Right now, I’ve got other ideas.
I lift his chin, stubble scraping my fingertips as I bring his lips to mine. I drop a deep, lingering kiss on his mouth, before I tear open the condom and roll it over his length.
“I like it when you take charge.” He produces another ice cube and slides it up my thigh. “But you can’t expect me to just lay here and let you have all the fun.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it.” I lower myself onto his cock, taking every glorious inch in one swift motion. He moans, the deep, guttural sound rocking me to my core.I did that. “I know how you like to get hands-on.”
Miles grins, revealing that sexy dimple, and we move in unison, our bodies coming together hard and fast. I roll my hips, taking him deep, and though he rocks his hips below me, I have all the control.
He seems to realize this just as I do, because he retrieves another half-melted ice cube from the towel and glides it up my other thigh, moving them in concert, always stopping just short of the spot where our bodies are joined.
“Christ, you feel good.” He abandons the ice cubes as I ride him harder, the tension between my legs mounting with each stroke. “Like you were made just for me.”
If only that were true.
A sob rips from my throat, and I don’t know if it’s desire or frustration, but Miles answers the call, pressing his ice-cold thumb to my clit.
It’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. A new high that has the pleasure-pain receptors in my brain misfiring.
My back arches, and I cry out as he grips my ass with his other hand and massages my clit with his thumb, each rotation sending me higher until I think the tension will split me in two. His grip on me is so tight I can’t move, and it’ll probably leave red marks, but I don’t care. Not when it feels so damn good.
“Come for me, Luce. Let me feel that tight little pussy of yours come on my cock.”
“Almost. There,” I pant, trying desperately to move against his hand, to fling myself over the edge into oblivion.
Miles increases the pressure, pushing gently on that sensitive bundle of nerves, and the orgasm explodes through me like a supernova, my muscles expanding and contracting as I ride out each pleasure-drenched shock wave.
I’m still breathing hard when he moves again, rolling his hips and pulling me down for a kiss. Our mouths crash together, teeth colliding in the pursuit of orgasmic bliss. I’ve never had back-to-back orgasms before, but I can already feel a new bud of tension blossoming low in my belly, and I chase it, rocking my hips and taking him deep.
“Can you come again?” he asks, doing that thing he does with his hips that makes my freaking toes curl.
I nod, unable to find words, because I don’t want it to end. Not this feeling. Not our arrangement. Not the road trip.
But it’s inevitable, so I silently release my hope into the universe and take the only thing Miles can offer me: carnal pleasure.
It’s fast and messy as it so often is with us, and soon I’m riding that invisible high, so close to shattering as his hips slam into me over and over, a reminder that some things just aren’t meant to last beyond a single beautiful moment.
Three strokes later, Miles comes so hard his hips buck off the bed, and the motion pulls me right over the edge with him.
Chapter Thirty-Three
Miles
Santa Monica
“We made it!” Lucy grabs my hand and does a little dance, bouncing on the balls of her feet.
For someone who got thrown from a bull last night, there’s an awful lot of pep in her step. Unfortunately, I can’t say the same. My back is stiff, but it’s hard to tell if it’s from the bull, two weeks of sleeping curled up in the fetal position, or the marathon sex last night.
I’d like to think it’s option three, but according to Lucy, that’s my ego talking.
“It looks just like the pictures,” she says, dropping my hand and spinning to take in the sights. “This place really is the perfect ending for Route 66.”
I can’t disagree.
The Santa Monica Pier stretches out before us like a billboard for quintessential California living with its vibrant crowd, relaxed atmosphere, and colorful entertainment.
“It’s definitely a step up from the Standard Station back in Odell.”
