But of course, she wouldn’t. Not easily. Millie sucked his finger the way he dreamed of her working his dick. Fast, hard, relentless. He felt each pull down to the soles of his feet. Her mouth was hot and plush. He wanted to swap appendages. Demand she do the little flicker thing she was doing with her tongue to his dick instead.
His mind clouded, but he didn’t have to be a genius to realize Millie was as turned on by this game of brinksmanship as he was. She moved beneath him, her hips bucking and her legs restless. At last, she hooked a foot behind his knee and pressed his leg down so she could grind against his thigh. She rode him like a rodeo queen, her body gyrating in every possible direction, but she kept her seat. The heat of her pussy emanated through the thin nylon of his sweats.
“Huh-uh.” He wasn’t about to let her push him to the brink again. Not like this. Not so fast. He yanked his finger from her mouth and raised himself, holding his body up and away from hers. “You’re not gonna rush me.”
“What if I have a curfew?”
“You’ll miss it.” Pressing into his hands, he lowered to kiss her. Her hands closed around his biceps. He smiled against her mouth when she gave him an appreciative squeeze and purr. “Like that?” he asked, lifting onto his toes and following through until his arms were fully extended.
Never one to miss an opportunity, Millie flashed a million-watt smile, hooked her thumbs into his waistband, and promptly pantsed him. “Do it again,” she cooed, running the flats of her palms over his stomach.
He did as she asked. Her mouth was wet and eager, each swipe of her velvet tongue pure temptation. When he pushed up again, the tip of his cock caught the tail of the shirt she still wore. He tucked his chin to his chest and stared, captivated by every nuance of the sight. The glowing translucence of her skin against the deep blue of his shirt. Her sleek, willowy frame smothered in the voluminous fabric. Three tiny, plastic buttons kept her breasts hidden from view, but the bottom of the shirt fell open, exposing the riot of dark curls and the place he most wanted to be.
“The red hair suits you,” he said as he dipped down again. “But I have to say the brown is pretty hot too.”
“I’ve always felt like more of a redhead.” Her lips curved into an inviting smile. “Took me a while to find the right shade. I’m not really the carrot type.”
He kissed her slow and deep, their tongues circling in a sensuous, hands-in-each-other’s-back-pockets kind of dance. He felt her wriggle her hands between their bodies. She got one button open before her intention registered. Breaking the kiss, he shook his head and growled. “No. Leave the shirt on.”
A huffy laugh escaped her, but those busy hands fell to her sides. “Okay.”
“I like the way you look in my clothes.” He kissed his way down the taut tendon in her neck, then allowed himself the luxury of licking a path along her collarbone to the hollow of her throat. “I like how you look in my bed.” Hoisting his weight one more time, he rolled to the side and reached for the nightstand. “But what I like best is being inside you.”
He tore open the condom wrapper, mentally congratulating himself for not using the word that sprang to mind first. Love. He loved being inside her. But he didn’t dare use the big l-word in any context. Not when he had her right where she belonged.
Millie’s breath hitched when he pushed into her wet heat. Her pussy closed around him, swollen tight from their previous encounters. Conscious she might be a little sore—hell, he was—Ty moved slowly, sinking into her inch by mind-blowing inch. When he was seated deep inside her, he paused to catch his own breath. Millie made a soft mewling noise in the back of her throat and squirmed. Somewhere in the depths of his sex-addled brain, he recognized the noise, but he couldn’t quite put a finger on why. All he knew was the squeak had about the same effect as a ref’s whistle on him.
He moved cautiously at first, gliding in and out of her snug pussy with excruciating care. Biting the inside of his cheek, he watched and waited while she adjusted, wriggling her hips until they met at the right angle. Then she wound those long, lean legs around him, tilted up to meet his thrust, and smiled beatifically.
“Ten bucks says you can’t make me come again,” she whispered.
The challenge made him stumble, but he soon caught up to pace. Bracing his weight on his forearm, he wedged his hand into the nonexistent space between them. “I’ll take that bet.”
“Nuh-uh.” She clamped a hand around his arm and yanked. “No hands, sport.”
Growling deep in his throat, he acquiesced to her request. “Fine. Game on.”
Shifting his weight forward, he pressed into his knees and changed the angle. Pushing into her from above, the shaft of his dick trailed along her slick clit with every stroke. “Like this? Will this get you off, Mil?”
She made the squawky noise again, and Ty knew he’d hit the right spot.
“Gonna get me too, but I can wait. Oh, I can wait.” His breath came harder. He was pretty much lying his ass off about the waiting thing. Thankfully, her pussy was getting tighter still with every stroke, and those maddening gasps and grunts were coming fast and furious now. Greedy for more of them, he picked up the tempo. “I’ll wait, Millie. I can hold
