Millie

Torture.

God, this was torture, and I didn't want it to stop.

Still on my stomach, I could do nothing but wait for Lochlan's touch, never sure where it would land next. When I attempted to look over my shoulder again, he pushed my head down into the mattress and delivered a stinging slap on my ass that drew an involuntary gasp from me. The comforter was wet from where I bit it to keep from moaning or demanding more. What had seemed like fun before, goading Lochlan to take me fast and hard, was now a dangerous game I wasn't sure I could win right now. If he went any slower, I was going to combust, and it would be a shame to leave this world without feeling him inside me at least once.

He massaged the place he'd struck me with one hand while he slid the other under the edges of my lacy panties. I smiled. I'd heard the rough intake of breath when he saw my underwear, and if he asked, I would tell him I picked the red specifically on my shopping trip with the sole intention of having them ripped off my body.

Then the world tilted, and I was on my back again. Pushing hair out of my face, I took the opportunity this position offered to enjoy the sight of him nestled between my thighs. I'd seen him in suits and sweats and Henleys and tight t-shirts, but nothing beat this view. Shirtless, his sculpted abs golden in the firelight, and a V I wanted to trace with my tongue disappearing below the band of his jeans.

"Take off your sweatshirt."

I obeyed at once, more than happy to reveal the matching bra, knowing my hard nipples would be visible through the thin material. Lochlan took the sweater from me and threw it behind him. He stayed where he was, hands on the tops of his thighs as he raked his eyes over my nearly naked body.

Taking a risk, I dragged the cups of the bra down so my breasts spilled out. When he remained frozen, I pinched both nubs between my fingers, arching my back as pleasure shot through me. How did I look to him right now? A writhing, wanton creature already undone just by his presence?

"Do you touch yourself like that when you use your vibrator?" He asked, leaning forward. His hands slid up my bare thighs, hitched under my knees to bend my legs slightly, and then pressed down so I was spread open as wide as I could go.

"Sometimes," I whimpered, licking my thumb before gripping my nipple again.

Fabric ripped. I didn't have to look down to know the crotch of the underwear was now useless a scrap. His thumb zeroed in on my clit, and he circled it once before driving a finger inside me.

My hands dropped to my side, gripping at the blankets to ground myself as I flew apart, but before the climax could subside completely, his hot mouth taking up the task I'd abandoned sent another tremor through me. My knees sprung up to clamp around his waist, and I dug my fingers into his silky black hair to guide his head to the other breast, whimpering as he sucked hard, making my stomach clench.

With a final swirl of his tongue, he released my left nipple and moved up to kiss me. It was a shift in pace. Tender and teasing, settling my body back down after pushing me over the precipice. We stayed like that for a long time—Lochlan's weight pressing me into the bed, my arms around his neck, while he braced one arm next to my head and put his other hand on the curve of my waist.

Brushing hair out of my face, he leaned back and ran his thumb along the high bone of my cheek, along my chin, and up my bottom lip swollen from his attentions. My tongue flicked across it, the salty taste exploding on my taste buds.

"That's you, you're tasting," he said hoarsely, sliding it farther into my mouth. I curled my tongue around the digit and pulled. "Fuck."

"Please, yes." I couldn't stop myself from begging. "I want you to fuck me."

"Such a greedy girl," he teased. "Are you not enjoying yourself, or did you fake coming all over my hand earlier?"

I shoved him back, trying to pout. Then laughed. "You know very well that wasn't faking. Then again, I had to do half the work."

Lochlan crawled off the bed. I sat up, covering my breasts as the room grew cold despite the fire burning. Surely, he wasn't angry. I had just been teasing. Suddenly, I was terrified we were repeating history. That I was going to fall asleep again only half satisfied... Until I saw him pull a box of condoms out of his suitcase.

Divesting himself from his pants and boxers, he strutted back to the bed. I stared at his cock, eyes widening at the length and girth of it, and delighting at the challenge it presented. Rigid veins covered it, and a tip of pre-cum glistened on the end.

"Wait," I whispered before he slid the condom over it.

Hands trembling, I wrapped my fingers around it. I was a tall woman with size appropriate hands, and there was a barely discernible space between my fingertips. Intimidated, I wasn't quite ready to attempt a blow job, so I cupped his balls and slid my tongue from root to tip, giving extra attention to the sensitive tip as it continued to leak. Lochlan grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled me off.

"I plan on fucking that pretty mouth of yours at some point, but right now, I'm barely keeping it together. And if you want me to do exactly what you've been asking, you better get back on that bed and spread those fucking gorgeous legs again."

Scrambling backward, I got comfortable this time, pulling a pillow beneath my head. He put the condom on, crawled to me, and took another one of the pillows beside me. Lifting my hips, he slid it beneath me, and then pushed my legs wide. I closed my eyes and braced for him to enter me, fully expecting it to take a moment to adjust, but the warm swipe of his tongue had my eyes flying open. When I looked down, his dark head filled the space between my thighs, and I could feel my body barreling toward another orgasm.

"Oh, my... Yes. Yes." I chanted as his tongue flattened against my clit, putting pressure exactly where I needed it. So close. So very—

My toes pointed, and my legs cramped as my body convulsed. The only thing that stopped it from being earth shattering was the way my pussy clamped down on nothing, but before I could catch my breath, I felt him run his length through the wetness between my legs. Once, twice, three times he coated himself in my cum before nudging my entrance.

"Millie, look at me."

I blinked. The white canopy above me swam in and out of focus, but when I gathered myself enough to do as he commanded, the emotion in his expression stood out in stark detail.

"There's no going back after this. For however long this thing between us lasts—" He slid inside me a half inch. If I'd thought his teasing before was torture, I was sadly mistaken. "We belong to each other. Do you understand? You agree?"

I would agree to anything right now, but the truth was, I didn't want anyone else. He might walk away when he grew tired of me, but I knew in this moment that he would ruin me for anyone else.

Even so, I said, "Yes."

Whatever restraint he'd been holding onto snapped. He thrust hard, sliding into me without the resistance I expected, my body so ready for him, it welcomed him with a contraction that made him swear. Face buried in my neck, his hips pistoned into me, the angle of the pillow ensuring his pelvis ground against my clit with every strike, while his cock hit something inside me I didn't even know existed.

Hands slapping down on his ass, my nails sank into the firm flesh as I tried to draw him farther into my body even as he bottomed out. The force of his thrusts had pushed us up the bed until my head hit the headboard, and the remaining pillows fell to the floor. Head lolling to the side, I caught our reflection in the window. The muscles of his thighs and ass bunched with every roll of his hips, and my body—nearly hidden beneath his—molded to him as if made to receive him.

"I'm going to come," I panted, the visual of us pushing me toward the edge again.

Lochlan responded by keeping the punishing pace until he felt me climax around him. Only then did he come up on his knees, push my legs together and into the air, and change the rhythm from fast and hard to slow and deep. Sweat rolled down his abs, and I was so spent I could do nothing but watch him work himself into me through the slim crack between my thighs.

"One more time, baby. Come for me one more time," he begged, sitting back on his thighs and dropping my legs. He pulled me up, so I was sitting in the saddle of his hips. His hands on my ass pulled me up and down his cock.

"I don't think I can," I moaned, dropping my forehead onto his shoulder.

Holding me gently, he turned so his back was against the headboard now. Sitting back, he waited until I was settled again, his dick twitching inside me. "Grab the headboard. Use it."

Shyly at first, I ground against him. I wasn't sure I'd ever done this with my other partner. He'd been all about efficiency. If I came, it was because we used toys. I'd certainly never come three times, and never during penetration. And Lochlan was demanding I come again while his expression showed the strain of holding himself back.

Swiveling my hips, I moaned as another spark lit. He grinned, resting his hands on my ass without attempting to urge me on. The headboard groaned as my grip on it tightened, my hips rocking faster, circling and rolling, the spark turning to a flame that spread up my center. The familiar tightening started, and I no longer moved in a careful rhythm.

"So close." Each syllable was a breathless pant. "So—"

His mouth closed around my nipple, and I orgasmed so hard, I felt a rush of wetness spread between us as he started pounding into me from below. With a shout, he pulsed inside me and came, clutching me against him until I feared there would be bruises tomorrow.

When the world came to again, I was draped over him while he sagged against the headboard, his dark hair damp and matted to his forehead. His gaze was dark and fevered as it searched my face. Whatever he found there calmed him, and a slow smile spread across his face.

"So, did I carry my share of the workload that time?"

I laughed against his chest. "Tell your boss you need a raise."