Page 105 of Secret Obsession
“Orders,” he corrects.
I’m silent. I taste the word on my lips. Feel it take shape in my body.
He pulls out and picks me up. I’m on my feet, back to his chest, before my mind registers the shift. His wet cock is caught between us, rubbing my ass cheek that already burns from his earlier ministrations.
His hand wraps around my throat, guiding my head back. His fingers tip my face to the side, where his lips are waiting.
I kiss him because I can. Because I’m afraid of what might come out of my mouth if I don’t. So I kiss him and let his tongue stroke me, and then my tongue is inhismouth. Tasting the mint flavor of his toothpaste and his saliva. Running along the ridges of his molars.
His cock presses to my asshole, and I don’t object when he pushes in an inch. I stay where I am, exactly as he has me. Caught up in his arms with nothing to brace myself excepthim. And he slowly penetrates my asshole, stretching and inching in, until we’re connected. Ass to groin.
It hurts, and it’s full, and my mind is a fractured mess. It’s been a mess for a while, but this is different. I stare at the window, at the blinds that are open a sliver, then the dresser that holds his clothesandmine. The rows of books stacked across the top, a mix from both of our classes.
He shifts, thrusting a little, and the pain has my eyes opening wide. I dig my nails into his arm. His hand is still around my throat, rubbing softly just under my jaw.
“I want to fill your ass with a toy,” he says in my ear. “I want to watch you fight an orgasm in the most inappropriate fucking places. And I want to edge you until you lose control and beg me to fuck you.”
My heart flutters.
“But right now, I’m going to do the honors myself. I’m going to fill your ass with my cum. And it’s going to hurt. But the best things in life all hurt a little, don’t they?” He growls. And then he’s shifting us to the floor.
My knees hit, then my chest. He lowers my head, and his hand slips from my chest. He leans up, adjusting himself, and something warm hits my ass.
Spit.
He’s spit on me again.
Only this time, it adds some slipperiness to his cock. And he spits again before he thrusts back in. New pleasure surges through me. I dig my fingers into his carpet. Bits of pain in my nails force me to loosen my grip, but it doesn’t matter.
Miles stretches out over me, and his hand lands on top of mine. His fingers lace with mine, curling around and pressing to my palm. His other hand is right next to my head.
“Ready?”
Three orgasms in, and my mind is mush in a whole new way. Talking is off the table.
I make some noise of assent.
And then he begins.
31
MILES
“Detective Barrister needs me to go to the apartment and tell her what’s missing,” Willow says to me. “And I have an appointment after, so…”
Sunday. Way too fucking early to even consider getting out of bed.
We spent almost the whole day in bed yesterday.
Which is why I’m blinking at her blearily, still naked.
Is there a way to entice her back?
“So I’ll see you later,” she says.
I watch the sway of her ass, clad in black jeans and looking smoking hot, as she walks right out my door.
Bummer.
