Playing, p.66
Playing, page 66
I barely manage to form words. "Is that all you remember?"
He swirls his tongue around my nipple. Sensation overwhelms me. Every flick of his tongue sends pleasure straight to my core. He can take as long as he wants to respond if he keeps doing this.
Hell, he can give up words forever if he keeps doing this.
His teeth scrape against my nipple. I gasp reflexively. It hurts just enough to feel amazing.
He pulls his mouth away and replaces it with his fingers. "And that sound you make."
"You like it?"
"No. I love hearing you groan. Want to hear it every fucking day."
He pinches my nipple, just hard enough that it barely hurts. Desire shoots through me. I groan. His pupils dilate. His lips press together. He does love it.
I love it.
Finally, we can really agree on something.
This is far too much thinking.
I need to stop thinking.
I grind against Miles. He groans as he brings his mouth back to my chest. He sucks on my nipple. Soft then hard then soft again.
My body floods with pleasure. He's too good at this.
Miles pulls my dress up, over my hips, stomach, chest. I lift my arms to help him. Then the garment is a heap on the floor.
I'm in nothing but panties.
He shifts our bodies. I'm flat on my back. He's on top of me, his hips pressed against mine, pinning me to the bed. His cock is against my clit. Only there's all this fabric in the way.
I've always hated fashion. Right now, I loathe it. He shouldn't be allowed to wear clothes. At least not in my apartment.
I reach for the button of his jeans. "You're wearing too many clothes."
He smiles. I'm not sure if it's smug or playful or confident. All three maybe. Right now, I feel at ease. Like he's not pushing or prodding me. Like he wants me comfortable, wants my pleasure. After all, he thinks about my breasts and the sounds I make when he touches me.
He wants me to feel good. Sexually. But that's something.
That's a lot.
Miles drags his lips over my neck. He shifts to his side, unzips, and slides off his jeans. It's all effortless. He's smooth, in control. I must seem like a desperate mess.
This is almost happening.
We're going to have sex.
He's going to be inside me.
Miles slides his fingers over my stomach. "You're nervous again."
I shake my head, but I can feel the trembling in my hands. I have almost no experience, and Miles is clearly some kind of sex god.
He's staring at me, his eyes filled with sincerity. He really is concerned about me.
"You are," he says.
Still, I shake my head.
His lips curl into a smile. "It's cute that you don't want to admit it."
I don't want to be cute. I want to be sexy. I want to be making him as needy as I feel.
Confidence. I can do that. I drag my fingers over his torso. "Don't you have a better use for your mouth?"
"Oh." His voice gets low. "You mean this." He trails his lips against my chest, stopping to draw circles around my nipple with his tongue.
"Yes. That." Pleasure surges through me.
His hand slides between my thighs. "You don't have to hide how badly you want this. I mean, it's cute and all—"
"I'm not cute."
"Try adorable."
"Didn't we discuss the appropriate uses for your mouth?"
He nods and presses his lips into mine. It's a hard kiss, possessive even. "How's that?"
I struggle through a breath. That is amazing. "It's a start."
He smiles, takes my hand, and places it on the waistband of his boxers.
I pull the damn things to his knees and wrap my fingers around him. He places his hand over mine, guiding me. I stroke him harder. Faster.
His lips find mine. It's fast and hard and messy. I kiss him back, sucking on his tongue, scraping my teeth against his lips.
He groans into my mouth.
He wants me. Miles, the sex god, wants me.
My heartbeat picks up. We're really doing this.
I watch him fish a condom from the pocket of his jeans. My palms get sweaty. Nerves rise up in my stomach. What if it hurts? What if I'm not good enough?
Miles places his body next to mine. He drags his hand up my leg and strokes my inner thigh. "Relax. You won't do it wrong."
"Okay," I breathe.
He pulls my panties off and presses his lips to my neck.
I groan as his fingers skim my clit.
He scrapes his teeth against my neck. His voice is low, hungry. "Don't hold back. I like you groaning. I like you loud. Turns me on to know it's good for you."
I have no control over my vocalizations. Taking in this experience is about all I can handle.
He sucks on my skin as he moves his fingers closer. Closer. They slide over my sex.
It feels good. We're close to doing this.
Nerves fade away as he rubs me. I take a deep breath and look into his gorgeous blue eyes.
His expression is heavy with need, but it's attentive too. Somehow, I trust him to guide me through this.
I let my eyelids press together and I sink into the bed. Slowly, he slides a finger inside me. He warms me up then it's two fingers. Three. I gasp.
That's intense. It hurts. I dig my nails into his shoulders.
"More?" he asks.
I nod.
He takes his time speeding up, going deeper. The discomfort fades to pleasure. Then it's a lot of pleasure.
Then his thumb is on my clit, stroking me. I groan as my sex clenches. That feels amazing. And the pleasure is building so quickly. With a few more strokes I'm at the edge. About to come.
Then I'm there. All the tension in my sex builds to a fever pitch then it's unwinding, spilling through me. I scream his name as I come.
It takes a moment to catch my breath. I blink my eyes open and stare into Miles's. He's still attentive, but he looks even needier. Like he's desperate to be inside me.
I want that.
I press my hand into his chest. "I want to do this. I'm ready."
He groans something that resembles a yes as he unwraps the condom and slides it on.
No more waiting.
This is happening.
He grabs my hip, pressing me against the bed, shifting my position so his cock brushes against my clit. I thrust my hips forward, and his tip strains against me.
Every nerve in my body is turned on, and they're all screaming the same thing. I need him inside me. Now.
I shift my hips to push him a little bit deeper. Deeper.
It's intense. There's pain but there's pleasure too. I dig my nails into his back until there's more pleasure than anything else.
I shift my hips to push him deeper. I can feel how my sex stretches to take him.
Miles goes slow. His eyes are on mine, watching my reactions. There's no sign of that arrogant, aloof guy. He's here, in this moment, committed to my pleasure.
He goes deeper. Deeper. It hurts but I don't want him to stop.
I tug at his hair. "Don't stop."
I kiss him like the ship is going down.
His hands curl around my back. Our bodies press together. It's intimate, the way he's holding me, the way he's kissing me, the way he's sliding inside me.
Then he's there. I'm full. It still hurts, but the pleasure far outweighs the pain.
My body takes over. I rock my hips to match his steady rhythm. It's slow. A good slow. A hell of an intense slow.
Pressure builds inside me. It's such sweet, perfect pressure.
I close my eyes and surrender to the feeling of Miles inside me.
I groan as loudly as I can. Something to let him know how much he's affecting me, how fucking good he's making me feel.
After a few more thrusts, I'm there. My sex clenches. Tighter and tighter. So tight I can barely take it.
Then I'm coming. I groan his name as an orgasm washes over me. It's different than before. More intense. Deeper.
Miles grabs my wrists and pulls my hands over my head. Then his lips are on mine. He thrusts into me so hard it hurts.
He groans into my mouth. It feels good in a different way, knowing he's close, feeling his pleasure.
His posture changes. His eyes close. His breath gets heavy.
I have to bite my lip to contain myself. It's still intense. It still hurts. But I don't want him to stop. There's something about hearing his groans and feeling his muscles tense.
It's hot as hell.
I want to feel him come.
His teeth sink into my neck. That, too, hurts just enough to feel good.
A few more thrusts and he's there, groaning against my skin as he comes.
He holds me for a moment. Our bodies are pressed together. It's intimate in a different way, overwhelming in a different way.
I take deep breaths, trying to process the experience. I had sex with Miles. Lost my virginity to him.
It's real. Adult. Dangerous.
He presses his lips to mine then untangles our bodies and takes care of the condom.
I sink into the bed. I had sex with Miles. It really happened.
The weight on the bed shifts as he brings his body next to mine. He slides his arms around me and pulls me close.
This still feels intimate.
There are no pretenses. I can't remember the last time I spent this long with my guard down.
His lips press against my neck and I lose track of conscious thought.
It's not really safe, his arms, but it feels like it. It's comfortable.
A few more minutes and I'll figure this out. A few more minutes and I'll get into my pajamas. Just a few minutes…
Chapter Nine
The shower in the bathroom turns on. Light streams through the curtains. It's bright. I can barely keep my eyes open.
I drag myself out of bed. The room is messy—comforter and clothing in a heap on the floor. Miles was here last night. Miles is still here. He's in my shower.
We had sex—my first time—and it was amazing.
I pick his t-shirt up off the floor and pull it over my head. There's something enticing about it. It's soft, and it smells like him.
I knock on the bathroom door.
He shouts something, but it's muffled by the water.
"Can I come in?"
The water turns off. "Door's open."
I turn the handle. So it is. I step inside the bathroom.
And there's Miles, behind the glass door of my shower, naked.
He pulls the door open. "Good morning."
I nod, mumbling something that isn’t technically a word.
Damn, what a view. Light is streaming through the room, surrounding him with a soft glow. He looked amazing last night, but I couldn't see him with this kind of detail.
He's chiseled, like he's made out of stone. Water drips off his broad shoulders and chest, rolling down his six-pack, all the way to that perfect V.
Miles clears his throat. "You don't have to make it so obvious that you want me."
"It's not obvious."
He smirks and turns the water back on. I do my best not to stare at him while I brush my teeth. His reflection—right in the middle of the mirror—makes it difficult.
Miles is, without a doubt, the most beautiful man I've ever seen. And he's naked in my bathroom.
He catches me staring at him, and he smiles that same smug smile. His gaze passes over me, resting on my ass.
He pulls the shower door open a few inches. "I know you want me, Meg, but you don't have to come in here half-naked."
"I want nothing but caffeine."
"I don't believe you."
I rinse off my toothbrush and replace it. "What do you believe?"
"You fell asleep last night."
My cheeks flush. "You wore me out."
He motions come here. His eyes light up. "I still owe you one."
"What?"
"Three orgasms." He makes that same come here motion. "A promise is a promise. Though I'm thinking I'll go for four."
I bite my lip. I'm thinking that will send me into a coma. No medical basis for such a theory, but I'm holding to it. "Total or right now?"
"Only one way to find out."
There's a naked rock star in my bathroom threatening me with orgasms. What the hell happened to my normal life?
His eyes meet mine. "Do me a favor and grab one of those condoms."
He motions to the medicine cabinet, now stocked with a long row of condoms. He brought all these with him. The man is ambitious.
Deep breath. Here goes nothing. I pull my t-shirt over my head, grab a condom, and step into the shower. Miles's arms go to my hips, holding me steady. He leans closer. Our foreheads touch.
There's this look in his eyes—a desperate, needy look. He wants this as much as I do.
He pulls the shower door shut and presses me against the tile wall in one fell swoop. It's cold and hard, but I can't say that I mind.
His hands slide to my ass. He holds me in place as he presses his body into mine. First his hips, then his stomach, his chest, his lips.
It's an aggressive kiss, but there's still something patient about it. I open my mouth to make room for his tongue. Heat rushes right to my core. He's slick from the shower, and his skin feels so good against mine.
I kiss back, exploring his mouth with my tongue. His grip around my hips tightens. He shifts into me, pinning me against the wall.
I'm a little sore from my night—my thighs and my sex—but I want him too much for that to matter.
He breaks the kiss. His eyes find mine. He brushes my hair behind my ears. Runs his fingertips over my neck and shoulders. "You really are unbelievably sexy."
"Thank you."
His lips curl into a smile. "This shower is a little small. Might be tricky."
"Show me."
"Turn around."
I do. It puts me right under the showerhead. Water pounds over my hair, shoulders, and neck. Within a few seconds, I'm soaking wet. As slick and slippery as he is.
Miles unwraps the condom and slips it on. Then all his attention is on me.
He positions himself behind me, his crotch against my ass, his chest against my back. He places my hands on the tile wall, one at a time. His head settles between my shoulder and my neck. He really is the perfect height. Our bodies really do fit together nicely.
He drags his fingertips down my chest and stomach. With all the water, there's only the slightest hint of friction. It's smooth and seamless.
He's so damn good at this.
I press my eyes closed, but it only makes it harder to balance. Okay. I take a deep breath and try to get a grip on the tile wall. This seems awfully complicated, but for some reason, I trust him to guide me through it.
"We haven't even gotten started." He sucks on my earlobe. "Relax."
I nod. "Make me."
"Is that a challenge?"
I use my most confident voice. "Yeah."
He laughs. "I like the way you think."
He holds me against him with one hand. The other draws circles over my thighs. It starts at my knees and works its way up. The closer he gets, the more my body buzzes. You'd think electricity and water would be a dangerous combination, but they're only better together.
There. His fingertips slide over my clit. It's smooth, seamless. I shudder, immediately struck with a wave of bliss. He really is good at this.
He sucks on my neck as he strokes me. Little by little, my taut muscles relax.
Pleasure builds in my sex. Every touch of his fingertips is magic. I allow my eyes to close.He holds me tighter. No doubt about it, if it weren't for his grip, I'd be a puddle on the floor. I'm already halfway there. Upper hand. Who cares? As long as he keeps touching me like this, he can have every ounce of control.
It's just sex.
It's just pleasure. Things can feel good. I can feel good. The world can be good.
In this moment, it's obvious. In this moment, nothing can hurt me.
This is fun. I'm going to have fun. I'm going to enjoy every single moment.
Miles plants kisses along my neck and shoulders. His touch gets faster. Harder. When it's perfect, I groan. My eyes blink open. The water is pounding against my chest, melting my body into his. Warmth spreads through me.
Almost.
I shift my hips to match his movements. My ass presses against his crotch. He's hard.
God, do I love the way that feels.
I lose control of my breath. I reach back for Miles, grabbing onto his thighs. Those are such amazing, muscular thighs. Slick from the shower, but that won't stop me. I dig my nails into his skin as he strokes me.
The tension builds, and builds, and builds. It's such a wonderful ache, and he's the only thing that can soothe it. I moan, digging my nails into his skin until his breath gets heavy. He sucks on my earlobe, hard, like it's the only thing he can do to contain himself.
One more brush of his fingers and I'm there. At the edge. His breath sends me over, tumbling into an intense orgasm. It's this heavy ache of pleasure, spreading out from my sex to my stomach and chest and lips. Every part of me feels so damn good.
Sex.
Fun.
That's all this has to be.
Miles groans. He brushes his lips against my neck. "Time to go for four."
I press my ass against his crotch. Yes. He's still hard, and now that's mine.
"How's your balance?" he asks.
"Could be better." I press my body against his. "I'm awfully distracted."
His lips trail over my shoulders. "I'll make it quick."
I plant my hands on the tile without provocation. He doesn't waste any time. His hands go to my hips, tilting me so I'm in position. I feel his cock straining against my sex.
He shifts, entering me. I let out a heavy exhale. It's intense and a little painful but it's damn good.
Miles holds me steady as he thrusts into me. His breath is heavy already. Desperate already. His hand goes to my chest. He rubs my nipple with his thumb, toying with me until I'm groaning so loudly I can't hear the water. Then he moves to my other breast and does it again.
He's more gifted than any person should be.
Every inch of my body is humming with pleasure. It's crying out for more. He's inside me, holding me, touching me, and still I want more.
