“Do you want me to come in? I didn’t want to assume anything so I can easily go check-in to the hotel,” he says, turning the ignition off and turning toward me.
I reach over and fist his shirt, pulling him in so our lips are touching and he’s everything I can see. “If you think for one minute that I’m gonna let you leave me now, you’ve got another thing coming.” I flick my tongue out and run it along the seam of his mouth. “Because after an hour of foreplay over dinner, you can bet your ass you’re paying up now.”
He shifts his head and quirks a brow. “And what payment methods do you accept?”
I release my hold on his shirt and sit back in my seat, my hand going to the door handle. “That’s for me to know and you to figure out.” Purse in hand, I hop out of the car before he can tell me to wait. I stop in the doorway to lean down. “Oh, and bring the food. We might build up an appetite.” Walking toward the house, I fight the urge to look back over my shoulder. The door slamming shut and the car alarm beeping, followed by quick footsteps behind me, tell me everything I need to know.
I’m pushing the key in the lock when his big hand engulfs mine, the heat of his body warming my back as his mouth comes to my ear. “There’s no way I’d choose an empty bed over anywhere with you.” He opens the door and walks me inside, closing it behind him and taking my keys off me, throwing them on the hallway table.
“You better take me to your room before I strip you off and taste you right here…” He bends me over, forcing me to brace my arms on the side table. He grips my hip, roughly releasing the button on my jeans. Undoing the zip, he pushes his hand inside, his fingers gliding over the wet satin between my legs. His other hand cups my breast, his thumb and forefinger delving inside my top and rolling my nipple.
“Oh God.”
“Now, Kenz,” he growls.
I stand straight and turn around, looping my arms around his neck and lifting up on my toes to crush my mouth to his.
“Good choice,” he mumbles, his thumb reaching beneath my silk thong, finding my now aching clit without delay.
He slowly—achingly so—pushes a finger inside of me, and I moan against his tongue. My back meets the entryway wall as he shoves his leg between mine, pressing hard against my core. My entire body now at his bidding, I’m breathless, completely awash in sensation. Closing my eyes, I give in to the pleasure and just let him take me.
His mouth trails down my neck, nipping and biting, licking and sucking, as his fingers continue their beautiful torture.
“Jesus, so fucking sweet,” he rasps against my skin, his impressive length pressing against my stomach with every roll of his hips. My breaths come quick and fast as his hand picks up speed, the rough pad of his thumb stroking my clit with renewed determination.
“I wanna hear you say my name when you come. I want that so fucking bad, I’ve been dreaming of it all week. Your moans, your cries, your body trembling as you fall over the edge.”
“Fuuuuuck…”
“Give me that, Kenz. Let me hear you.”
I whimper my assent, words escaping me as he spears two fingers deep inside me in perfect rhythm with every roll of his thumb on my clit. Blinding light flashes behind my eyelids as I catapult headfirst into a leg-buckling orgasm, my body thankful for Millen holding me up as I sag against him.
He slows his strokes, not stopping completely until my moans turn into wrung-out whimpers.
“That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my entire fucking life.” He gently grabs my chin, turning my face until his mouth collides with mine and he shows just how much he meant that with his tongue and teeth. I swear I’m halfway to multiple orgasms with just that kiss, and his fingers are still buried deep between my legs.
I drag my hands through his hair, pulling his head back to meet his eyes. He moves his hand away and braces it on the wall by my head. “Unless we’re going for two and oh in the entryway, let’s take this where I can support my own weight and get my hands on you.”
He quirks a brow and his swollen lips twitch. “You can’t support your own weight?” I look down to where I’m straddling his leg then back again. “You’re a good seat, but I think you’d make a better mattress.”
His gaze goes molten. “Let’s fix that.” He lowers his leg, bends down, and throws me over his shoulder in the blink of an eye. Ignoring my squeal, he takes long strides down the corridor toward the back of the house. I hold on to his hips—not missing the chance to check out his ass up close and personal—and am just about to bite his pants when he jerks to a halt. “You better tell me which room otherwise it’ll take longer for me to get my mouth on you.”
My body shudders, a mini-orgasm threatening to take hold at just the thought of that. If he’s even half as good with his tongue as he is with his fingers, then it’s doubtful I’ll be able to move—let alone walk—by morning.
He lets go of my hand and turns to face me, cupping my cheeks and kissing me as he walks me backwards into my bedroom. I grab hold of his waist and let him take my mouth as if he owns it. Because right now, he’s owning every part of me—or he will be shortly.
He drops his arms to my shoulders, slipping his fingers beneath my jacket and sliding it slowly down my arms. His hands slide across my skin, sending delicious shivers to all my really good places. Not once do our lips part.
I close my eyes and lose myself in the sensations he arouses in me. My body, still thrumming from my orgasm, craves everything he’s giving me. Everything he’s about to give me.
He stops as we reach the end of my bed, and I give myself a high-five for leaving my bedside light on. I can see the hunger etched into Millen’s expression as he pulls back and pins me in place with a simple stare. Scrap that—there’s nothing simple about the look in his eyes. It’s pure, unadulterated lust laced with a desperation to touch me if his tight grip on my ass is anything to go by.
“You’re hell on a man’s self-control, you know that?” He nips my bottom lip and presses my hips against his, making me feel every inch of his “control” against my stomach.
I drop my head back, exposing my neck to his roaming mouth, his hand sliding up my side to cup my breast over my top. “Too. Many. Clothes,” I murmur between breaths, I’m being tortured from the outside in, too much more and I’ll self-combust.
“Let’s fix that, shall we?” His low whispered voice in my ear brushes over my skin, electrifying my senses. He lifts his arms to my chest and deftly releases the hooks lining the front of my top one by one, his tongue, teeth, and lips devouring my throat as he dips his mouth to kiss the swell of my breast. “I’ve been wanting to do this all fucking night.”
I dig my nails into his shoulders. He lowers himself to his knees, holding open my top to just look at my naked breasts. The longer he stares, the harder my nipples peak. Soon, I’m squirming in place as he continues his torturous perusal.
His eyes drop to the waist of my jeans. I desperately try to kick off my pumps.
“Don’t you dare,” he says with narrowed eyes. “Those shoes… God… they’ve been torturing me all night.”
I guess he likes my shoes then.
“Those shoes are the work of the devil.” He sits on his heels and runs his hands down from my ass, over my thighs, caressing the back of my knees, eliciting a barely audible whimper from me. He doesn’t miss it though if the sexy grin he sends my way is anything to go by.
He lifts one of my feet onto his knee, his fingers gliding over my ankle as he deftly undoes the clasp on my shoe, and gently pulls it off before doing the same to my other foot. Soon, I’m standing barefoot, breasts bared, jeans on, looking down at the sexiest man I’ve ever met who’s on his knees looking up at me.
We stay like that for a few seconds, just watching, taking each other in. His gaze roams my face then drops to my chest.
“A girl could get used to this.” I grin at him and love the flash in his eyes at my words.
“A woman like you should get used to this. You will get used to this if I have anything to say about it.” He leans forward, sliding his hands back up my body, his cheek resting against my inner thigh as he continues to rise, lifting his head until he’s running his nose along the seam of my jeans, and fuck, if I don’t finish off that mini orgasm I had earlier at just that one move.
“These need to come off,” he murmurs, slowly standing, his mouth trailing my torso until he’s level with my bust. I’m desperate for him to do something—anything—to quell the ache that’s been building all night. He doesn’t make me wait long.
I cry out as soon as his lips wrap around my nipple. His tongue pulses against my skin, driving me insane. My hands tangle in his hair, undecided whether to hold him in place or pull him up to kiss him. I choose the latter, tugging his head and crashing my mouth against his. He steps forward so the back of my knees hit the mattress and I fall onto the bed, bringing him down on top of me.
Positioning his forearms on either side of my head, he kisses me again, harder this time, rougher, more demanding, and oh, how I let him take everything he wants and more. I roll my tongue against his. I drag my teeth against his bottom lip when he pulls away, drawing him back in. We stay there, kissing as if it’s the only thing in the world we were born to do.
Millen rolls to my side, his eyes molten as he lets his hand roam over my chest until his fingers are lazily toying with my nipple. “I still have a problem,” he says roughly.
I look down to the sizeable tent in his slacks. “I see your problem and I think I have a solution.” I bite down on my lip to hold back a giggle, especially when he shakes his head at me.
“Not that. That problem will be fixed as soon as I can solve the other one, which is your pants.”
I jerk my head back into the mattress. “My pants?”
“They’re still on.”
I lift a brow and turn my face toward him. “They’re undone…”
“That’s not off. That’s no closer to you being naked.”
“You should get right on that then.” I’ve got a stupid grin on my face now—I can’t help it.
“Bossy, aren’t you?”
“Slow on the uptake, aren’t you?” I retort.
“That does it.” He crawls down my body, half hanging off the bed. He deftly slides his fingers inside the waist of my jeans, expertly dragging them down my legs and taking my underwear with him.
I lift myself up on my elbows. “Bold move…”
His hands push my legs apart, his tongue swiping my clit as his reply.
“Ahh… fuck…” My head digs into the bed, my back arching as he devours me whole. Licking, sucking, spearing, damn near worshiping me with a reverence and—it must be said—attention to detail rarely seen.
“Soon,” he mumbles against my skin, the vibrations shooting me higher as another climax threatens to turn me inside out. “I wanna hear you say my name again. This time while my tongue is buried inside of you.”
“Jesus! Keep talking like that and you’re guaranteed to make me do exactly… that. Is that tongue patented? Seriously, you know what you’re doing down there, Millen Ross.”
“Too much talking, not enough moaning,” he says before upping the ante and bringing one finger, then two, into play.
My hips gyrate in time with the targeted swipes of his tongue. He moves up and down, around and around, before gently running his teeth against my now super sensitive bundle of nerves and sucking it between his lips. He’s not letting up even for a minute and I’m far from complaining.
Then it’s upon me, another orgasm more forceful than the one before. My entire body tenses, an automatic self-preservation measure that I fight as I ride the wave of pleasure to its peak. I cry out his name, my hands dropping to his head and holding him in place.
He doesn’t let up for a single second, and just as my body starts to relax, he starts at me again, this time not easing into it. He eats me like a starving man, and it’s not until I’ve screamed so loud my voice is hoarse that he slowly brings me down to Earth and stands, giving me a reprieve. His lips are wet, his chest rapidly rising and falling, his eyes still blazing with hunger… need.
I prop myself up on my elbows as he works the buttons of his shirt, his gaze meeting mine with a sexy smirk as he throws his top on the floor and gets to work on his pants.
“Wait,” I breathe, jumping off the bed and stopping him from removing his briefs. Black Calvin Kleins. Tight. Fitting. Perfection. I leave my hand on his hip and dip my fingers inside the waistband. Leaning up on my toes, I cup his face and bring my mouth to his. “I want to do it,” I rasp. “It’s my turn…” Kiss. “To drive you…” Kiss. “A little crazy…” Kiss. “It’s only fair…” This time, I trace his bottom lip with my tongue before driving it into his mouth to get the full Millen kissing experience. Millen’s kissing ability has ruined me for all future kisses. They’re like a drug to me—I’m an addict who will never get enough.
He lifts his hands in surrender. “I’m not gonna stop you, Kenz. But I’ll warn you,” he says, his voice dropping an octave, “I’m fighting the urge to lay you down and take you right now so if you push me too far, you might find I push back.”
I tilt my head and lick my lips. “You’re not the only one who likes a challenge.”
His eyes flash as I lower myself to my knees in front of him, my hands going to either side of his hips. Slowly, I ease the fabric down his legs, unveiling his hard length as I go. Leaving them mid-thigh, I’m unable to resist the temptation to taste him for the first time.
I trace the head with the tip of my tongue before running my mouth down the underside of his cock to the base. I cup his balls and massage them as I lift my head and, eyes locked on his, engulf the entire length of him in one slow glide.
“Jesus,” he mutters, reaching down to tangle his fingers in my hair. I continue to slide his cock between my lips, deep throating him like a pro, loving the grunts and groans he makes whenever I graze my teeth against his exposed head. “You’re gonna finish this thing before I even get inside you if you keep that up.”
I slowly pull back, releasing him with an exaggerated pop. Sitting on my heels, I look up and meet his eyes, taking his offered hand and standing in front of him. “So…” I say, licking my lips and taking in his toned chest. It’s not one of those sculpted spends-every-minute-of-the-day-at-the-gym types of bodies. He’s got more of a runner’s body. And right now, it’s ticking all my boxes and then some.
His expression is one of hunger. Before I can say another word, his arm is wrapped around my waist and I’m being backed onto the bed.
He doesn’t take me slowly. He impales me at first thrust. Then he repeats it, over and over. His mouth on mine, his hands braced on the mattress, his hips pistoning in and out as if there’s nothing else in the world he was meant to do. All I can do is hold on to his shoulders and enjoy the ride.
“You feel this, Kenz. I know you do. You, me, us… everything… all of it… None of it matters when we’re together… just… like… this.”
“Oh God. . . “
“All week, all I could think about was you, this, being inside you…” He continues to hammer into me. It’s raw, carnal fucking, but it’s also so much more. His eyes stay pinned to mine. There’s not a moment when we’re not looking at each other. It’s an unspoken, unexplainable connection that I cannot—and will not—escape from. It’s intangible. “I can’t imagine being anywhere else.”
This is not just a hook-up. This is not just sex. This is more than anything I’ve had before and maybe will again.
I run my hands to the back of his head and pull him down, kissing him slow and long. I feel the tell-tale spark of pleasure deep inside me, my belly tightening and my legs tensing, preparing for the potential obliteration of my very soul with my forthcoming orgasm.
Millen bites my lip, easing back so our foreheads are touching. “Now I wanna feel you come all over my cock. Let me hear you, Kenz.” He’s breathing hard, matching my own pants as I grip him harder, pull him closer, and lift my hips, pushing against his thrusts.
“Millen… God… fuck…” I moan. My orgasm courses through me, my entire body going rigid just as he drives into me deep and groans his climax into the crook of my neck.
A few moments later, he pulls out of me and rolls onto his back, curling his arm around my shoulders and taking me with him. Resting my head on his shoulder, I lean into his chest.
Not knowing what to say, I say the first thing that pops into my head. “So… that was fun.”
His eyes widen before he tightens his hold on me and bursts out laughing. He dips his chin and brushes his lips against mine. “That was more than fun, Kenz. You better get some rest now, because I’m not sure I want to let you leave this bed.”
“Even for our dinner we haven’t eaten yet?” I ask. As if on cue, my stomach growls rather embarrassingly.
“Looks like I need to feed my woman. Food and rest, then we start all over again.”
And that’s exactly what we do. Food, rest, then an hour later, round two.