Chapter 13 #3
“That’s fair, I guess—” I gasp as I’m flipped over, yanked by the hips onto all fours.
Before I get my bearings, his chest is pressed against my back, his lips at my ear. “Can my needy girl take another one?”
I let out a delirious hum, already flexing my hips back into him.
How? How can my body want more? How can I take any more?
And yet, the way he’s kissing the back of my neck has me aching to feel him inside me.
“Please…”
“There you go begging again,” he rasps against my skin, reaching around to work my clit. “For what?”
“I want…” I try, unable to bring myself to say it out loud. “Fucking hell.”
“Well, well, well,” he rumbles, then runs his tongue along the side of my neck. His fingers speed up, threatening to take me on another trip to oblivion. “She says she only swears when she’s worked up.”
My eyes shutter as I battle for my sanity. “I’m—”
“You must be pretty worked up.” He squeezes my hip, letting out a low growl. “Look at you, grinding against me like you can’t even help it.”
“I can’t. I can’t help it.”
“You want me to fuck you, honey?”
“Yes!” I whine. “I need it.”
“C’mon, then. Ask for it.” His voice drops to a low rasp. “Ask for exactly what you want.”
It takes everything I have to align my mind with my mouth. “I want you to fuck me.”
“Fuck you until…?” His throaty drawl nearly obliterates any sense I have left.
Oh my God.
“Until you what, Caroline?” he asks again. He pulls his hand away and I sag, tensing up again with a gasp when he delivers a sudden slap to my ass. “Until you what?”
My voice is thin and desperate. “Until I come.”
“Yeah? My dirty girl wants to come all over my cock?”
“Mm-hmm.” I nod as the sound of him working his belt buckle and zipper floats through the fog of my arousal and my last two brain cells finally connect. “Condom.”
“Right. Shit.” There’s a rummaging noise beside me, the tearing of foil, and the slick sound of him rolling it on.
“Put it in me,” I hear myself say. Put it in me? “Please. Right now. I need it.”
“So impatient.” With a dark chuckle behind me, Miles delivers another slap—this time to my swollen center—sending a sharp pulse of pleasure through me. He nearly growls, “You’ll take what I fucking give you.”
“Yes, sir.”
I don’t know why I say it but, for a moment, everything goes still.
“Oh,” he almost growls. “You did not just… Holy shit, Caroline.” He nudges the crown of his cock at my opening and I almost buckle. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard for that.”
“Yes! Do it!” I twist back to watch him and his free hand grips my jaw.
“Quiet, remember?”
I nod, willing to promise whatever he wants—anything if it means he won’t make me wait another second. “Please. I’ll be so good for you.”
“My good little whore, huh?” When I only whimper in response, he asks, “You ready to get fucked?”
“Yes, oh, God, yes!” I shudder with pleasure, my arms nearly giving out as he slowly pushes inside.
“Oh, fffuuuuck,” he groans.
He’s thick and big—God, he’s big—and I feel every aching inch. The stretch is delicious; I’ve never felt so full, so complete. I don’t want him to pull away.
As if reading my mind, he stills for a moment. “Fucking… shit. Don’t move for a sec. Fuck.” He sounds like he’s struggling to keep it together.
But it feels too incredible for me to stay still and, when I can’t help but give in to temptation and rock my hips, another moan wrestles its way from my throat.
“Shhh, baby. Someone is definitely gonna hear you if you keep that up.” As he starts to thrust, he reaches around me again to work my clit with his fingers. “C’mon. You can take it. Nice and quiet for me.”
“I…” I try to summon enough lucidity to speak. “I don’t know if I can.”
“Take it? Or keep quiet?” He’s enjoying this.
“Both?” I’m a sex-addled wreck. “I’m falling apart here.”
“Not yet, you’re not,” he throws back. “But you will be by the time I’m done with this pretty cunt.”
God, his words are so obscene. So dirty. And yet, hearing him talk about my body like this—like no one ever has—ignites me like nothing else.
Pleasure gathers quickly to a desperate peak and, when he increases the pressure on my clit, that little shift is all it takes. Already on the cusp, I feel it building, and my muscles tense around him once more.
“Miles!” I grip and twist at the sheets below me. “I can’t— I’m gonna—”
“Yes,” he growls, speeding up. “Come for me. Let it out. Fucking do it.”
One strangled moan slips out before he clamps his palm over my mouth and pulls me up against his chest, still working my clit with his other hand as he thrusts into me.
And, like I’ve been given permission to let go, something unlocks in my throat.
I reach behind me to grasp at his hips and cry out against his palm as I erupt—explosion after explosion combusting, bursting, fanning out from my center to the tips of my fingers and toes.
“More. That’s it,” he whispers against the shell of my ear as I break apart. “I got you.”
His words seem to pull pulse after pulse of ecstasy from inside me. When I’m unable to stay upright, he lets me go and I drop forward once more onto my palms—but the angle only sends me spinning all over again.
“Oh, God,” I manage between gasps.
“Shhh, baby,” Miles pants out, gripping my sweat-slicked hips. He pounds into me from behind, faster, harder, both wringing me out and urging me on. “Just breathe.”
“I can’t…” Just when one pulse is fading, another takes its place, and I’m engulfed in bright colors, in heat, in spectacular, all-consuming fire.
“Oh, fuck. You’re taking it so… damn… good.”
My orgasm is barely slowing when he withdraws, flips me onto my back, and plunges inside again.
There’s nothing but panting desperation in the sliver of space between us, and his lips claim mine, swallowing the next wave of my moans.
Clawing at his back, I cry out against his mouth as he grasps fistfuls of my hair and fucks me with everything he’s got.
The luscious bite of pain melds with the ecstasy into some hot, dark, drugging sensation I only want more of.
And, when Miles breaks apart over me, there’s a raw beauty in the way he shudders, spilling into the condom with an almost pained, glassy look in his eyes.
As the racking pulses of his orgasm gradually ebb, he slows, then collapses onto me.
He kisses me with surprising gentleness, and the slow slip of his tongue against mine feels like reassurance—like the calm after a raging storm.
Our lips part, and he runs his nose along my cheek. There’s a playfulness in his shaking voice when he asks, “Was that two? Or three?”
“I’m actually…” I swallow, then can’t help but grin. “I’m not sure either. It was— it was chaos for a while there.”
The satisfied look on his face makes me want to bite his lip, so that’s exactly what I do.
“Well,” he says, before nipping me back. “Let’s be fucking sure.” He slides out and quickly moves down the bed.
“What? What are you…?” But my words die in my throat when his warm, incredible tongue finds my clit once more. “Oh my Goooodddd…”
“Gimme one more.” He slips two fingers inside me and, incredibly, it only takes a few strokes to get me right back on the edge, squirming at each flick of his tongue over my sensitive flesh. I guess he can tell I’m close, because he pulls back and blows a gentle stream of air over my clit.
And, just like that, I shatter.