Chapter 45

Noah

I don’t know how we made it to Millie’s in one piece. The walk back to the car was a circuitous one because it was like a dam had broken inside me. I stopped to press her against a tree trunk and kiss her, then again as I was walking us through the fence. She ended up perched on her bonnet for a bit, the metal warming her through as I stepped between her thighs. Every part of me wanted to tear her clothes off, reveal her to the moon’s glow and then feast on her body, but her words were a whip across my shoulders. Millie deserved the best I had to give, and right now I needed to discover what that was.

“Yours or mine?” I asked once we were both in the car.

“Mine.”

She rattled off the address and I drove us there without even thinking. Even at gunpoint, I couldn’t have told you the route we took, not when Millie was in the car. I was out and around to her door the moment we pulled into a park under her apartment building. I meant to help her out, but instead, she stood in the space between the door and me, her eyes burning into mine.

I wanted her. That need was a persistent ache that never went away, no matter how I tried. I’d done my best to smother the flames, but she had to go and stir the embers up so I needed her burning with me. My mouth found hers and I kissed her over and over, needing her mouth, needing her little whistles of breaths, and half-muffled moans, until finally I was forced to pull away and stare at her.

“I gotta see you to your door,” I told her.

“To make sure I’m safe.”

Her lips curved into a half smile.

“Then I should head home.” I looked down at myself and saw the state I was in for the first time. Dirty uniform, sooty hair, I was a mess. “I should clean up?—”

“Why? You’re just going to get dirty again.”

That smile of hers, I didn’t dare think I’d ever see it again, but there was no relief to be found in it. I had to make sure she had cause to smile at me over and over again.

“Got a crappy job that needs doing?” I asked. “Need a grease trap cleaned or a toilet scrubbed?”

“Oh, we’re going into the bathroom, but not to clean it.”

Her hand grabbed my belt buckle and she tugged me over to the elevator, punching in a number as soon as we got inside. I went with her because I was helpless to do anything else. My head cleared a little as we stood in the lift, scrupulously not touching. Millie was right. I hadn’t done things the right way because I didn’t have the balls to tell her how I felt the night of the party, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t start now. I could ask her out on that date, take her somewhere, and?—

“You’re thinking too hard.”

She grabbed my hand and dragged me down the hallway, my boots scuffing across her nice, clean tiled floor until we stumbled into the bathroom.

“Maybe—”

“I didn’t ask you to think.” Her fingers threatened to lose their grip on mine, so I grabbed tighter. “I didn’t ask you to talk. I asked you to show me.” Millie did step free, and when she looked me up, everything was perfect. I’d dreamed of this moment, when she saw me, saw all the ways I’d changed, and a hunger that was a match to my own flared to life in her eyes. “Show me everything you decided was mine.”

I swallowed, her command harder than she would’ve anticipated to obey. All my life, I was used to people seeing my body and making negative comments about it. My brothers used to love to mock the shit out of me. At first, because I was the baby, then as I grew taller, because I outstripped them in height but not strength. I pushed those memories aside because they hadn’t earned a place here.

I squatted down and unlaced my boots, shoving them aside as I pulled my socks off, but when I straightened up, I moved slower. She was watching me so intently, following every move of my hands, and I sucked that attention up like a beer after a long, hot, shitty day. My shirt was pulled up and over my head, and I may have tensed my abs as I worked, making sure she saw every single one pop. It was when I pulled my belt free with one hand that she stepped in.

“For me…?”

She looked up for confirmation as her hands hovered over my chest, and I could only answer with a nod, my throat suddenly closing over. This was the way I’d wanted the night of the party to end, but beer and stupidity had gotten in the way. I reached out and placed her palm against my chest and held it there.

“Only for you.” Her hands moved, exploring every inch of my chest, but I didn’t feel it, not when I was staring into her eyes. There was no haze of alcohol between us. I was here, completely present, seeing her every response and following the flick of her tongue across her bottom lip as she stared into my eyes. I moved closer. “All yours.”

She didn’t get a chance to tell me how she felt about that because I had to kiss her right now. Her mouth, soft on mine, her lips parting–I was drowning in the feeling of her, right up until her hand slid down my pants. The zip was eased down and then she was there, hand gripping my aching cock.

“Millie…” I murmured against her mouth. “Millie, babe, I can’t?—”

“Seems like you can,” she said, smiling as I bucked up into her grip as she gave me a squeeze.

“I can…” I panted. “I really, really can, but as I’ve done this exactly one time before, this is going to be over really damn fast if you keep doing that.”

My dick cursed me three times over as I pulled from her grip.

“Maybe you need to let off a bit of steam first,” she suggested, toeing off her heels. I wanted to be the one to take each one off, marvelling at the pretty pink of her toenails. “Seems like if that night was just your first time, your refractory period would be pretty short.”

She had no idea. That night I was hard, my cock pressing against my stomach the entire time she slept beside me. Her smile made clear that she’d noticed. But when she went to kneel before me, I was forced to step forward.

“No.” I didn’t deserve the hot silken bliss of her mouth. I’d work my way up to that, but right now, I needed to do all the things I had dreamed of. Her little yelp as I picked her up was perfect, her arms around my shoulders even better. I carried her over to the big, open shower recess and then said, “Got your phone on you?”

“In my bag in the lounge room,” she said.

“Perfect.”

I slapped on the shower and walked us in, pressing her against the wall as the water rained down. Every drop that hit her blouse I noted, thanking them for the way they plastered the thin fabric to her breasts.

“You were perfect at dinner,” she told me in a low voice. “All manly and heroic in front of my family, but who knew this guy lurked underneath that uniform? One that looks like he wants to eat me whole.”

“That obvious, huh? Wrap your legs around my waist.” She obeyed instantly. “Good girl. Now, how much do you like this blouse?”

“It’s just an old work one.”

“Then you won’t mind if I do this.”

I stared into her eyes as I tore it open, buttons pinging all through the shower recess, the sopping fabric following it with a slap as it fell to the floor. Her legs tightened around me as I pushed up against her, finding something else was wet. I could feel her dampness seeping through my work pants, or was it the water? I didn’t know or care. As I angled my cock upwards to nestle in that soft cleft, my balls ached, right as I reached behind her and undid the clasp of her bra

“Did it on the first try?” She looked up at me with slitted eyes. “You sure you haven’t done this before?”

“YouTube tutorials,” I explained and she laughed, thinking I was joking.

I wasn’t.

My monk-like existence was spent researching, reading about what women said they liked, and I was about to test each theory tonight. I eased her bra off, taking just a moment to stare.

“What?”

Her arms moved, ready to cover herself up, but I couldn’t let that happen.

“Don’t.”

I had more to say, so much more, but the words all got caught in my throat, creating a log jam there. Instead, I just shook my head, daring to smile. She did as well, lightening something inside me, letting me dart closer. Her smiles turned to sighs as I kissed my way down her throat, feeling her pulse race as I followed the water drops down the slope of her breast. Her nipples were pulled tight by the too-cold water, but rather than change the water temperature, I decided to warm them in a more immediate way. I licked that hard point, then sucked it into my mouth.

She was so fucking soft, perfect, shifting in my grip, knowing exactly where to grind down. The thin cotton of her underwear was an unnecessary barrier. Her cries, her moans, the way one hand went to the back of my head, keeping me right where I was as the other slid down, was perfect. Somehow her underwear was pushed aside. Hot, wet, silken soft, I let out a muffled groan the moment I felt her cunt and was forced to pull away.

“No, I?—”

Had plans, so many plans. Eat her out to her first orgasm, maybe her second too, then when she was soft and limp with desire, I’d crawl up her body and finally give into the burning need to plunge deep inside her.

“Yes.” Millie said that with a frantic nod that pushed all my protests aside. “Yes. Just like that… Oh, fuck.”

I felt every inch of me sinking into her. She was still too tight, the water not helping anything, and yet the two of us panted like animals during the whole process.

“I’m hurting—” I started to say, needing to wrench away, even though that felt like a crime to even think about.

“No. No… Just let me…”

Her eyes snapped open, staring into mine and then something magic happened. It was like our bodies just stopped fighting this and instead surrendered. I thrust deeper and she enveloped me, the intense ripple making my spine prickle.

“I wanted to be better,” I said, starting to slam harder and harder with each stroke. “I wanted this to last longer.” My hand slid down to her clit, rubbing the hood with the pad of my thumb. “I wanted?—”

“Well, I need you to give me everything you’ve got. Fuck me like you’ve been dreaming of me for years. Can you do that, Noah?”

“Try and fucking stop me.”

Sometime later, Millie was in my arms and under the water. I’d scrubbed myself clean, getting the stink of the fire off me, but now I was spending way too much time soaping up her body.

“I think I’m clean,” she moaned as my hands slid between her thighs. The soap, the water, my cum, it all made her slick and soft under my hands. Didn’t stop her from arching up against me, her hips following the movements of my strokes. There was a bone-deep satisfaction to knowing I could make her feel like this. I leaned down, kissing her, swallowing down every gasp until she pushed me away. Her eyes slid down, taking in the fact that she was right. My dick had risen to the occasion again, barely going soft after I came. He was needed, we were needed, and she smiled in response.

“You said you had plans?”

I had the water turned off in seconds, then scooped her up and out of the shower, wrapping her up in a towel before carrying her down the hall.

“Bedroom?” I asked. “Or did you want me to eat you out while you sit on the couch watching reality TV?”

“Mm… decisions, decisions.” She made a show of considering that before pointing down the hall. “Last door on the right.”

I made it into the room blindly because I was kissing her the entire way, and after I stumbled in and laid her down on the bed, I dropped to my knees.

“You don’t have to… Oh!” Her hands fell to my hair, petting it almost, as I took my first lick. Girl, soap, Millie, that’s what I got before going back for more. “I take that back. Yes, you do. Just like that. Fuck…!”

In the end, all my plans came to fruition, over and over, until we finally collapsed into bed. I was always shattered after a long, shitty day, but this time I slept like a log, not waking for a second and yet always aware of where Millie was. In my arms, held close to my chest, right where she needed to be.