14. Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fourteen

Avery

T he drive home was agonizing.

We'd spent about another hour wandering around Forest Hills Cemetery, making out in mausoleums, and my whole body was on fire with the thought of him taking me back and fucking me until I grew delirious. Each kiss, each touch amped me higher. My skin was chilled from the breeze, but I'd never felt hotter.

By the time we pulled to a stop in front of our place, I was two seconds away from jumping on him.

"Come on." I weaved my fingers through his as I led the way to the front door.

"Eager much?" he drawled, his low tone so damn sexy it hurt. Myles wasn't a flirt like me, but his earnest responses were ridiculously hot. I loved it.

"You kept me at the cemetery for ages after promising your cock. Of course I'm desperate." I fumbled one-handedly with my keys in the lock, not letting go of him.

He squeezed my ass, and a jolt zipped right through me. "That help?"

I gave him a pointed look. "Not in getting the door open, but feel me up all you like." I resumed my struggle, slotting the key into the lock. Har, har. I'd barely made it a few steps inside when Myles slipped in behind me, and the door clicked shut. He let go of my hand, wrapped his around my hips, and drew me in for a kiss that sizzled through my veins.

"Upstairs to my room." He gave the command and pressed his lips to mine again, a kiss with intent. I shuffled to get my leather jacket off and let it drop to the floor while he slid his tongue into my mouth to deepen the kiss.

I reached for his button-down and undid some of the buttons. He directed us toward the steps as I continued to divest him of his shirt, neither of us stopping our makeout session. My skin burned far too hot while my body and mind were reeling. Once I got his button-down on the floor, I dragged my palm over his flat torso. His chest was warm and sexy, the subtle scars from his top surgery adding definition to his pecs, and as I ran my thumbs over his nipples, he shuddered.

"Fuck, that's so good," he murmured against my mouth.

"Hormones, right? Mine are ultrasensitive too."

"Can't wait." He flashed me another one of those honest grins that made the fabric of my panties tight with the way my cock stretched it.

He directed us toward the steps, and we fumbled our way up them, exchanging lazy kisses filled with teeth and tongue and so much heat I was incinerated. He hooked his hands under my tank top, and I peeled it off, the air stiffening my sensitive nipples. Myles's gaze zeroed in on my tits, and he licked his lips. Fuck, could I get harder?

We reached the top of the steps, and I unbuttoned his pants and shucked them down to the ground. His bulge was evident in his boxer briefs, and my mouth watered at the idea of sucking him again. Myles reached between us and palmed my cock through my jeans and panties. My lashes fluttered, and I didn't bother restraining my groan.

We stumbled our way to his bedroom, and I unzipped my pants, shucking out of those along the way. Myles nudged his hip against the door to open it, and we stepped into his bedroom. After fucking here the other night, I was beyond comfortable. I crashed onto the middle of his mattress, flung my socks to the floor, and sprawled out in just my panties.

Myles stopped midstride, his gaze eating me up like I was dinner. "Fuck, leave those on. I want to take them off with my teeth."

I palmed my cock through the thin blue fabric, a dot of pre-cum staining it.

He yanked down his boxer briefs, packer in tow, and I got another glimpse of his T-dick, all flushed and needy.

"Mmph, I want that in my mouth," I murmured.

"Not tonight. It's my turn to take you apart."

On display in front of me like this, I couldn't help but absorb all his ink. A sleeve of the planets on one arm, a tentacle and ocean sleeve on the other. On his right thigh was a quote from Firefly , "You can't take the sky from me," along with the ship. The colors and patterns along his skin made him even more beautiful.

He moved to a small chest beside his nightstand and bent down. I wasn't sad about the eyeful of his smooth, round ass. Sinking into that the other night had been pure fucking heaven. He glanced back at me. "Size?"

I chewed on my lower lip. Damn, that was hot. "The bigger, the better, gorgeous."

Myles arched a brow. "Might not want to play that game with a size queen."

An open laugh burst from my chest. "Fair. Surprise me, then."

He tugged out a harness with black straps, drew them up his legs, and dropped a bullet vibe in the little pouch. After that, he pulled out the dildo. Creative, it was.

It had a purple twisted base that faded into white with a green tip. The ridges and whorls looked like they'd feel damn good. The thick base tapered and burst into a thick middle before tapering again, and I couldn't damn wait to take every inch inside my hole. I reached between my legs and pressed at the furled skin, a jolt of pleasure shooting through me.

He slipped the harness straps on, hot as fuck against his pale thighs, and pushed the dildo through the O-ring. Myles, with his lanky build, looked like mouthwatering perfection. His slender waist tapered down to his prominent hips, and I wanted those strong, hairy legs wrapped around me as he pounded into my hole until I screamed.

"God, you're so sexy." He stroked the alien cock as he approached.

"Gonna get rid of these?" I hooked my finger in the waistband of my panties and snapped them back.

"Mmf, yes." Myles sank onto his knees between my legs, the lust clear in his blue eyes. My mouth dried. We'd been touching each other, kissing so much that my body begged for his. My skin was so sensitized and my cock so hard it would bust through the flimsy fabric of my panties.

He ran his palms up my thighs, the movement slow and intentional, and my breath hitched. My nipples peaked with need, and every inch of my body tuned in on his movements.

Myles didn't fucking disappoint. He brought his lips up along the crook of my shoulder, pressing a kiss to the sensitive flesh and nipping at it. He licked down along my collarbone, my skin lighting up to the touch. His length nudged between my legs, rubbing between my cheeks, only the thin fabric of my panties separating us. I rutted against it, needing him deep inside me more than my next breath.

Except he had other things in mind.

Myles reached down and cupped my tit, drawing the tip of his tongue around the soft flesh, then licked my nipple. Electricity rocketed through my veins, and I arched up off the bed. He wrapped his lips around the little bud and sucked, and I surrendered. My nipples had gotten more sensitive ever since I started on the estrogen, and the sheer jolt of pleasure as he sucked at them was enough to leave me breathless.

"You're so fucking stunning," he said as he came up for breath. However, he didn't stop the torture. No, he switched to the other side. I didn't bother restraining my moans as he lapped at my other nipple, grabbing the tit hard. Sparks flared through me, and I writhed around on the sheets, which smelled like patchouli, like Myles.

As he sucked my nipple, I ground my cock against his stomach, and he rutted between my cheeks. All the knobs and ridges sent flicker-flares through me as they rubbed against my hole, and I ached for him. Yet I didn't want him to stop on my nipples either. His firm grip as he cupped my breast, each pull of his mouth from my nipple, had me soaring higher and higher.

He drew back, his lips slightly reddened. I wanted to lean up and claim them. However, instead, he dipped to continue pressing kisses down the center of my chest, to my stomach, until my whole body vibrated with need. His movements brought his cock away from rubbing against me, and I bit back my huff of complaint.

"Need something?" He arched a brow, even though a slight smile lingered on his lips.

Apparently, I hadn't been that subtle.

"I've been needing your cock for ages now." I spread my legs wider.

"Can't disappoint you on your birthday," he said, the low rasp of his voice turning me on even more. He dipped his head again, and this time, his teeth scraped against my skin before he followed through with his promise—tugging down my panties with his teeth. My cock sprang free from the fabric, and I shifted to help him draw them down.

He yanked them off the rest of the way. I stroked my cock, unable to help myself. Myles, with his teeth bared, my panties dangling between them, was the hottest thing I'd ever seen.

Myles snagged the bottle of lube from the top of his nightstand and settled between my thighs again. The squirt was audible, and my thighs tensed in anticipation. Two cool, lube-slickened fingers pressed against my hole, and I took them with ease.

He pushed inside, and a ripple of bliss rolled through me. A long, low moan slipped from my lips at the feel of him breaching my needy hole at last.

"Fuck." He gave a few exploratory pumps in and out. Then he crooked his fingers, and sparks flooded my vision. "You feel so hot and tight, sweetheart."

"Then fuck me open wide with the beast between your legs." I gasped as he tagged my prostate again with those clever fingers.

Lust flared in his gaze. "Hell yes." He reached to the harness, and the buzz of the vibe started. When he pulled his fingers out of my hole, I almost protested until he slicked up the alien cock with lube and pressed the green tip where it belonged.

"Sure you don't need more prep?" He teased the tip against my hole, rubbing it in circles around the furled skin. I ached with need, my whole body fine-tuned to his every touch and move.

"I need you . Now." I tried not to be too demanding, but I'd always been a power bottom. I attempted to spear myself deeper on his cock, but the first ridge stole the breath from my lungs.

Myles's grin reached his sparkling blue eyes, filled with wickedness. "Don't see what the rush is." He rocked in and out at the same shallow place, and a frustrated grunt escaped me.

Myles stroked my thigh, the tenderness of the action making my chest squeeze tight. "All right, sweetheart. I've got you."

He thrust in deeper, taking his time to let me get used to each different bump and ridge of this fantasy cock. The sensations were unique, pleasure rippling through my body. Why didn't I have these in my collection? I pushed down as my hole tried to stretch around the thicker middle, the slight sting grounding me. Myles patiently waited for me to adjust, the hum of the vibe echoing through the air, interspersed by our shaky breaths. Once I slid around it, the next inch went in easy, since it sloped smaller before flaring thicker at the base.

As he pushed in the rest of the way, my breath punched out of me. The thickness stretched me open so wide, and I fucking loved the fullness. I rocked my hips before he even got started, which earned me a smirk.

Myles settled his hands on my thighs, his grip tight, and he fucked in and out of me in earnest. He still took his time, and the slow drag of his cock allowed me to feel every ridge, every bump, the drag of them against my insides sending me to new heights. With his length and girth, the second he pushed back in, the tip hit my prostate, and I gasped. White heat pulsed through me, molten and addictive.

"God, the noises you make," he murmured, the thickness in his voice my undoing. "I've never heard anything as hot."

"You should hear yourself." His next thrust cut me off from saying anything more, and another moan erupted from my lips. Myles's nails bit into my thighs as he fucked me open, his gaze fixated on the spot where he tunneled in and out of my hole.

"Such a pretty girl. Taking my cock so well."

Euphoria flooded me at those words. Who knew he'd be a dirty talker? I fucking loved it. I rocked my hips with each thrust, drawing him back in every time. Except I wanted him deeper, wanted my tits rubbing against the sheets as he rode into me.

"Flip me over?" I never shied away from asking for what I needed. I liked to fuck, and I liked pleasure, and the best way to get both was clear communication.

"Fuck yeah." Myles drew out of my hole slowly, and I flipped onto all fours. I thrust my ass out at him in a clear message, loving the way my tits hung like this when I was getting fucked doggy-style.

He gave my ass a light spank, which jiggled in response. I'd packed on a bit extra there, and I wasn't sad about that in the slightest. Made a better cushion to get fucked hard.

Myles nudged the tip of his cock against my entrance and sank home again. The breath rushed out of me as those sensations traveled through me. I all but sagged forward, my nipples brushing the sheets as I stretched my arms out in front of me. When he picked up the tempo, I moaned long and loud, meeting him thrust for thrust as I shoved myself back onto his cock.

"Look at this needy hole." Myles purred as he fucked me hard. Our skin smacked together with each thrust, the sting making me buzz. My mind whirled, and my whole body was so on edge I could barely stand it. If he as much as grazed his hand over my cock, I was liable to spill.

"God, you feel so damn good." I gasped. He tagged my prostate mercilessly, and my eyes rolled back. "Fuck, fuck, fuck." My balls grew heavy and ready to blow, and my cock wept against the sheets as it rubbed there, pre-cum dripping from the tip. My nipples shifted against the fabric as well, and I shifted my hips back to meet him, loving the sinful sensations rolling through me.

"Please let me come," I begged, closing my eyes and surrendering to everything. To his bruising grip on my hips, to his back brushing against mine as he pressed me into the bed, to the burst of pleasure that ripped through me every time he thrust in with his cock. The way he unmade me and stitched me together again was unreal, and I never wanted this to end.

Myles drew my hips up and wrapped his palm around my cock. In time to his steady thrusts, he stroked me, and my eyes rolled back in my head. The moan that ripped from me was guttural. Sweat beaded on my forehead, and I drew in the scent of patchouli and musk, fisting the sheets beneath me.

The rising tension every time he slammed into my prostate was as intense as the ache in my balls. I was so close to crashing over the edge. The desperation coiled through me tighter and tighter with every breath. I rode him as hard as possible, losing myself to the thrill.

The slam of his tip to my prostate hit me first, the bright spike of sheer bliss cascading through me hard enough to blank out my vision. My balls drew up, and my cock pulsed as I unloaded on the sheets beneath me.

The back-to-back force of the orgasms had me floating, and I sagged forward, my body wrung out like a wet towel. My limbs tingled as I soared along with the undulating pleasure that fluttered through me. Myles slowed his thrusts, riding me through the orgasm, rubbing up against my cum. I writhed beneath him, my nipples brushing against the sheets over and over until I was overstimulated.

"Fuck, I need your mouth on me," Myles gasped out. He slowly withdrew his cock and hopped off the bed. A moment later, the harness and cock dropped to the ground with a heavy thunk, and he slid in front of me, legs spread. He wove his fingers through my hair and gave a light tug to draw my lips over to his needy T-dick, which was flushed and sticking out.

Fuck. Yes.

I drew him into my mouth, licking, sucking and lapping as he gripped my hair hard. Myles's breaths came faster as he rode my face, which got smeared with his slick, and I fucking loved it.

With him controlling everything, I turned boneless on the mattress as I suckled at his T-dick, the movements relaxed as I savored the tart taste of him, the sting of the way he gripped my hair. He could fuck my face anytime he liked, and I'd be thrilled.

All too fast, his T-dick trembled on my tongue, and the gush of cum followed. Myles stilled, his whole body locking up as a broken cry escaped him. His grasp on my hair tightened, and fuck, that sent more endorphins fluttering through me as he came in my mouth.

Myles sagged against the bed, relaxing his grip on my hair. He lazily stroked through it while I kept my mouth on his T-dick, too bone-tired to move.

"Goddamn." Myles let out a low curse, his tone awed. "I've never come like that in my life."

I rested my head against the inside of his thigh, not giving a fuck that the cum from the mattress was wet against my stomach. "Me neither." I'd had a lot of sex, and I'd enjoyed it too, but something about the intrinsic connection between Myles and me strengthened things. Being with him was effortless, and the way we worked together, the push and pull, felt more natural than anything I'd experienced in my life.

That was what had elevated me higher tonight, combined with the warmth, the tenderness, the explosive feelings bursting inside my chest.

If I wasn't careful, I could fall for this man.

"Happy birthday, Avery." Those soft, sweet words lingered in the air as he carded his fingers through my hair.

My insides exploded with butterflies.

Too late. I'd already fallen.