Don’t think, I told myself as his lips slanted over mine, his tongue stroking inside them. Don’t panic, don’t worry, don’t analyze. Forget about everything but the way this feels.
I gave myself over to Miles, to the smell of his skin, the feel of body against mine, the way his breathing changed when he got close to me. I slipped my hands beneath his t-shirt and ran them over his warm abs and chest, brushing my thumbs over his nipples, making them hard. He moaned lightly and reached under my skirt, rubbing me over my cotton panties. His mouth moved down my neck, his tongue warm and wet against my skin.
“Want to know what I’ve been thinking about all day?” he said in my ear, working his fingers in circles over my clit. “Getting my mouth right here. Tasting your sweet little pussy. Making you come again with my tongue.”
“Really?” I put one hand on his crotch and rubbed the bulge in his jeans. How did he get hard so fast? Had he been like this already?
“Really. And I don’t think I can wait any longer.” He dropped down in front of me and pushed my skirt up, putting his mouth on me without even taking my panties off.
“Oh God, that feels good.” Breathing hard, I threaded my fingers through his hair, watching him soak my underwear with his mouth—or maybe it was me soaking them. He flung one of my legs over his shoulder, kissing and licking and biting my inner thigh before moving my panties aside to get his mouth on my bare skin. God, I loved the way he didn’t rush, loved the languid strokes of his tongue up the slick, hot seam at my center, the decadent swirls over my aching clit, the sweet, slow way he devoured me…I felt like he loved making me come as much I loved doing it, like he’d be happy to do this all night, like he didn’t care how long it would take me.
Not that it would take long.
“Fuck,” I whispered, the tension coiling tight at my center. “How do you do it? You make me come so fast.”
“Good.” He switched to hard, quick flicks with the tip of his tongue, then sucked the hot little bud into his mouth. When he slid two fingers inside me, my leg trembled and I dropped my head back against the door.
“Yes, yes, yes, like that,” I whimpered, my fingers clutching his hair. I clenched the leg he’d thrown over his shoulder, pulling him into me. “Right there, oh my God…”
He plunged his fingers deeper and sucked harder, and when I looked down at his head between my thighs, I cried out as I watched him take me over the edge, my clit throbbing inside his mouth, my core muscles contracting around his fingers.
“Fuck yes,” he said, his breath warm against my wet skin. He bit my inner thigh once more. “I love the way I can feel you come. I love it so much, I want it again.” He pulled my drenched panties down and I stepped out of them. When he stood up, I grabbed the hem of his shirt.
“Take this off. I love your arms and your chest,” I said. “I want to see them.” He reached behind his neck and pulled it over his head, tossing it aside before caging me against the door with his arms. “Yes,” I whispered, biting my lip as I ran my hands over his upper body. I kissed his collar bone, the ink on his bicep and forearm. Reaching between his legs, I rubbed my hand over the erection straining hard against the denim, and circled his nipple with my tongue. It was hard already, and I stroked it, kissed it, flicked it. When I bit it gently, Miles exhaled sharply and grabbed my ass.
“Fuck, that feels good,” he said, his fingers sliding low to penetrate me from behind. “Mmm, you’re so wet. I want to get my cock right there. You want it?”
“Yes.” I looked up, meeting his eyes, and he grabbed my jaw roughly with one hand.
“Say please.”
My core muscles clenched. “Please.”
He kissed me hard, and I tasted myself on his lips and tongue, felt the dampness on his chin. Quickly I unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans, desperate to get my hands on him. The moment I freed his cock, he leaned forward, one hand braced against the door again. While I stroked him with both hands, I teased his other nipple with my tongue, sucking it into my mouth and biting down a little harder than before.
He groaned. “That feels so fucking good. I could make a mess all over you in ten seconds.”
“Do it,” I breathed, pumping him harder. “I want you to.”
“But there’s something I want more right now.” His hands gripped my waist. “Now wrap those legs around me, because I’m going to fuck you senseless against your front door.” He picked me up, pinning my back against the door, my skirt bunching up at my hips. I twined my legs around him and braced myself on his shoulders while he angled his cock underneath me.
He hesitated. “Oh. Is this gonna be OK?”
It took me a second to realize he meant not wearing a condom. I hadn’t even thought about it, because Dan and I hadn’t used them since I’d been on the pill. I had none here. But fuck—fuck! Miles was no angel. Was this safe?
As if he’d read my mind, he said, “I’m clean. I get tested often and I can show you the results. I always wear a condom, too. Always—and I haven’t even been with anyone in months. But if you don’t—”
“It’s OK.” Possibly it wasn’t, but my decision-making capacity was impaired by the smell of his skin and the blue of his eyes and the tip of his cock brushing my wet pussy. “Maybe I’m senseless already, but I really, really want to get fucked against my front door. And since you’re here…”
“Allow me.”
I sucked in my breath as he penetrated me one hot, wet, bare inch at a time.
“Yes. Go slow like that,” I whispered. Our eyes met, and I held my breath.
“I love how tight you are.” His voice was low and raw. “I love how deep you take it.” When he was buried inside me, he dug his fingers into my ass and moved me against him in slow, grinding circles, my upper back against the door.
“Oh God, I love this door,” I sighed. “I really fucking love it.”
“I bet you looked at this door every day and thought, ‘I wish Miles Haas would come over and fuck me right here.’” On the word fuck, he thrust violently hard, making me shriek.
I smiled, clutching him tight around the neck. “Had I known how good it would be,” I panted, “I would have.”
“Do you know how much I thought about this?” He switched to holding me steady and thrusting up with deep, slow strokes. “Do you know how many times I got myself off just thinking about it? My cock gets so fucking hard for you. Can you feel it?”
“Yes.” I met his eyes, which looked dark and hungry. “It’s so deep it hurts, but I love the way it feels.”
“You love my cock deep inside you?” He pumped into me a little more violently, hitting that spot that made me whole body clench into a hot ball of fiery tension.
“Yes!” I cried, hanging on tight.
“Say it,” he ordered through gritted teeth.
“I love your cock deep inside me! Oh God, don’t stop!”
“Not until you come all over it,” he growled, driving into me, steady and fast. “I want to feel that sweet little pussy come all over my cock.”
Fisting my hands in his hair, I bit his shoulder as my entire body pulsed with white hot ecstasy.
“Fuck!” His hips went still and he grabbed my ass, jerking me roughly up and down his cock as he came long and hard inside me.
“Jesus,” I whispered when he finally slowed down. “Maybe we should just stay here for three days. I’ve got a lot of other doors.”
Miles laughed. “I have doors at my place too. And tables and closets and a couch and chairs and a bed.” He turned his head, spoke low in my ear. “And ropes and beads and wax and silk scarves and a ball gag.”
I gasped. “Really? You have all that stuff?”
He straightened up. “Well, maybe not the gag. But we can stop and pick one up if you’d like.”
“That’s OK. Really.”
“Chicken.” He bumped his forehead to mine before he set me down and pulled out. “Uh, can I get you anything?”
“It’s OK. I need to clean up anyway. Let’s go upstairs.”
I was going to take a shower, but Miles had another idea once he saw my big bathtub. “Let’s get in it.”
“A bath?” I wrinkled my nose. “It will take forever to fill. And it’s a pain to wash my hair in a bath.”
Miles put a hand on his chest. “I will wash your hair. In fact, I will take care of everything. You go away, and I’ll call you when it’s ready.”
I sighed. “OK, fine.” Shaking my head, I went into the second bathroom and cleaned up a little. With the adrenaline rush over, my mind started to wander back to the conversation I’d had with Dan. Was it really over? Why didn’t I feel more devastated? Was it because it had been over already and I’d just been clinging to an idea? Was it because he’d cheated on me? Maybe I was still in shock and it would hit me later, but mostly what I felt was relief.
I wandered back to my bedroom, where I heard the water running through the closed door to the bathroom. I also heard drawers being open and shut as well as the vanity cupboards. What the hell was he doing in there?
Inside my closet, I undressed and pulled on a short robe. From a high shelf I took down a small suitcase, opened it on the floor and dropped a few things inside it. I wondered if I needed anything dressier than shorts and jeans, and if I should pack a swimsuit.
A few minutes later, Miles poked his head in. “Ready.”
My pulse picked up at the sight of his bare chest, even though I had just been thoroughly pounded not thirty minutes before. Was I turning into an animal too? Smiling, I followed him into the bathroom, where he’d dimmed the lights and lit the candles on the windowsill. He’d also filled the tub with bubbles, and the air was warm and humid and scented with vanilla and cinnamon. “Wow. I’m impressed.”
“Good.” He slipped the robe off my shoulders and hung it on the back of the door. “Go on, get in.”
I slipped beneath the warm, fragrant water, the bubbles up to my shoulders. “Coming in with me?”
He set the plastic container I keep under the sink to water my plants on the sill too and unzipped his jeans. “Definitely.”
“What’s the container for?”
“To wash your hair, like I promised.”
I smiled. “You don’t really have to do that.”
“Well, I want to. So shut your face.”
Laughing, I watched him get undressed and noticed he wasn’t fully hard for once, although the size was still impressive. It felt oddly intimate, seeing him like that, somehow more intimate than seeing his giant erection in front of my face. Why was that? I looked away as he stepped into the tub behind me.
“Scoot up a little bit.” He stretched his legs on either side of me, and I leaned back against him as he gathered me in close. “There. Isn’t this nice?”
“Yes.” It was nice. I was more of a shower person since I got up so early and was always in a rush, but it felt good to slow down and relax a little. “I don’t think I’ve used this tub more than once since I’ve lived here.”
“How long is that?”
“Three months. And I’ve definitely never been in it with another person.”
“Can’t say I’m sorry about that.” We were silent a minute, the only noise the crackle of the bubbles and sizzle of candle wicks. “So was Dan boring in bed or what?”
I sighed. “I don’t know.”
“You don’t know?”
I tried to think of a way to explain it. “Well, you know how you have a favorite pair of sweat pants or something, and they’re really comfortable and feel good every time you put them on?”
“Uh, I guess so.”
“Well, sex with Dan was sort of like that.”
“Like sweat pants?”
“Yeah, you know—something comfortable and familiar that feels good. Does that make sense?”
“I guess so, but if any woman ever said sex with me was like sweat pants, I’d fucking shoot myself.”
“Well, I didn’t know any better, OK? We both had orgasms, so I figured we were doing fine, but clearly we weren’t, because he went elsewhere to get what he really wanted, and I…” I stopped, unsure of how to finish the sentence.
“You what?” In front of my chest, Miles linked his fingers with mine.
I’m having way more fun—and way better orgasms—with you than I ever had with him. But I couldn’t say that. Miles would probably freak out and think I wanted him to be my next boyfriend or something. And I didn’t want that. I knew we were just friends doing this for the hell of it, enjoying the kick. For all I knew, sex with Miles would become routine after a while too.
Although that didn’t seem possible.
“You what?” he prompted again.
“I’m learning things about myself.” I grinned at him over my shoulder. “You’re a good teacher.”
“And what have you learned so far?”
“Hmmmm.” I settled back against his chest. “I like it when you say dirty things to me.”
“Good.”
“I like when you get bossy with me.”
“Even better.”
“I think I might like to get bossy with you sometime.”
“Sweetheart, you can boss me hard and often.”
I giggled. “Wash my hair. Now.”
“Not exactly what I meant, but OK,” he said, reaching for the plastic container. “Sit up.”
I sat up and crossed my legs, tipping my head back. “Like that?”
“Yes. Perfect.” He poured water over my head and shampooed my hair, massaging my scalp as I sighed contentedly. When the conditioner was on, I turned around.
“Your turn.”
He let me wash his hair, and I giggled as I sudsed him up. “You should get a mohawk,” I said, forming one on the top of his head.
“No, thanks.”
“Or grow a grizzly beard.” I scooped up some bubbles and spread them around on his face, covering it completely. “There. Big improvement.”
He lunged for me, trying to smear bubbles on my face, and pushing a huge tidal wave over the edge of the tub in the process. I squealed and fought back, suds and water flying everywhere. He ended up cradling me across his lap, but instead of dunking me, he kissed me, sealing our wet mouths together. I looped one arm around his back and one around his neck, my belly flip-flopping as his hand moved up my ribcage. He teased my nipple with his thumb, making it harden and tingle.
“Ever had an orgasm in this bathtub?” he whispered, his hand moving lower.
“No.” I gasped, my stomach quivering as his fingers rubbed soft little circles below my belly button and spiraled down to just above my clit.
“I love giving you firsts,” he said, keeping his hand in that spot, making me yearn for him to go lower.
I closed my eyes and opened my legs, my body relaxed and humming. “I only wish there were some firsts left for me to give you. You’ve done everything already.”
He stopped moving and shook me gently. “Hey.”
I opened my eyes and saw that his expression was serious.
“Everything is different with you. Everything feels like a first.”
“Is that good?”
He smiled, making my heart skip. “Yes. It is.” Sliding a finger inside me, he lowered his lips to my ear. “Now be a dirty little slut and tell me to make you come.”
• • •
“Want to stay over?” I asked Miles as we dried off. “I can finish packing my bag and we can leave first thing in the morning.”
“Sure.” He shook his head like a wet puppy, flinging droplets at me. In fact, the entire bathroom was a mess. Water was everywhere.
“I’d better mop up this floor.” I hung up my towel and reached for a dry one on the shelf.
“I’ll do it. You pack.”
“Seriously?” I smiled happily. Holy crap, Dan would never have offered to clean up that mess. “Hey, do I need to pack a dress and heels for any reason?”
“Definitely.” He knelt down and started sopping up the water.
“Oooh, what’s the reason?” I asked, clasping my hands together.
“Sometimes I like wearing a woman’s shoes while I fuck her.” He looked back at me and rolled his eyes at my stunned expression. “Because I want to take you somewhere nice, Natalie. Jeez.”
“Oh. Sorry,” I said, laughing. “But with you I never know.”
I finished packing my bag, adding a white strapless sundress and some nude heels, a bathing suit, and my camera. When I was done, I went into the bathroom and pulled an extra toothbrush from my vanity and offered it to Miles. “Want this?”
“Yes, thank you.”
We brushed our teeth side by side at my sink, Miles in his boxer briefs and me in boy shorts and a tank. As our eyes met in the mirror, I felt a funny little flutter in my chest. For all his egotistical jokes and promiscuous ways and his complete refusal to seriously commit to anything except ink, he really was being very sweet to me. He’d make a good boyfriend or husband if he ever decided to get serious. Too bad he’s content to be a man-child his whole life. He’s got a lot to offer someone besides just sex.
He finished up and caught my eye in the mirror. “You look funny when you brush your teeth.”
So much for sweet. I spit and rinsed. “Shut up, I do not.”
“You do, and you get toothpaste all over your face. Look at you, you’re a mess.” He grabbed a hand towel and smashed it over my mouth, tucking me under his arm. “I could make a mess on your face.”
“OK. That’s it.” I took the towel, threw it down, and took him by the shoulders. “You’ve threatened me enough times with a mess. You should fucking do it already.” I marched him backward into my room and pushed him down onto the bed.
“Is this you bossing me around?” he asked, leaning back on his elbows as I yanked his underwear off.
“Yes.”
He grinned. “I like it already.”