Our second game of the Boston series was earlier today. An afternoon start, which means Max came to hang at the field. The boy is so busy on his feet these days that he only made it three innings before Miller took him down to the training room and field offices, allowing him to run around for the remainder of the game. The two of them came back to the hotel before the buses so she could get him ready for bed, and I stayed at the field longer than usual, bombarded with questions over my no-hitter last night.
I can’t explain what was going on with my body last game, but I was on. Every pitch felt fluid and strong as it left my grip. My shoulder wasn’t humming with pain the way it typically does when I pitch late into a game. I felt electrified. Rejuvenated.
Yeah, I got laid, but can I really contribute one of my career-best games to sex?
It was great fucking sex, so yeah, maybe I can.
There was something about that night that reminded me of who I am, what I have to offer, and the idea that a woman like Miller could want me, even if it’s just for the remainder of her time here, had me walking around as if I were invincible. Clearly, it translated to my game.
She, on the other hand, is entirely freaked out, and I’m not sure why. It was her idea, and I’m playing by her rules, but yesterday it was as if she thought every simple touch between us meant I was going to lock her down, wife her up, and put a baby in her just to keep her from leaving Chicago.
Her fucking rules. They’re undeniably worse than any I had ever put in place. Now we can indulge in having one another, but only in the dark and never overnight. It doesn’t feel like enough. But then again, I’m worried nothing will be enough when it comes to Miller Montgomery because no matter if I could kiss her in public or have her sleeping in my bed, the fact is she’s leaving in three fucking weeks, and our fling ends then.
I know Max isn’t asleep yet, but it’s getting close to his bedtime, so when I enter my hotel room, I make sure to do it as quietly as possible.
But the two of them aren’t in my room, so I make my way into Miller’s and find them laying on the couch in the corner. Max is on Miller’s lap with his head resting back on her chest. She’s got a blanket surrounding them, but I can spot my son already in his pajamas as Miller reads him a story, speaking low and hushed.
They don’t know I’m here, so I steal the memory, leaning on the doorframe to watch them together.
This version of her is so different from the one I met that first day. There’s a calmness about her now. She seems centered here with him, or maybe that’s just me projecting and she’s only acting this way for my son’s sake.
Miller reads, slightly adjusting her inflection to create different character voices, and Max loves it. He giggles when her voice takes on a masculine depth, and again when it goes high.
Miller turns the page before brushing my son’s hair, running her fingers through it almost absent-mindedly. My son’s little blue eyes are growing heavy as he melts into her touch and listens to her read.
And then my chest doubles in size when she presses her lips to the top of his head when she realizes he’s drifting off.
It’s so gentle and natural. Easy and done without thought. Exactly the way it is when I show my son affection.
God, they’re fucking cute together.
I shift on my feet and the floor creaks, breaking the soft moment. Max’s eyes shoot open once again when the two of them turn in my direction, finding me in the room.
They both smile.
“Dadda.” Max reaches out with his only empty fist, grasping the air as if he’s grasping for me.
“Hi, Bug.” I step into the room, joining them when I get on my haunches next to the couch. “Are you reading?”
He points to the illustrated children’s book in Miller’s hand, making some kind of noise that starts with a “B” sound. His version of saying book.
“Yeah, you’re right. That’s a book.” I make sure to enunciate the syllables so he can hear them all as my eyes drift up to Miller’s, finding her just as sleepy and content as my son. “Don’t you two look so cozy.”
I brush Max’s hair out of his eyes then I do the same to her because I don’t give a fuck about her rules right now. She’s only here for a little while longer so in this moment, I’m going to treat her how I want to treat her—as if she were mine.
“Was he okay today?” I take my hat off, dropping it to the floor because the brim is interrupting my view of them.
Miller nods with a sleepy grin before her eyes dart right to my hat where it sits upside down. “What’s that?”
My attention follows hers to find the small photo tucked into the inner band. I pull it out to show her, the edges worn from me touching it during every game.
It’s a tiny photo of Max when he was only seven months old. Just weeks after he came into my life and changed it forever.
Miller’s face softens with a sigh. “You touch that before every inning when you’re pitching. I saw it last night.”
“Yeah. The umpires have to check it before each game to make sure there’s nothing suspicious in my hat that could give me an edge, but most of them know it’s in there by now. It’s sappy and sentimental, but when I’m on the mound and stressed out, it’s a good reminder that work isn’t the most important thing in my life. He is.”
She twists her lips, biting the bottom one. “You’re a good dad, Kai.”
I offer her a small smile, feeling a bit more deserving of those words.
“Let’s go to bed.” I say that to my son because sleepovers are against Miller’s rules.
I want to tell her that her boundaries are bullshit, but I don’t exactly have the freedom to say that when I decided to ignore my own boundaries just two nights ago. And here I am, in a world of trouble because of it. I can feel the painful goodbye lingering in my future, so yeah . . . maybe there’s a part of me that wants her to feel a bit of that too.
With Max in my arms, Miller follows me back into my room. Our hotel stays have felt more fluid lately, as if our two rooms are intended to be one. If Miller is getting Max settled for bed, she takes him to her room to get him away from his toys and the chaos. And if we’re all here together, she comes and spends time with us in mine.
As soon as we get past the door separating our rooms, Miller’s phone rings. She pulls it out of her back pocket, skin cinching between her brows.
“Who is it?”
“Violet. My agent.” She nods back towards her room before slipping inside and closing the door behind her to keep her conversation private.
Panic instantly floods me. Why would anyone from work be calling her? She’s off for another three weeks. She’s mine for another three weeks.
Taking Max to the chair in my room, I hold him against my chest so I can spend a little time with him before the day is over, attempting to not let my new anxiety interrupt our time together. He settles into me all sleepy before he points back to Miller’s room.
“Mmm,” he hums.
“What, Bug?”
He points to the door again. “Mmm.”
“Are you trying to say Miller?”
“Mmm.”
“Yeah, that’s Miller.” I rock in the chair, rubbing a hand over his back as I tilt my head to look at him. “Do you love Miller?”
He probably doesn’t know what I’m asking, but he nods against me anyway, recognizing the question in my inflection.
Even if he doesn’t understand what he just answered, I know my boy loves that girl.
“I know you do.” I place a kiss on the top of his head. “She loves you too, buddy.”
Minutes later, Max is passed out asleep in my arms, so I carefully place him in his crib, turning off most of the lights, but then the relaxed and calm vibe completely changes when Miller cracks the door between our rooms.
Stress is evident on her pretty face.
“I’m going to bed.”
I catch the door before she closes it. “What’s wrong?”
“Just tired.”
Bullshit. She was tired before that phone call, but she’s not anymore. Now she’s upset.
“What did she want?”
“Kai—”
“Are you going back early?”
The question comes out so needy and desperate, and maybe it’s against her rules to show that side of me, but I don’t give a shit. I’m quickly learning I’m both of those things when it comes to her.
“No . . . no, I’m not going back early. It was about the upcoming article, but it’s also not a big deal.”
She forces a smile, but it doesn’t look right. It’s not light, devilish, or dirty. I don’t recognize it at all.
I’ve seen Miller upset about work before, but mostly when she’s having trouble in the kitchen. This stress on her face doesn’t seem to be the same as that previous version. I can feel the distance she’s putting up even though she’s less than a foot from me, and that distance only grows when she says, “I’m going to get some sleep. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
And she closes the door on me.
What the hell was with that phone call?
Miller is the fun one. The wild one. The one who knows how to let loose when I’m too overwhelmed about life. So, an hour later, while I’m lying in the dark and see the crack of light under our door still shining from her room, I pull my phone out to text my brother.
Me: You awake?
Isaiah: Yeah.
Me: You alone or do you have company over?
It’s my brother. I’ve got to ask.
Isaiah: Alone. I’m changing my ways, remember?
Me: Sure. Would you mind coming over and hanging with Max for an hour or so? He’s already asleep and I need to get Miller out of her room.
Isaiah: Sounds kinky. Does Monty know you’re sneaking his daughter out of the hotel right under his nose?
Me: Please shut up. Are you coming over or not?
Isaiah: Geez. You go forty-eight hours without getting laid and you’re a grouch again. Yes, I’m coming over.
The door between our rooms is unlocked. It hasn’t been locked in weeks, so I open it to find a wide-awake Miller sitting at the desk with her laptop open and notepad covered in messy scribbles. She’s got one foot on the chair as she rests her chin on her knee, espresso brown hair pulled up in a knot as the light from the computer illuminates her face. She’s sitting so close, as if hoping whatever information is on the screen will magically transfer to her brain, and even from the doorway, I can tell she’s stressing over recipes.
“Mills, put your bathing suit on. You’re coming with me.”
She whips around. “Why?”
“Because I need to loosen my shoulder in the pool.”
“But—” She gestures towards her computer.
“You don’t have to put your suit on, but you’re coming with me. In fact, I prefer you naked anyway.”
She chuckles, rolling her eyes as she closes her computer. “Fine.”
Once Isaiah is settled in my room, Miller and I find the pool. I thought this one would be an indoor one, seeing as Boston freezes over in the winter, but it’s outside and on the rooftop.
She’s in that forest green swimsuit again, and now that I know what’s underneath, I refuse to hide my gawking as she leaves her towel on a chair and walks her ass to the pool. Her hips sway, her thick thighs rubbing together with every step, fucking mouthwatering with all that tanned and tatted skin.
“This is exactly why I needed you to come with me. This is the kind of motivation I was looking for.”
“So you brought me out here just to objectify me?” she asks as she slips into the water.
“Yeah . . . obviously.”
I follow behind, trying to adjust my growing erection in my swim trunks, but there’s not a chance in hell it’s going away being this close to her almost naked body now that I know what it feels like to be inside of her.
It’s dark out and the pool is closed, but breaking and entering a hotel pool is nothing new for either of us.
Miller stays in the shallow end where she can stand, and I do a couple of leisurely laps while I allow her a moment to be in her head. I’m going to get in there in a minute anyway.
She’s sitting on the top step of the pool stairs when I make it back to her.
“I need you to get more tattoos,” she states as I crest the water.
“Where did that come from?”
“Just from looking at you. They look good on your skin.”
“Well.” I wade through the water to her. “I need you to wear less clothes.”
“Where did that come from?”
I shrug. “Just from looking at you.”
She smiles, a bit of that previous stress gone for a moment.
“Want to talk about it?” I ask, pushing my wet hair back.
“No.”
“Okay. Why don’t you talk about it anyway.” Pulling her off the step, my fingers slide down her forearms, fiddling with her hands, and maybe it’s because they’re under the water or because no one else is here to see it, but she gives in to the physical contact.
Pressing my luck, I lean back on the ledge, ushering her to stand in front of me. I wrap my arms around her waist from behind, holding her close when she says, “I have to go to LA.”
I freeze, panic zipping through me. “But you said—”
“Not for good. I’ll be back, but the photographer for the magazine cover needs to get the photos shot and edited before September. I’ll do the interview when I get back to work, but the magazine issue is releasing only two weeks later, I guess.”
She drops her head back against my chest as if she’s falling with defeat.
I don’t like this. The idea of her leaving doesn’t sit right. What if she gets there and doesn’t want to come back? What if she gets back to her real life and realizes she’s done passing through Chicago?
Wracking my brain, I search for a solution. “You have to be in that particular kitchen for the shoot?”
“No, but I don’t have any kitchen connections in Chicago.”
“Use mine.”
Her head whips back as she looks up at me.
“Would mine work? It’s just for photos, right? You said it yourself, it’s nice to look at.”
She furrows her brow. “Yes, but—”
“Then it’s settled.”
“Kai, are you sure? There’s going to be a whole team of people involved. They’ll take over your house for an entire day.”
“If it keeps you from leaving then yes, I’m sure.”
Miller’s eyes soften, tracing my face before she exhales and falls against me again, but this time it’s with relief. “Thank you.”
Now that she’s a bit more relaxed, I let my hands wander under the water, skimming against her ribs. “That’s what had you so stressed out? That’s no big deal.”
“I think I forgot about what’s waiting for me after this. What if I never get it back, Kai? What if I’m not good enough anymore? I’ve spent my whole life chasing this career and to end up where? Making chocolate chip cookies and banana bread for a baseball team? God.” She buries her face in her hands. “This is too important for me to be fucking around all summer. I should’ve been focusing on work, and now it’s coming up so fast and I have nothing prepared. I’m going to get eaten alive by critics and—”
“Hey,” I soothe, running my hands up her arms to pull them away from her face. “Take a deep breath.”
She does as I say while I trail my palms up to her shoulders, feeling the tension bunched there. I knead her flesh. “You’re supposed to be the fun one, remember? I’m the one who stresses.”
She huffs a laugh, a bit of tension dissolving, but not enough.
I won’t lie. Her words kind of make me feel like shit. I’m the reason she hasn’t been able to work or practice in the kitchen. We’ve been distracting her all summer, keeping her away from this world she’s worked so hard to succeed in, and now she’s panicking because the weeks she was supposed to have been regaining her confidence in the kitchen, she’s spent traveling with my team and taking care of my son.
I press my thumbs into the tension of her shoulders. “What is the worst-case scenario in all of this?”
She thinks on it for a second. “I never get my groove back. I’m never able to create a high-end dessert again. My waitlist of chefs dump me and I never get hired again. I’m forced out of the industry and end up working in the bakery department of a grocery store, decorating cakes for Karen’s retirement party, but then of course, she fucking complains because the purple frosting isn’t the right shade of violet. So, I cuss her out because there are worse problems in the world than her frosting leaning more eggplant than violet, causing me to get fired from there too and now I’m living in my dad’s house and sleeping on his couch and he’s devastatingly disappointed because he’s given up his entire life for me and now I’m unemployed and couch surfing.”
I can’t help but laugh, which thankfully pulls one from her too. “Dramatic as fuck, Mills.”
“It could happen.”
“It’s not going to happen. Even if you did leave the high-end world, you’re still a badass baker. You’d open your own bakery or something equally as amazing. You don’t get to where you are in your career out of luck. You’re a hard worker and ridiculously talented. That doesn’t just change.”
I don’t mention anything about Monty because it’s completely absurd that she’s worried about her dad’s disappointment and I think she knows it too. That guy looks at his daughter like she hung the fucking moon.
“I need to get serious in the kitchen when we get home.”
“Okay,” I agree calmly. “You’re right, but you can’t do anything about it tonight. So, there’s no point in stressing about it now.” Bending down, I place a kiss on the top of her shoulder. “Am I the one who needs to remind you how to have some fun?”
She relaxes back into my touch, pressing her ass against the cradle of my hips under the water. “You’re like a completely different man than you were at the beginning of summer.”
“Yeah, well, in the last two days I got laid and pitched a no-hitter, so things are looking up for me.” I trail my hands over her stomach and tits, barely grazing the pads of my thumbs against her nipples. “Besides, I told you, the old Kai was different. He had a wild streak.”
“Hmm,” she hums against me, her body coming to life under my touch. “And what did the old Kai do to have fun?”
Dipping lower, I toy with the strings of her bikini bottoms sitting against her hip. Finding the end of one, I tug. “He skinny-dipped.”
The fabric falls open as she looks down into the water, and Miller is all but writhing against me when I pull at the string on her opposite hip, her bottoms floating away in the water.
It didn’t take much and I’m hard as a fucking rock.
“Kai.” Her tone is laced with warning, but the need in her voice is a whole lot louder. “We could get caught.”
I nip her earlobe. “That’s all part of the fun, baby.”
I let my hand drift lower, skimming the skin of her belly before dipping my fingers between her folds. Palming her pussy, I give it a little tap under the water.
“This is the best pussy I’ve ever had, you know that?”
“Yeah?” Her voice is hoarse as she grips my forearms, partly to balance herself in the water, but mostly to keep my hand right where it is.
“I couldn’t believe how tight and warm it was around me. You’re all I’ve thought about since. How good you taste. How wet you get.”
She moans, rolling the entire length of her body against me.
Nipping against the skin of her throat, I whisper, “I want to be inside of you again.”
“Then do it.” Her nimble fingers undo the tie at the top of my shorts, dipping inside to grip me.
Groaning, I drop my head to her shoulder.
She feels fucking amazing. Just as amazing as she did the other night. She strokes me in the water, grinding her ass against me in tandem.
I slip a finger inside her cunt and she almost falls apart from that alone. “You should fuck me, Kai. That’d be a good distraction from my stress.”
“I don’t have a condom.”
“I don’t care.”
She doesn’t know what she’s saying. She’s too turned on to be thinking straight.
“Yes, you do, Miller. You just don’t think you care because your pussy is literally weeping on my fingers right now.”
And I know I sure as hell care.
She grips my cock, her thumb rolling around the head as if her hand could change my mind. If my son, my constant reminder, wasn’t sleeping just inside this hotel, maybe it could.
Her legs clench around my hand. “Then stop teasing me if you’re not going to do anything about it.”
I slip another finger inside her pussy, causing her to fall forward with a whimper.
“I’m not teasing you. I’m going to make you come. It just won’t be with my cock.”
“But I like your cock.”
I chuckle. “I know you do.” She twists and turns her hand around my shaft. “And fuck, it likes you too.”
Miller leans up and kisses me, eager lips finding mine. I want to turn away, somewhat annoyed that she only kisses me when it’s going to lead to more. Yesterday, before my game I wanted her to kiss me as I stood outside of the clubhouse, but she couldn’t. And though I’m doing all sorts of mental gymnastics right now, when her tongue sweeps inside my mouth, I know there’s no way in hell I’d actually stop her.
She makes quick work of my swim trunks, letting them float away in the water with her own suit. One swift tug of the strings on the back of her neck has her top falling down, and being the impatient man I am, I rip it off the rest of the way and throw it somewhere in the water to join our discarded clothes.
Her nipples are stiff when the night breeze hits them, pressing into my stomach, and my dick is equally as hard when it slides against her hip, searching for friction. I have to remind him we’re not getting any tonight. We’re simply making sure this wild girl remembers how to have some fun.
But then Miller grinds her body against me, and the head of my dick presses against her clit.
She whimpers into my chest, and repeats the motion.
“Oh fuck, Mills.” My words are a breathy cry as I drop my head onto hers.
Fingers threaded through her hair, I tug to pull her attention up to me. “I need you to stop grinding your pussy on me.”
“I can’t help it.”
I search her pretty face. She’s a mess, falling limp against me, leaving her body at my complete control besides her seeking hips that are rolling against mine in the water.
“Fucking hell, Miller.” I flip her around, pulling her back to my chest again, allowing my cock to follow the line of her ass until it slides against the folds of her cunt. I hiss from the sensation, rocking my hips against her as I slick my length against her core. “Use my cock to get off, but don’t you dare put it inside of you.”
She rolls her body, fully grinding against it.
My head drops back, eyes on the moon because holy fuck, that feels good.
She writhes down on me, needy and desperate, but I’m not going to fuck her without a condom. Instead, I find her thighs under the water and push them together, crossing her legs over each other to tighten her hold on my dick, creating a tight channel for my cock to jut into.
“Oh God.” She rocks her ass against my pelvis bone, riding my cock without it being inside of her.
I can feel how warm she is even under the water. She’s wet, but with her own arousal as she humps me close to insanity.
This is fucking torture. What the hell was I thinking? Every time she grinds, the head of my dick nudges her opening, and all I need is for one little slip and I’d be inside of her. Bare.
I’m never leaving my room without a goddamn condom again.
She’s loud. She’s naked. She’s fucking perfect. We’re in a public place with the city lights of Boston glowing below us. But there’s no way in hell I’m stopping her. Watching and hearing Miller come has quickly become a new addiction, one I have no idea how I’m going to curb once she leaves me.
I rock my hips into her from behind and the head of my cock accidentally slips just past her opening.
We both freeze, and I’m thoroughly impressed by both of our restraint to not fully sink into each other right here and now.
“Miller—”
“Please.”
Our chests are pounding with heavy breaths and waiting anticipation. I could take her right here. I could curve my hips forward and I’d be inside of her. Tempting as fuck, but I can’t.
Instead, I yank her off me and lift her out of the water, sitting her on the ledge of the pool, bending her knees so her feet are planted on the cement.
Then I devour her.
I latch my mouth around her, flicking my tongue over her clit as I lick long, controlled strokes over her core.
“Oh,” she cries, pulling at my hair. “Yes, Kai. Right there.”
Looking up from between her legs, I find her with her head thrown back, her tits heaving under the moonlight. Her legs tighten around my cheeks, pussy pulsing against my tongue.
I think this might be what my heaven will look like, and if it’s not, well, then I don’t really want to go.
Miller is frantic, but loose, having no control over her body as she rocks her hips against my mouth, finding her orgasm. Her fingers tighten in my hair, her abdomen contracting as she moans so loudly, there’s no way in hell we’re not going to get caught.
“There it is,” I whisper against her core and my words have her body shuddering.
“Kai . . . Kai, I’m coming.”
Her legs tighten, clenching around me as her body shudders, and when her orgasm takes over, all I can do is watch.
She’s all wet, contracting muscles. Flushed skin, dilated eyes. Fucking beautiful as she whimpers my nickname into the night sky. She rolls and writhes against me, looking for every last second as I taste her at the same tempo, letting her ride it out on my face while having the best fucking view to watch how stunning this girl is when she falls apart because of me.
My dick is throbbing, painfully angry that he’s not getting any action tonight, but I’ll take care of him in the shower when I get back to my room. Every languid stroke will be done with vivid memory of what it sounds like when Miller calls out my name as she comes.
She goes soft against the ground, sated and sleepy just as she was before that phone call. Exactly as I hoped when I pulled her out of her room.
I kiss her pussy, finishing with a gentle tap to the sensitive flesh.
“Feel better?”
She nods. “Much better.”
“Good.” Pulling at her arms, I lift her off the ledge and back into the water with me. “Let’s get you to bed.”
With her wrapped around me, I carry her to the stairs, putting her on a step to rest, but still deep enough that the water is covering her naked body in case anyone heard her moaning and has decided to come bust us.
Meanwhile, I swim across the length of the pool, gathering up our discarded swimsuits before meeting her back on the stairs. Retying her suit, I hand the pieces back to her, and while she gets redressed, I climb out of the water to grab her a towel, not bothering to get my naked body covered until I can cover hers.
My cock is making a proud display of how ready I am for a release as it juts out from my body. I try to ignore the ache as I bring a towel to her where she sits on the top stair, still as naked as the day she was born.
When I bend with the open towel, she doesn’t just grab it. She grabs me too.
She pulls me down to her level until my ass hits the cement ledge of the pool.
“What are you—” but my words die on my tongue when I note the way she’s prowling towards me.
And in one single motion, Miller flips her wet hair to one side of her shoulders and licks my shaft from root to tip.
“Fuck,” I exhale. “Mills, yes please.”
With a smile on her lips, she opens them and slides my length into her warm, waiting mouth.
“Oh my God, baby, yes. Just like that.”
Eagerly, Miller is on her knees on the top step of the pool, sucking my cock like it’s a damn popsicle. I curl over her, gathering her hair in my fist so I can get a better view. Her tits bounce as she bobs on my dick, taking me so deep I hit the back of her throat.
“Jesus.” My eyes roll back.
With her hands, she wanders over my thighs, squeezing the muscle. She traces the inked skin on my legs and hips, before running her fingers over the small patch of pubic hair above my cock. The same cock which is being swallowed down in the most enthusiastic blow job of my life.
My hips thrust up as I cradle her skull, curling over to watch.
But then Miller presses her palms against my chest, ushering me to lay back against the cement ground. I do, leaning back on an elbow, one knee bent, foot perched on the ledge while my other leg dangles freely in the water.
My long body stretches out as Miller continues to work.
How the fuck did I get so lucky that I’m getting my dick sucked by a stunning woman under the summer moonlight? I feel like a fucking king.
And then she moans. She fucking moans with a mouth full of my cock.
I gather her hair again, holding it against her skull as I palm her head with a single hand, bouncing her at the tempo I crave. Miller whimpers against my length but keeps up. Lapping and licking, sucking the tip.
She’s clenching her legs together on the top step as if this is turning her on so much she wants to come again.
Hand sliding down, she cups my balls and every muscle in my body fires, trying to hold my orgasm in. She strokes my shaft with both her hand and her lips, creating the most insane tempo and friction. Miller pops off me, using her saliva as lubricant as she jerks me with only her hand instead.
She peers up at me, those green eyes mischievous as her tongue darts out and flicks the underside of my crown.
“Fuck. You’re killing me.” My body jolts again, begging me to let go, but I want this to last as long as possible. I want to spend my whole night right here until someone walks in on us to reopen the pool in the morning.
She kisses a path down my shaft, using her hand in conjunction to stroke me. The sounds of our wet skin sliding together is the only thing you can hear out here other than my needy sounds. Miller licks the sensitive skin of my balls before she sucks one in her mouth, jacking me off simultaneously.
And she watches me the entire time like she’s just waiting for the moment I come apart.
“I’m going to . . .” My words are stunted. “Gonna come.”
She only continues, sucking and twirling her talented tongue until my thick and swollen shaft throbs in her hand.
In long jerks, cum decorates my abdomen, shooting out as Miller continues her movements. My entire body tenses and my lungs stop working as I come so hard my vision fades around the corners.
Somehow though, I can still see Miller between my legs. Smug and so satisfied like she’s been looking forward to sucking the life out of me since the first day we saw each other.
I think she might be a little bit crazy. My favorite brand of crazy, but crazy nonetheless.
Once my dick is spent, I take a deep breath, falling back onto the cement ledge, entirely done for. Miller crawls over my naked body, her tits rubbing against my softening cock as she licks a path of cum off my abdomen.
All I can do is laugh in disbelief. How the fuck is this my life? “Where the hell did you come from?”
She straddles my hips, palms anchored on my pecks, and if my dick wasn’t completely done, I might just say screw it to my condom rule and fuck her right here.
The power of a good blow job, I guess. Makes you do stupid things.
“That was incredible.” I breathe.
“Told ya. Gold star head.” She simply grins, all knowing, before she licks her lips as if she’s tasting me on them again.
We both laugh, completely naked under the night sky, before Miller lays down on top of me, nuzzling her head into the crook of my neck while I hold her, running a palm down her bare spine.
I keep her there, even though we’re teetering with getting caught, because I know as soon as we go back inside where we have two beds, she won’t be in mine.
Too intimate. Too attached for her. Because lying naked under the stars after making each other come together isn’t intimate as fuck.
“Thank you,” she exhales against my neck. “For making me forget about real life for a second.”
My eyes close at her words. This is real life. This is my real life.
As if I didn’t already know, this moment is another reminder that I’m going to be fucking ruined when she goes back to hers.
