“The offer to tap my ass expired a month ago,” I lied. “I’ll gladly fuckyouinto next week, though.”
“Huh-uh.” Miller shook his head. “I’m going to have that ass tonight as long and as hard as I want it.”
I screwed up my face into an uncertain expression. “I prefer to top, Miller.”
“So do I. Looks like we’re at an impasse.” He took a slight step backward, just enough to let air flow between our bodies. I wanted to reach for him, but I didn’t want to show my hand so easily. I knew a compromise would need to be reached and only one solution came to mind.
“Let’s flip for it.” My offer was met with a raised, skeptical brow.
“As in a coin to see who gets to top?”
“To see who topsfirst.” My words were slow and deliberate, spelling out the dirty images that had just flitted through my brain. Miller’s breath hitched and he swallowed hard. I watched the movement of his Adam’s apple and longed to sink my teeth into it.
“Jesus, Jag.” He sounded breathless as if I’d managed to shock him and turn him inside out all at the same time. “I…Your place is closer,” he finally stammered. I was confused for a second—not a surprise since all my blood was flowing toward my dick—then I recalled that he’d looked at my license the night I fought with Gray.
“It’s a gated community, so I’ll need to leave your name with the attendant if you’re not directly behind me.”
“Miller Brexler.”As if I’d forgotten his name.Light blue eyes turned a shade darker and a little turbulent the more excited he got, and I couldn’t stop wondering how they’d look when he came. Miller didn’t say another word before leaving the bathroom.
I shook my head and followed a few minutes later. My behavior at dinner had been less than professional, and I needed to get my shit together to prevent further embarrassment in front of my colleagues. My thin trousers didn’t do much to hide the evidence of my arousal, so I buttoned my suit jacket and hoped for the best as I made my way back to the table.
It turned out that my concern was unnecessary because my table was completely empty when I returned, which made me wonder how long I’d been in the restroom with Miller. My boss, Paul Bergen, had left a note for me. He congratulated me on a job well done that afternoon and said he could tell I had different celebratory plans for the night, and he couldn’t blame me. Paul let me know the firm had covered my dinner. Although I appreciated the sentiment, I was still mortified he thought I was hooking up in the bathroom. I felt Miller’s eyes on me, and I looked up. The heat I saw in his gaze made all thoughts of work dissipate. I gave Miller a subtle nod and left the restaurant.
Blood hummed in my veins similar to the purr of my BMW’s engine. The sensation made me feel alive as I eagerly zipped across town to wait for Miller. I gave his name to the guard on duty and drove home, where I paced the floors, nearly bursting with anticipation. I began removing my tie, jacket, and vest to do something with my hands.
The doorbell rang, signaling the end of my misery. I yanked open the door and found Miller on my doorstep smiling his cocky half smile. I grabbed his shirt and pulled him inside, then slammed the door behind him.
We crashed into each other, hands and mouths all over one another. It was the hottest, most feral joining I had ever experienced, and I knew it was something I wouldn’t soon forget. I heard the buttons from my shirt bounce all over the hardwood floor of my foyer when Miller ripped my shirt open. I would have protested, but my breath was stuck in my throat as Miller pressed his kiss-swollen lips to my neck.
“Fuck!” It was the only word I could think in the heat of the moment. He had reduced my brain to mush, and I acted on natural instinct, prepared to stop at nothing to get what I wanted.
I cupped him through his trousers and teased the hard length straining against the fabric. My ass clenched in eager anticipation of feeling that hard length rasping over my sensitive opening. Sharp teeth pierced the delicate skin over my collarbone, and I cried out in pain and ecstasy. A voice in my brain cautioned that I was in no way prepared for the night I was about to experience, but I refused to give it audience.
“Heads or tails?” Miller’s whispered question in my ear sent violent spikes of lust straight to my balls. I could have told him right then that he could have me first, but my devilish side wanted him to earn it.
“Tails,” I said naughtily. I reached inside his pocket and made a big show of looking for a coin. In the process, I teased his erection through the thin fabric of his pants. Miller’s teeth grabbed hold of my ear and bit hard enough to get my attention. I slowly pulled out a quarter and held it up for him to take.
Miller took a step back so he could flip the coin, and I immediately missed his heat. He flipped the quarter high in the air, and it seemed like slow motion as I watched it arc and spin in the air before it descended to land by our feet.
“Heads.” His triumphant voice was paired with a devious smile. “Take me to your bedroom, right. Fucking. Now.” Miller made his demand in a raspy growl that had me reaching for his hand and pulling him to my room.
Clothes and shoes went flying between kisses that lit a bonfire in my soul as we crossed the threshold into my bedroom. There was nothing gentle about the way Miller maneuvered us to my bed or the way he pushed me down on top of it, but it wasn’t cruel. I wasn’t afraid of him—just the relentless neediness he made me feel—because even then I knew there was something entirely different between us.
I spread my legs, and Miller made himself comfortable between them. I had expected him to ask for the lube and condoms and get things started, but he surprised me with more kisses and exploring touches. His hands left a trail of sparks and fire in their wake as he learned the contours of my upper body, all the while rubbing his erection against mine.
I wasn’t about to let Miller have all the fun, so I coasted my hands over the tightly formed muscles of his back until I reached the curved swells of his luscious ass. I grabbed hold of his firm cheeks with both hands and pulled his hips tighter against me. I felt our combined precum drip onto my stomach, and it caused me to leak even more.
Miller broke our kiss and raised his head to look at me. His pupils had expanded but not so much that I couldn’t still see the pale blue of his irises. Not a word was spoken as he leaned over and opened the bedside table drawer. It seemed like foreplay time was over and Miller was ready to fuck.
I watched as Miller slid a condom onto his long length before he reached for the lube. My ass clenched eagerly as he made a deliberate show of oiling up his fingers. Miller leaned back until he sat on his heels between my legs. I spread my legs wider, exposing my entrance to him.
“So sexy. Miller pressed a blunt fingertip against my puckered hole and traced a circle around the rim, stimulating the nerve endings to make his finger slide inside me easier. He pushed in all the way to the knuckle and my mouth fell open on a silent cry. “So fucking hot.”
My ass clenched and tightened around his penetration urging him to give me more. Miller answered my silent plea by sliding a second finger deep inside me before he curled them up to tease the spot that made me shake and quiver in pleasure.
“More.” It was all I could muster at that point because my whole focus was aimed on his skillful manipulations. Miller bit his bottom lip as he worked his magical fingers in and out of me. “Fuck me now.”
Miller said nothing as he withdrew his fingers and reached for more lube. Blue eyes held mine as he coated the condom. Miller placed one hand beside my head on my pillow as he leaned his perfectly toned body over mine. He aligned his dick to my hole, where he teased me for moments before he pushed the wide head inside my tight clinch.
