Playing (Inked Hearts 2)

He digs his hands into my hair. "You're sexy as hell."

It occurs to me that I've never done this before. With Miles in front of me, I'm not hesitant or shy. I know everything I need to know. I'm going to do whatever it takes to make him feel as good as I felt on the couch.

I slide my tongue around the head of his cock. He shudders, so I do it again. Again. Again. I suck on his tip. He's hard, but his skin is soft. And it tastes like Miles.

I take as much of him as I can. His deep groan echoes around the glass shower. It pushes me forward. I need that sound in my ears. I need to make him come.

I press my tongue against his base, sucking harder.

His groans get louder. "Sexy by every definition of the word."

Harder.

His thighs shake. He tugs at my hair. Perfect. My body courses with pleasure. I need to take him there. I need to feel him come.

I take him deeper. Flick my tongue against his head. He groans, pinching my nipples hard enough to send pangs of pleasure to my core.

"Sexiest girl I ever met," he breathes.

I run my tongue around his head until he's shaking. Until his groans are low and deep. His heavy breath fills the space.

He squeezes my nipple. "Mhmm."

He's almost there. Almost mine. I press my hands into his ass, pushing him deeper.

His grip tightens. His thighs clench.

He comes, filling my mouth. It's sweet and salty and a little strange, but I like feeling his orgasm, tasting it. When he's finished, I swallow hard.

Satisfaction spreads through me. Different than an orgasm, but just as good. I made him come. I made him desperate.

He pulls me to my feet and wraps his arms around me. Then his lips are on mine and I feel a different kind of need.

The whole world rearranges. I have no idea where I stand, what this means, what it is we're doing here.

Chapter Fourteen

My clothes aren't in the spare room. They're still on the floor downstairs. I hug my towel to my chest and move to the living room.

Miles is sitting on the couch. Next to my neatly arranged clothing.

Okay then.

I take my time sliding into my bra. Miles is still under my thumb. Still watching me with rapt attention.

Damn, I like having his attention.

I shimmy into my skirt and slide my blouse over my shoulders. I do only the middle three buttons.

But my underwear is nowhere to be seen.

There's a devilish grin on Miles's face. I'm sure he has something to do with this, but I'm not going to admit it's an issue. So I don't have underwear, so what?

"Let's get sushi for lunch." He pulls a condom from the front pocket of his jeans and pulls me onto his lap. "You can have your panties when I'm done with you."

He presses his lips to mine and slides his hand under my skirt.

It would be silly to object.