26. Lila

26

LILA

M iles and I tumbled into his bed together, all tangled limbs and scattered kisses. Even though he'd already made me come and I'd just swallowed the result of his own orgasm so recently, we were already needy for each other, eager for our bodies to connect the way they were made to.

Our kissing turned to rolling around on the bed, our hands wandering all the new territory we'd yet to explore. I grabbed handfuls of his ass and felt how he hardened against my thigh. Miles brought his hand that wasn't pressed into the small of my back to paw hungrily at my breast. He groaned into my kiss, then pulled away so his mouth could be free for other things.

Even though I expected it, when Miles sucked my nipple into his mouth, I whimpered. His tongue was far less controlled than the rest of him, savoring my puckered, sensitive flesh like his last meal, and I could have come apart just from the eroticism of it. He made sure to give equal attention to each of my breasts, humming his pleasure while my nipple was encased in his lips. He released one from his lips with a loud, wet sound, and he looked me in the eyes as he told me, "These are absolutely perfect. I've wanted them in my mouth from the first time we met, and you've exceeded my expectations."

I shivered as he scraped his teeth over my livewire of an areola, and then I felt him parting my thighs with his strong hand, reaching again for my pussy.

I knew I was plenty wet, even though the shower had washed away most of my arousal. But just having Miles in my mouth, listening to the catches in his breath as I sucked him dry, had sent a flood of heat back to my folds instantly. Now, when Miles plunged two long fingers into my heat, they slid in with no effort, brushing the very front of my needy channel before retreating again. He was just testing that I was ready, evidently, and when I looked down, I was surprised to see he was ready again so soon, too. His cock was standing at full attention, the head purple-red with need, and it was all for me.

Now that we were out of the dim light of the shower, I could admire him more. Miles had a very pretty cock, longer than Felipe's, which I could have guessed based on his superior height alone, and plenty substantial in girth, though not quite as thick as Aaron's. Somehow, it was so… distinguished, just like the man himself. He fisted his hand around the base of it, but not the same hand he'd used to test my readiness. That one, he brought to his lips, sucking his fingers into his mouth with a deep, pleasurable hum. Like my juices were absolutely delicious to him.

It was so naughty, so delectably sinful, that I moaned just from the sight. He wasn't even inside me yet. Suddenly, I had an idea, and when Miles came closer, positioning himself at my entrance, I sat up.

"Wait," I said, and Miles looked concerned, like he'd done something wrong.

"Oh, you're right," he said before I could. "Condom."

"No! I mean, yes, if you want to, but I'm on the pill. I, uh, started it right after Felipe." I was blushing, but I pushed through. "I just…I think I want to be on top, if that's okay with you."

Miles let out a single, breathless laugh, and he stole a quick kiss that tasted a little bit like me. When he pulled back, he was grinning, his eyes ablaze like the blue-white center of a flame. "Christ, like any man would pass up the opportunity to see you riding his cock. Yeah," he said slowly. "Yeah, I think that's more than okay with me."

It happened quickly after that. One second, Miles was lying back against the pillows on his king-sized bed, his hardness jutting straight upright as though waiting for me. Then, I was clambering on top of him and positioning my aching, dripping pussy above him. I gripped his hard shaft in my hand again, and Miles put his own hand atop mine to help me guide him to my entrance. Slowly, a bit clumsily, I sank down onto him, sheathing him inside me.

"Oh, fuck," I cried out as I lowered myself further, taking him in inch by inch. "It's so deep this way."

"Do you like it?" he asked, and I answered by slamming myself down to the very base of him. I let out a whimper that was probably a little too loud, knowing the kids were asleep down the hall. But I couldn't help myself.

"I love it," I gasped as I adjusted to the fullness of him. "You're–You're so hard, and I'm so full. " But now that I was impaled on his dick, I wasn't the most confident about where to go from here. Instead of panicking, though, I looked at Miles and asked, "What do I do now?"

He was so kind as he guided me into a comfortable, exquisite rhythm, first with his hands guiding my hips, then by meeting my thrusts with his own upward motions. We found a steady, delicious pace together, and Miles was watching me like I was some kind of goddess he was grateful to worship, his eyes frequently homing in on my chest. Feeling bold with his hard heat inside me, my own need calling the shots, I decided to entice him by grabbing my own breasts in my hands and pushing them up for him.

"Fuck, are you showing off?" Miles asked, breath ragged and pupils overblown.

I nodded, biting my lip as I pinched my own nipples between my thumbs and forefingers. I moaned, and it wasn't even an act—I was so sensitive there, and I was still undulating on top of him, making the head of his cock stroke perfectly against a spot inside me that felt electric.

"Let me," he practically growled, replacing my hands with his own and squeezing my tits hard. He held them, massaging and praising them as I continued riding him, my legs growing sore.

I hated to think that I couldn't do this much longer out of sheer exhaustion. Crazily, I wanted to never be separated from Miles and his long cock, wanted to live my life with him inside me, giving me as much pleasure as he was right now. Besides, I wanted to come above him, to feel him shoot his seed up into me from below, and I still wasn't quite ready to come. I could feel my orgasm starting to build, a slow ascent, but I knew I needed more to get there.

"Touch me," I gasped as I slowed my hips a little, conserving my energy. I switched to more of a rocking motion, something a little easier to maintain. Miles pinched my nipples again, and though that was delicious, it wasn't what I meant. "Yeah, but… but my clit, too. It's so needy for you. Please."

It was a near-whisper of a plea, and Miles seemed all too happy to oblige. Keeping one hand on my breast as if it was his handle to hold onto the world, Miles brought his other skilled fingers to the apex of my thighs and pressed into the sensitive nerves. Then, with another few grinding thrusts and some hard, fast circles Miles rubbed into my clit, I couldn't help but shatter, my entire body convulsing hard enough to rock the bed.

Smoothly, Miles flipped us over so that I was on my back now, and he fucked me harder, faster through my orgasm. I sobbed his name in gratitude and pure lust, and Miles panted and groaned into my ear, and somehow, though I could tell he was poised on the edge, he fucked me hard and long enough to draw one orgasm into two, the second even more intense than the one before, making me gasp out his name.

Then, Miles was coming inside me, the aftershocks of my climax helping to milk every drop from his twitching, pulsing cock. The tension in his shoulders, the hard lines of his lean muscles as he orgasmed into my pussy, was a work of art.

Soon after, while we were clinging to each other so tightly that our heartbeats seemed to sync, I decided it would be best if I went back to my own room for the night. If Olivia discovered me in bed with her father the next morning, she'd have some very valid questions that neither of us were prepared to answer. Besides, though Miles had decided he was ready to share this intimacy with me, I wasn't sure he was ready for me to spend the night. So, I kissed Miles goodnight and wandered down the hall on shaky legs, my mind racing in a way that wasn't at all unpleasant.

Everything looked better, lighter somehow through the glorious rose-colored lenses of Miles-Kramer-flavored post-sex. Maybe that was why, when I was in the room Miles had prepared for me, getting ready for bed far later than I normally would, I couldn't stop thinking about Felipe.

They weren't the anxious thoughts I'd been plagued with since he and I argued in this very house only a few days before. Instead, I thought of how I missed him, and I cared for him, and in this moment where I was so happy, I wanted nothing more than to have him share in my happiness, too. Plus, I ruminated on the irony that I'd told him before that my life was boring. Now I was fully entangled in an erotic relationship with three different billionaires. I couldn't claim boring life status anymore, that was for sure.

Maybe getting thoroughly laid made me impulsive. Because it wasn't like me to send a risky text without thinking, or to initiate any kind of potential conflict. But just like when I felt the need to tell off Aaron Pierce, I felt the need, now, to reach out to Felipe. Quickly, my fingers typed out a message and sent it before I could overthink.

Lila: Hey, Felipe. I miss you, and I'd really like to talk soon, if you're free. Can we meet up?

When my phone buzzed only seconds later, it was excited butterflies rather than nervous ones that seemed to be throwing a party in my stomach. Because Felipe had responded exactly the way I'd hoped.

Felipe: Of course, mi amor. I miss you too. Drinks at my hotel tomorrow night?

Lila: It's a date.