Unexpected Heat - An Enemies to Lovers Romance - Page 24

We get to Debbie and Collins’ house just as she’s waving off another parent. She comes to the car, and we exchange greetings. Isaac says goodbye and runs to the house.

“We’re off to the art gallery,” I tell Debbie, and she winks.

I laugh it off. “Mila and I are just friends,” I say and glance at Mila, who smiles and nods.

“Well, enjoy yourselves,” Debbie says, and we leave.

“I like your dress,” I tell Mila as we wait for the traffic lights to change.

“Thanks. What part do you like best? Show me,” she says, her voice sensual.

I reach out to touch the hem of her dress. I trace a finger along it, touching her thighs in feather light movements. Her breathing changes and her chest rises up and down.

She doesn’t move as I trace a finger over her right thigh, pushing the hem of her dress higher. I follow the line of her hip up to the edge of her panties. I face forward but see nothing. All my senses shift to my finger.

She parts her thighs the slightest bit. I trace imaginary shapes over the mound of her pussy. She shivers slightly. Then simultaneously, honks explode, jerking us back to the present.

“Shit!” I curse under my breath.

I press on the gas, and the car shoots forward. Then I become aware of soft, purring noise. I look over at Mila and cannot believe what I’m seeing. Her head is thrown back, her eyes shut, her mouth slightly parted, and her hand on her pussy.

“Fuck!” I say.

Her legs are parted, but from where I’m seated, I can’t see a thing.

“Are you fingering yourself, Mila?” I growl.

“No, I’m just touching my clit,” she says without opening her eyes. “Just the way you’d do it.”

Fuck.

I try to concentrate on the road. “Put one finger in.”

Mila moans, and I imagine a finger slipping into her slippery wetness. Thankfully, the car windows are tinted as I stop for another traffic light. My cock is now painful, begging for release. I put on the handbrake and loosen my seat belt.

“I’ll do that,” I growl and bend to Mila’s pussy. I inhale the sweet scent of her arousal before I dive in and lick her pussy mercilessly.

“Oh God, Brad,” Mila moans.

“I love your pussy,” I tell her. “It tastes so good.”

I nudge her thighs further apart and give attention to her clit. I tease it, licking and biting lightly. Mila writhes and raises herself off the seat.

Hoots go off, and I curse under my breath. “To be continued,” I tell Mila.

We reach the art gallery, and I drive to their basement parking. It’s deserted, and I park the car in a darkened corner.

“Give me that pussy,” I tell Mila.

“It’s all yours,” she says.

I unbuckle my seat belt, and she does the same and pushes her seat back. I continue from where I left off. I insert a finger into her pussy and flick her clit with my tongue. It’s a double assault, and it does its magic as Mila moans and squirms. Nothing else exists except Mila, her pussy, my tongue, her scent, and her pleasure.

“What are you doing to me?” Mila cries.

“Do you want me to stop?” I tease.

She pushes my head down. I continue teasing her pussy, and moments later, I’m rewarded when she calls out my name, and an orgasm rocks her body.

After she rearranges her panties and dress, I turn to her. “Ready?”

She laughs and glances at my cock. “I don’t think you are.”

She’s right. I can’t walk around with a tent in front of me. My cock is still hard.

“I want to taste you,” she says almost shyly. Her hand goes to my cock, and I let out a breath.

I lie back down and open my zipper. It’s a relief to free my cock. Mila grips it expertly and lays the head on her tongue.

Fuck.

She sucks it alternating between applying a lot of pressure and easing back. I jerk my hips upward, pushing my cock deeper into her mouth. I remind myself to take it easy. It’s not possible for a woman to take all of my cock in her mouth. One of her hands snakes down to cup my balls.

“Suck on my balls,” I tell her, and when her mouth closes in on them, I let out a deep growl. I want to feel her touching and licking me everywhere, but for now, this will do.

She alternates between my balls and my cock. She moans as she takes my cock again into her mouth. I pump upward, groaning louder as my balls tighten. My orgasm is close. It’s happening so fast, and no matter how much I try to distract myself, her mouth and hands pull me back.

“Mila,” I tell her. “I’m going to come. You need to move.”

“Come in my mouth,” she says. “I promise not to spill a drop.”

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