Page 26 of Doxed

Miles is true to his word.

We play one last round—I lose again—and then he goes down to the kitchen to make dinner while I take a shower in my room. I don't know, there was just something about seeing him so relaxed and at ease next to me. I needed a minute to calm down under the hot stream of my shower.

Unfortunately, when I emerge from the steam and my feet touch the cold concrete floors on the first floor, Miles is back to normal.

He hands me my bowl of Japchae without a word and moves past me to take his seat at the counter.

Pursing my lips, I stare at the ceiling, sighing.

We were just starting to make some progress towards…

friendship? I don't even know. But I do know that I'm tired of tiptoeing around his surly mood and just taking what he tells me as the truth.

He says I can't go home, but he doesn't tell me anything more. He’s always mad at me, but he makes me stay here.

Why is he even helping me in the first damn place? We don't know each other, really.

We eat in silence—as usual—and I stew in my thoughts, my mood turning more sour as each mute minute passes by excruciatingly slowly.

I snatch his bowl out from underneath his chopsticks as he raises the last bite to his mouth and angrily walk to the sink to wash up after dinner.

I hear his dark chuckle behind me before his stool scratches against the concrete. “You’re so annoying, always grumpy, and glaring at me. Fucking relax. If you hate me so much, then kick me out, Miles. I didn't ask to be here!”

His wooden chopsticks clank against the metal sink, his hot, hard chest presses against my back, shoving my stomach into the sharp edge of the counter.

His fingertips whisper against the skin of my neck, so hesitant that goosebumps rise, trailing after his touch before he wraps my hair around his fist and yanks my head backward.

I gasp, my scalp stinging at the pull, and his pistachio-colored eyes stare down into mine.

“You want me to relax? How can I relax when I keep picturing you fucking yourself with that purple dildo?” he says with a completely straight face and my eyes widen.

When I did it, I wanted him to watch, but as time went on, and the lust fog cleared from my brain, I was hoping he didn’t catch it.

But now, at the thought of him watching me, all of that raging lust comes back full force.

Miles leans closer and his lips brush against my neck.

“Every time I look at you, I remember you panting my name as your cunt pulsed around the plastic cock. Did you wish it was me inside you instead?”

My throat bobs as I swallow the saliva pooling in my mouth, but before my brain can remember the English language, he lets go of my hair and steps away from me.

I fall backward, landing hard on my ass and stare up at Miles…

and he looks absolutely unfazed. He takes one last look at me before he turns and heads down the hall, leaving me panting on the floor of the kitchen, the faucet still running where I was rinsing our dishes.

With my hot palms, I push off of the chilled concrete floor as the door down the hall shuts roughly. The woods outside are dark and the lights hanging from above the kitchen island are dim.

An idea pops into my head and I turn the water off and hurry up the stairs as quietly as I can.

I rush through my room and into the bathroom, yanking open the cabinets underneath the sink and ripping open the unopened bag of cotton balls.

Pulling one out, I stuff it between my tits in my lounge bra and go back downstairs.

Turning the corner at the foot of the stairs, I stop at the first closed door and knock confidently. I know Miles came into his office after dropping me on my ass. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him go anywhere else.

I stand here long enough to start to question myself before Miles finally opens the door, his loose tee shirt staring me right in the face.

Before he can stop me, I push him back with both hands on his strong pecs.

Shoving him backward, though since he steps around his desk without me steering him, I doubt he’s moving only because of me.

He lands deftly in his desk chair, and I lower to my knees in front of him. “I know you haven't forgotten about my mouth wrapped around your cock.” I reach for his pants button, my eyes pinned on his.

“And you’re gonna remind me?” he asks, resting his hands on the arms of the chair. It doesn't look like he's objecting.

“You already know I want you.” I run my hand over the hard bulge in his black pants. “And I know you want me too.”

His hands move and he shoos my hands away from his lap, but before I can think that he’s pushing me away, he undoes his button and zipper, and shoves his pants and boxers down his thighs, his long cock bobbing free, the silver balls of his piercing sparking in the low lights of the LEDs.

“Shut up and choke on my dick, Briar.” Miles’ head drops to the back of his chair, relaxing.

With a roguish grin, I bite my lip and lean forward and wrap my hand around the base of Miles’ cock.

I flick the piercing at the underside of his dick with my tongue.

His throaty groan spurs me on as I play with the piercing one more time before taking the head into my mouth.

I flatten my tongue against the underneath of Miles’ shaft and suck on his head softly, bobbing up and down slightly, teasing him.

“I said choke on it.” Miles’ hand grips my hair at the back of my head and shoves my head down. His cock plunges into my throat and triggers my gag reflex since I wasn't prepared. I jerk away, tears springing to my eyes as I cough. His head rises to look at me.

“That’s only hot when it’s consensual, asshole. Next time I’ll bite it off.” I squeeze his cock painfully.

He glares at me, his light green eyes narrowing. “Sorry,” he grits out between clenched teeth.

Loosening my grip, I take him into my mouth again. I don't mind deep throating, but damn, I wasn't ready yet. Grabbing his hand, I place it on the back of my head and glance up at him, letting him know that I’m ready this time.

Miles licks his lips, his eyes softening.

“Sorry,” he says again, calmer this time, nicer.

Gently, he pushes my head down the length of his cock, and I relax my throat to accommodate him.

His fingers twine through my hair and massage my scalp as he pumps into my mouth, and it rocks me to my core; Miles can be gentle. Who would have thought?

I slide one hand under his shirt, my fingers gliding over his taut abs, and then dig my nails in as I drag them back down. Miles grunts and sighs, causing a furious rush of lust to flow through me.

Tears run down my cheeks as he uses my mouth, but when I feel his cock twitch, I push against his hands, pulling my face away from him. I take his dick in my palm instead and stroke him.

Miles leans forward and wipes at the wetness under my eyes with his thumbs. “You look so beautiful when you cry for me.” His tongue runs over his lip and he leans back in the chair.

I can’t look away from him as I pump him until his cum spills over my fingers. It’s like the first night we met. I feel something in his eyes and it pulls me to him.

But I'm tired of him getting off and me being tossed aside. I'm not an escort anymore.

I push off of the floor and shove his keyboard backward. “What?” Miles asks, but stops as I shove my shorts and panties down my legs and then hop up on his desk, spreading my legs wide in front of him.

With two cum coated fingers, I push them inside of me, holding myself up with one hand resting behind me.

Miles’ eyes are glued to my pussy as I finger myself. Blinking, he watches me, slowly scooting toward me in his wheeled desk chair.

His smooth hands slowly slide up the outside of my bent legs and my fingers slow to a leisurely pace; Miles watching my fingers and me watching him. Will he finally touch me?

He gently takes my hand and pulls my fingers out of me, placing them on my clit instead. My breath hitches as he softly runs two of his long fingers through my slick lips, soaking them before pushing them inside of me, replicating the speed that I was doing before.

I moan, and his eyes snap to mine. His gaze burns into me. So many shielded emotions pass through his eyes, but his mind is a fortress that I'll never penetrate, so they’ll stay a mystery to me.

We work together like expert lovers, like we’re not strangers to each other’s bodies.

My thighs fall open further and my lids half close as I give in to the blissful sensations.

Miles’ fingers pick up the pace, outdoing my fingers before he flicks my hand away and leans forward, replacing it with his mouth.

“Ah!” I moan loudly, my arm scrambling behind me before my other one gives out and I fall onto his computer monitors.

Miles wraps his hands under my thighs and scoots me toward the edge of the desk.

They dig into the underside of my thighs, as his tongue flicks my clit back and forth and my head falls back in ecstasy.

“Yes!” I shout, leaning down onto my elbow and reaching forward to grip onto Miles' fluffy, brown hair.

I press him to my pussy, keeping him exactly where I want him, kind of like he did to me earlier. But unlike me, he doesn’t have a complaint. In fact, it’s the exact opposite.

He ravages me. His fingers rubbing against my g-spot at a quick speed as he sucks on my clit roughly.

My orgasm is no shock when it finally rolls over me like a wave, pulling me under into a depth that I don't think I'll be able to climb out of. But Miles doesn’t stop. My hand drops from his head and goes behind me to hold my body up. His fingers slow as my pussy squeezes them, but once the pulses lessen and he has the space to move again, he rackets the speed back up, bringing on a second, similar wave, over me. His tongue rubs big circles over my swollen clit and when I finally catch my breath, I place my hand on his forehead and push him away from my sensitive, pulsing pussy. “I can’t do anymore,” I pant, my eyes slowly focusing on Miles’ wet, smirking face.

His chest rises heavily, and we stare at each other for a long moment.

Then Miles wipes his glistening mouth with his hand and he shoves his chair back.

“Get out,” his voice is hoarse as he looks away from me.

I’ll take my victory and leave. Because this was definitely a victory. Miles touched me and he loved it.

Sliding off the desk, I pick up my shorts and panties from the floor. At the door, I glance over my shoulder as Miles stuff his erect cock into his pants, avoiding looking at my bare ass as I strut away.

I take the cotton ball out of my bra and shove it into the little place in the door frame while Miles isn’t looking. This should keep the door from latching when he shuts it.

With a confident smile on my face, I walk up the stairs and into my room to shower.