Page 99 of Set Me On Fire

“Try and fucking stop me.”

Sometime later,Millie was in my arms and under the water. I’d scrubbed myself clean, getting the stink of the fire off me, but now I was spending way too much time soaping up her body.

“I think I’m clean,” she moaned as my hands slid between her thighs. The soap, the water, my cum, it all made her slick and soft under my hands. Didn’t stop her from arching up against me, her hips following the movements of my strokes. There was a bone-deep satisfaction to knowing I could make her feel like this. I leaned down, kissing her, swallowing down every gasp until she pushed me away. Her eyes slid down, taking in the fact that she was right. My dick had risen to the occasion again, barely going soft after I came. He was needed, we were needed, and she smiled in response.

“You said you had plans?”

I had the water turned off in seconds, then scooped her up and out of the shower, wrapping her up in a towel before carrying her down the hall.

“Bedroom?” I asked. “Or did you want me to eat you out while you sit on the couch watching reality TV?”

“Mm… decisions, decisions.” She made a show of considering that before pointing down the hall. “Last door on the right.”

I made it into the room blindly because I was kissing her the entire way, and after I stumbled in and laid her down on the bed, I dropped to my knees.

“You don’t have to… Oh!” Her hands fell to my hair, petting it almost, as I took my first lick. Girl, soap, Millie, that’s what I got before going back for more. “I take that back. Yes, you do. Just like that. Fuck…!”

In the end, all my plans came to fruition, over and over, until we finally collapsed into bed. I was always shattered after a long, shitty day, but this time I slept like a log, not waking for a second and yet always aware of where Millie was. In my arms, held close to my chest, right where she needed to be.

Chapter 46

Millie

The alarm was too loud, too insistent. The bed felt too soft, and I was perfectly warm.

Perfectly satisfied.

The stupid sound was an insistent presence, forcing my eyelids to flutter then open, and then I remembered why I was feeling so damn good. I looked around me, wondering if Noah and I could squeeze a quickie in before work. That’d have me dealing with a growing pile of paperwork with a smile on my face. Instead, I found I was lying in bed on my own. The haze threatened to burn away the minute my head popped up off the pillow, when I heard a sound from my kitchen. A t-shirt was grabbed off the floor, and I walked out to discover the most perfect sight.

Half-naked man clad only in a towel while cooking breakfast? Yeah, I could get used to this. The savoury scent of bacon had me moving closer, not recoiling in disgust. The baby had decided that bacon was right what we needed today, unlike the other day at Maccas. For a moment, I just stood there, staring. Noah’s broad shoulders, the muscles flexingas he worked, the ruffled mess of his hair, my eyes slid all the way down to that tight arse, my towel never looking so good. My second alarm gave me away, though, forcing him to turn around.

“Hey…” He set the spatula down and ambled over. “How are you this morning? I wasn’t sure if you’d want breakfast or not.”

“Oh no, I want breakfast,” I said.

He grinned down at me.

“Well, take a seat. I’ve just gotta put some eggs on.” I didn’t even know I had the makings of eggs and bacon in the fridge, and right now I didn’t care, following him back over to the cooker. “Did you want…?” His voice trailed away as I undid the knot of his towel. I watched it fall to the floor, then used my foot to move it where I needed it. “Millie…”

He had more to say, probably about fire safety or something, but I silenced him as I sank to my knees. I pressed a kiss to his hip bone, then to his thigh, before I was licking a stripe along his cock. I looked up to see him staring, completely transfixed until he was forced to switch the elements off lest he burn the bacon.

“Millie, I…” If this didn’t work out between us, I decided the only guys I’d blow were the ones who were silenced by my technique. He sucked in a breath, letting out a tiny little moan as I opened my mouth and swallowed as much of him as I could. “Oh fuck, babe, you don’t…”

But I did.

Blame it on hormones or the need to try and erase every moment we’d spent apart, but I did need to. My tongue lashed the length of his cock, his hands slapping down on my skull as I pressed my tongue hard into the spot just under the head and sucked.

“Fuck, yes you do.” His voice became a low growl as his hips began to work. I took his rhythm and made it my own,pulling back further and then bobbing faster. “That’s it. Take my fucking cock.”

I never expected him to snarl that out, to grip me tightly, testing my gag reflex, but at the first splutter, he pulled free.

“Shit. Shit! You must be feeling nauseous and I’m…” He didn’t get it. I loved that he was concerned for me, but he didn’t understand. I knew my limits and how to test them. His cock had softened slightly, but I had it back to diamond hard in a few strokes. “I’m fucking loving every minute of this. Yes, babe, just like that. Fuck, you’re making me feel so good. You want my cum?”

I hummed my response, sure he felt every second of that.

“Well, this is the only way you’re getting it.” I was plucked from my knees and set on my dining room table, the contents shoved to the floor. My shirt was shoved up as he stared down at me, then rubbed his thumb over my clit. “Too sensitive?”

“No-o?”

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