Page 38 of Best Kept Secret (The New York Thunder #3)
LOGAN
M illie squirms in my arms, squeezing her thighs together, and I get it.
She’s needy. My beautiful, needy mess. I think she might have a slight degradation kink too, because the way she whimpered with her mouth full of my cock, the way she shimmied her hips, the way she arched her back when I called her my perfect little slut—I want to explore that a little more.
Placing her down onto her bed, I cover her body with mine, looking in her shiny emerald eyes. “I have a confession to make.”
“What?” Her forehead wrinkles with blatant worry.
“I heard you the other night,” I say, leaning in and skating my lips over the crook of her neck, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to her pulse point. “Playing with your toy, coming with my name on your lips.”
She gasps. “You heard me?”
I nod slowly. “Stood outside your door, listening like a creeper and coming in my pants.”
“You came in your pants?” Her cheeks flush and her eyes flare, and something tells me she likes that .
I nod again. “I did. And I’ve been jerking off to thoughts of you in here playing with yourself every goddamn day since.”
Her throat bobs, and I see her pulse quicken.
“So fuckin’ sexy,” I murmur, leaning in to lick and suck the trigger point until she’s a panting, writhing mess. Her nails rake through my hair, dragging against my scalp, and I groan against her skin. “I wanna watch you use it.”
Pulling back to gauge her, I find her teeth clamping her bottom lip, uncertainty flashing in her gaze, and I trace the curve of her cheek. “Hey, you’re okay. It’s just me, remember?”
With a moment’s hesitation, she smiles shyly. “It’s in the nightstand.”
Taking that as invitation, I reach over, pulling open the drawer and blindly searching through the contents until my fingers feel something cold and hard, about the size of my thumb. Grabbing it, I take it out, grinning like a cocky bastard at the sight of the shiny gold vibrator. Fuck. Yes.
Pressing the button at the end, I test it out, the device coming to life with surprising force.
As it continues vibrating, I glance at Millie, my grin lingering as I drag the toy down her chest, circling one nipple and then the other, relishing in the way that, with just that one tiny touch, she sucks in a breath, her body quivering in response.
I continue downwards, over her stomach, stopping to draw a circle around her belly button, my gaze fixed firmly on hers as I begin my descent to where I know she’s soaked for me. But right before I reach the apex, I pull away, flicking the button to turn it off.
A low groan of frustration rumbles at the base of Millie’s throat, and she looks at me like I just told her I’m a flat-earther.
I grin, holding it out for her. “Your turn.”
She closes her eyes and sighs.
“C’mon, Red,” I chide, trailing my fingers down over her hip.
“If you wanna come, and I know you do by the way you’re squeezing these pretty thighs together, you’re going to have to do it yourself.
” I roll off her, settling on my side on the bed next to her, holding my head up with my hand, flashing her an innocent smile when she glares at me.
Snatching the bullet from me, Millie rolls her eyes and shimmies down to get comfortable, and I watch silently, taking note because my perverted brain has been imagining what she looks like when she masturbates ever since that fateful night.
Resting back against the pillows, feet flat on the bed, knees bent, legs parted just enough, she presses the button, the vibrator coming to life between her fingers and, with a deep breath that shudders through her, she moves it down toward the holy grail, and I hold my breath with anticipation. But then she stops.
“I can’t,” she huffs, glancing at me from the corner of her eye. “It’s just awkward with you right there… watching me like you’re grading me.”
Valid. “Okay, so what if you can’t see me?”
“What are you going to do?” She smirks. “Go stand outside my door like a creeper? Oh wait, you already did that.”
“Brat,” I murmur on a chuckle. Shifting, I gently smack my hand against her hip. “Sit up.”
“What are you—” Before she can finish, I move her myself, sliding in behind her, legs on either side of hers.
With my hands on her waist, I pull her in flush against me, my dick jumping at the feel of her ass right there, but I ignore the needy bastard because this isn’t about him or me. This is all Millie.
“Comfortable?” I ask against her ear, grinning to myself when I see her shiver at the closeness of my voice.
Another sigh, and she nods after a few seconds, wiggling a little, which is definitely not helping the current state of my balls, that’s for damn sure. I close my eyes and take a centering breath, pressing a soft kiss to her shoulder and feeling her relax against me.
“Pretend like I’m not even here,” I whisper.
“I would, but your dick is currently trying to break and enter my ass crack. ”
I sniff a laugh, and she turns, offering me a wry smile, but then she rests her head back against my shoulder, the buzzing of the toy suddenly filling the void.
Millie guides the vibrator down over her flexing stomach, finally reaching her pussy.
With a soft gasp, she traces it around the outside, up and down, drags it along her inner thighs, touching every part of herself except where she wants it the most. Her hips shift, like her body is quickly becoming tired of her own betrayal, and her breath quickens, her nipples so hard, my mouth waters with the need to wrap around them and suck on them hard until she can’t take it anymore.
When she pushes the vibrator between her folds, a whimper falls from her parted lips as the toy grazes her clit.
Back arching, she moans again, and between the way she’s playing with herself, to the way her lashes flutter, the way her lips part on a hard breath as the tinge of pink creeps up her chest and neck, I don’t know where to look because it’s all so fucking beautiful.
“Ohmygod,” she gasps, pulling the vibrator away from her center and huffing an exasperated laugh. “Shit, I’m already so close.”
I smile, pressing another kiss to her shoulder.
Her hand moves over her pussy, and I don’t miss the unmistakable sound of her arousal as she presses her fingers inside herself.
“Let me see,” I rasp.
Moaning, she pulls her hand away, her index and middle fingers glistening. And I can’t stop myself. Grabbing her wrist and pulling her hand to my mouth, I wrap my lips around her fingers and suck them, groaning at the taste that I am officially addicted to.
Millie watches me with hazy eyes, the toy buzzing and back on her pussy.
She bucks against it, her thighs clamping around her hand.
And because I know she loves it, and I do too, I continue sucking and licking her fingers, the same way I’d be licking her cunt right now if it were my head down there instead of her toy.
“Oh, fuck.” She groans on a shuddered breath. “I don’t think I can hold on much longer.”
I trail my hands up her sides, cupping her perfect tits. I lean over her shoulder and aim, spitting into one hand, and then the other, using my saliva to lubricate her nipples, rolling them between my fingers.
“Holy shit!” Millie cries out. “Do that again, please.”
Knowing exactly what she’s asking, I don’t hesitate, only this time when I spit on my hand, I reach down and rub my saliva-coated palm over her already drenched pussy.
“Chrissake, Red, you’re fucking soaked,” I grit, circling my finger around her cunt and dipping it inside. She clenches around me, and I groan, needing more, needing it all.
With her vibrator pressed against her clit, Millie parts her thighs even more, and I know she’s close—I can feel in it the way her walls flutter around my finger.
I link my legs around hers, holding her open so even if she tries to clamp her thighs together, she won’t be able to.
I slide another finger inside, my middle and ring fingers fucking her slow yet with deep, determined strokes.
“You like that, huh?” I utter against the shell of her ear. “Your slutty little cunt is fucking desperate for me, Red.”
“So… good… I—” She chokes on whatever words she was about to say, her head lolling back, throat exposed.
I suck on her neck, fucking her with my fingers, the heel of my palm clamping her vibrator against her clit so she can’t move it even if she tried. “Keep that vibrator right fucking there,” I hiss. “Don’t you dare move it. I want to feel you come around my fingers.”
“Oh, fuuuck,” Millie sobs, and I can feel her trying to close her thighs, but I keep her open.
“Oh my God, I’m so there… I’m there… I’m com—” A broken cry tears up the back of her throat as h er body goes off like a fucking rocket, shuddering, quaking, convulsing against me as she crests the peak of her orgasm, my fingers still deep inside of her, stroking her front wall as I work her through it.
“Say my name,” I growl against her ear as she continues coming all around me, moving my other hand up from her breast and gently wrapping it around her throat, watching her eyes flare at the restriction.
“Logan,” she whimpers.
I tighten my grip around her throat ever so slightly, feeling the way her body, her pussy, responds.
“Oh, fuck, yes, Logan,” she rasps. “Harder.”
I don’t know what she’s asking. I don’t even know if she knows what she’s asking, but I give it to her harder—my fingers fucking her cunt, the hand around her throat tightening, and she takes it all like she was fucking made for me.
“That’s it, baby,” I praise, working her through the last few ebbs of her orgasm. “That’s my perfect little slut.”
She moans, and I smile against her neck, kissing her.
“Kiss me,” Millie pleads, turning her head toward me, and I don’t hesitate, covering her mouth, my tongue clashing with hers, claiming her and swallowing the last of her sated sounds with a sloppy, filthy kiss.
Pulling my fingers from her, I feel her release gush out of her as I do, and it does something to me that I wasn’t even close to prepared for.
I bring my dripping fingers to my mouth, but before I can break our kiss to suck them clean, I have a better idea, breaking apart from her and grinning when her heady gaze meets mine.
“Open up, baby.” I press my fingers to her lips, and she does as I say. The second she tastes herself, her eyes widen, a moan coming from her as she wraps her mouth around them, sucking and licking them clean. “I told you you’re sweet.”
She moans again, and on a low chuckle, I tug her mouth open, licking my tongue in to get my fill, still tasting her on my fingers and now her tongue as I murmur, “My filthy fuckin’ girl.”