He kissed me, fierce and angry, and when he pulled back, the worlddidseem a little more hopeful. “Messina got out,” I murmured. “It’s not…impossible…” But then I grimaced. “Bad judgment, Trouble. It’s the thing I’m known for.”
This time, he grabbedmyface. “If that’s true, then don’t you think you should listen tome? Don’t waste your life, JJ. Don’t hang around to pay off some misguided debt of honor. Come away with me. Live your fucking life, andenjoyit.”
I pulled his mouth to mine and kissed him, hard. My hands were at his shirt, tugging it up, caressing his hot, smooth skin, cupping his perfect ass and grinding him into me. I was excited and hungry for him, and when Miller gasped out my name, I gave in to my desire, throwing him off me and onto the bed. His eyes lit up as I kissed him again, ferocious and desperate, biting at his mouth, sucking hard on his tongue. Something inside wanted to devour him completely, like the Big Bad Wolf, eat him all up.
He was panting and wriggling under me, shucking off his clothes and pulling at mine as well. I had never wanted him more—wantedallof him, with all that pain and sorrow and talent and determination. I rolled off the bed and pulled him with me, only to push him over the back of the couch. He gave a soft grunt of surprise, and I kept him there with a firm hand in the small of his back.
“You once asked me to spank you,” I said roughly. “And ever since then, all I’ve been able to think about is making this perfect ass of yours pink all over.”
He moaned, slumping over the furniture like all his bones had turned to water.
“You say I should enjoy my life?” I went on, “I woulddefinitelyenjoy that. What do you say, Trouble? Have you been a bad boy?”
His reply almost made me chuckle.
“Theworst.”
I smoothed a palm over one cheek, marveling at the shape of it. Just a short while ago, I’d been admiring it, lusting over it in the Beartrap, hating any other man who gave it a glance. Now it was mine.
NowMillerwas mine.
I brought a hand down on his ass, and the crack made him buck, gasp, shudder. A thrill ran through me as he clenched his asscheeks tight, and I spanked him again on the other side. I was still in my clothes, despite Miller’s best attempts to get me out of them, and my cock pressed hard against my pants as I looked down at his flesh, reddening up already. After another few spanks, I pressed my crotch into his ass and let him wriggle around against me. I ached to fuck him like this, to screw him hard and fast over the back of my shitty couch, to show him—show myself—that I had more to offer than this broken-down life that I was living now.
I took a step back and slid my hand between his legs, stroking at his nuts before sliding my fingers down his hard shaft to find the wet tip. “You’re dripping for me, sweetheart. I think you like this.” I wrapped my fingers around him and, with my other hand, gave him six more spanks, three on each cheek, hard and unyielding. He arched up, fucking into my hand, and I grabbed a handful of his hair to keep him in that beautiful position. “Well? Do you like it?” I stroked him with my other hand, collecting the pre-cum he spilled and smearing it around his cockhead.
“Yes.”
I pushed him back down, slapped those beautiful, pink cheeks into a rosy hue, and then, when I had him hissing and squeaking and moaning, I got on my knees and bit into that tempting apple. He flopped again, panting, and his legs spread wider.
I could smell his bodywash, the fancy stuff he used that made him smell like he’d just come back from some tropical island vacation, and I pressed my nose further into him, breathing him in, and was overcome again with that driving need to devour him.
I bit him on the other cheek, then ran my tongue right across his ass. “Pull these pretty cheeks open for me.”
His hands came around fast to yank his ass open, and I let my eyes feast. Pink cheeks and that sweet little nut just waiting for me to crack it open…I ran the pad of my thumb over it just to watch it clench, and then I gave it a long, slow lick. His hands slipped away, grabbing at the sofa, and I gave him a warning slap on the butt. “Open.”
He pulled himself open for me again, his legs trembling, and I shoved my face back in to tongue-kiss his hole. I ate him until he was shaking all over, his dick drooling a thin, glistening ribbon to the floor, until he was begging for me to let him come, begging for my cock.
I wanted this. I wanted him, like this, for the rest of my life.
I stood, patted his now bright-red butt, and said, “Stay right there, Trouble.”
I went into the bathroom and splashed my face with cold water, took a moment to let the wildfire inside me die down, just a little. When I came back out, he was just where I’d left him, and just as keyed up when I slid a hand under him to check.
“Come on,” he whispered. “Fuck me.”
I’d lubed him up, slapped some on myself, and was about to get on with things when I paused, gave one last whack to his ass to make him jump, and said: “Up.”
He was unsteady on his feet, dizzy from having his head down so long, so I helped him over to where I wanted him—up against the wall, between the bathroom door and the closet door. He wrapped his legs around me almost on instinct as I lifted him, pressing him into the plaster.
I wanted to look at his face. Wanted to imprint this memory so I’d always have it, the way Miller Beaumont looked when I fucked him hard up against the wall of my apartment.
He was slick and ready, relaxed from all my tongue-work, and my cock pushed into him with only the slightest helping hand.
“You’re so beautiful like this,” I told him, as his eyes half-closed at the sensation. “My little troublemaker.”
His eyes opened again and fixed on mine, determined. “Fuck me, JJ. I love feeling you shoot in me.”
I didn’t need a second invitation. I let him have it, hiking his legs up over my arms when they slid off my waist, and watched him take it, hard, deep, reveling in every gasp and moan that I fucked out of him, until I sucked hard on his neck and filled him, pouring everything I had into his warm, accepting body.
