okay,” I manage through a smile.
“Just relax. I’ve got you.” He pushes a finger inside me, curling it upward. “And I’m good with my hands.”
I barely have time to register his cocky comment before he drives the point home, working me harder with his finger as his tongue meets my pussy in one greedy, delicious stroke.
He sucks my clit into his mouth, flicking it side to side, and I cry out, the sudden burst of pleasure nearly overwhelming.
“Miles!” My back bows. “Oh my God!”
“Shhh,” he cautions between strokes of his tongue. “The neighbors will hear you.”
I press my lips together, struggling to stifle the sounds.
“Those pretty moans are only for me.” He adds another finger in some kind of cruel challenge, doing everything in his power to test my restraint.
“I can’t…” I whimper as he draws hard on my clit, pulling more strange, keening cries from somewhere deep inside me.
He breaks away and slaps my pussy softly, which only makes me buck up from the bed. “Such a bad girl. Making all that noise.”
His words send me reeling, and another moan slips out. For him. Because of him.
“Acting like a desperate little slut for me.”
My muscles tense and he stills.
“Shit, was that okay? You said you liked the whole naughty thing before, and…”
I’m reeling. It’s like my brain is being rewired in real time. Being chastised like that isn’t supposed to turn me on. Is it?
“I won’t call you that again,” he says, “if you don’t want me to. Unless…” He flicks his tongue in tentative strokes, watching me closely. “Unless you liked it.”
I let out some incomprehensible sound, unable to speak.
Oh, God. I did. Why did I like it?
“Use your words.” He pumps his fingers inside me, nothing but heat burning in his eyes.
Just lean into it. We’re trying new things.
Somehow, I find my voice. “Say it again.”
He groans his approval, and his voice is deep when he drawls, “I fucking knew it.” He grazes his teeth over my aching flesh. “Knew there was a needy little slut hiding in there all along.”
That word has me inhaling sharply. It’s so… dirty.
And hot. Yup. Emphasis on hot.
I can’t take it anymore. Grabbing hold of his hair again, I grind against his mouth, my movements becoming more chaotic. Despite the undulation of my hips, he follows, working me with his tongue and fingers until I’m nearly shaking, the sensation somehow both too much and not enough. “Please!”
He pulls away and kisses my inner thigh. “What are you begging for, baby?”
God, I love when he calls me that. Fletcher calling me babe only filled me with rage, but Miles calling me baby? I can’t explain it, but it just feels right.
“Please… Miles…”
“You wanna come on my tongue?”
Is he actually gonna make me say it?
“I—”
“’Cause I really fuckin’ wanna know”—he licks a small circle around the center of my pleasure again—“what you taste like when you explode in my mouth.”
When he sucks hard on my clit and adds another finger, I thrash so violently against the bed that he has to pin me in place with a thick forearm over my hips. “Fuck, Caroline,” he says. “That’s it. Let that whore out to play. Give her what she wants.”
I think my eyes roll back in my head. I can no longer see or hear or think. There’s only Miles. That tongue. Those fingers. Those filthy words. And that mind-bending, tantalizing sensation rocketing me toward a cliff, building and gathering, gripping and tightening, until…
I detonate. Shock waves rip through me, my throaty cries giving voice to the tension flooding from my core.
Miles clamps tighter over my hips as he moans and sucks and coaxes each pulsing wave to the surface.
He’s playing me like an instrument, strumming every tightly drawn string just so—until I sing.
Blissful aftershocks slip through me as the chaos finally settles into a sweet warmth. I’m a puddle—boneless and trembling. I couldn’t tell you my own name right now.
Miles breaks away, then licks one slow stripe up my center.
“That’s one,” he rasps, gently biting my inner thigh. When I can finally lift my head, I’m met with that crinkly-eyed smile and it nearly wrecks me all over again.
I drop back onto the bed, trying to catch my breath. “Pretty pleased with yourself, huh?”
He kisses my stomach. “Damn right I am.”