Page 47 of One Touch

I could watch him for hours and never get bored. He didn’t even have to touch me. I’d never felt such consuming lust, this urgency and need to absorb every drop of him.

“Did you come prepared?”

“Huh?” I blinked at his question.

“Lube?”

“Oh. Yes.” I swallowed. It wasn’t the only thing I’d brought with me. “Front pocket of my suitcase.”

He unzipped my bag, and I gripped the comforter as I waited. Miller pulled out the bottle of lube and the two other items I’d hidden in the pocket. His eyes flashed with stunned appreciation at the sight of the prostate massager and plug I’d purchased.

“Someone has been keeping secrets.”

“More like I wanted to be prepared,” I countered.

He chuckled, the sound deep and throaty. “Have you been using these on yourself, Silver? Is this what you do when we’re on the road?” He dropped the supplies onto the bed and lifted his shirt over his head. My gaze slid over his form, and I gulped at the sight of him. No one had ever turned me on the way he did. He chuckled again when I didn’t answer and crawled onto the bed.

Looming over me, he gripped my chin and forced my eyes to his. “Answer me, Silver Spoon. Have you been playing with your hole without me?”

Vehemently, I shook my head. “No. No. I got them for you. For you to use them on me. If you wanted,” I stammered. I quit wondering how Mr. Nice Guy always seemed to turn me into a blubbering mess with just the touch of his fingers. If anyone saw me like this, they’d assume Miller had brainwashed or drugged me.

Neither was true, obviously. Even if I did feel discombobulated in his presence, I was a willing participant in everything he did to me.

“Hot fudge sundae,” he murmured, and his gaze snagged on my lips. I wanted him to kiss me. To let me feel the press of his lips against mine again.

He was so close; maybe this would be the time he gave in.

Unfortunately, he pulled away at the last second. Disappointment lingered in my mind but was quickly replaced with desire as he kissed my body. His tongue swirled around my nipples and sent a shot of lust straight to my balls.

“Fuck,” I moaned. Miller smirked at the praise. I loved catching his cocky side. He didn’t show it often despite earning it, but he never failed to make an appearance when we were naked together. It was rightfully earned.

“It’s time to teach you about erogenous zones, Silver.”

I hummed as he licked and sucked me. Everywhere he touched became fire until I was writhing on the bed and pleading for him to touch me. “Please, Mills.”

“I got you, baby,” he crooned as he finally took my aching cock into his hand. Bliss encircled me, and I thrust my hips up, searching for more. Miller grinned at my apparent neediness. I whined, shocked at the sound coming from me.

“This what you want?” he asked a second before swallowing my cock whole.

“Nghn.” Colors swirled together behind my eyelids, and my entire body tensed in preparation for its release. But it didn’t come. I opened my eyes and glared at the man between my legs. “You’re being an asshole.”

He laughed, his eyes alight with mischief. “Speaking of holes.” His finger breached me, wet and warm. It stung, and I tensed. “Deep breath and bear down. It will feel better once you let me in. I promise, Lath.”

God. He got me with that shortened name every time.

I relaxed my body and let out a long breath. Miller pressed further in, just past the knuckle, and once I got over the initial sting, it wasn’t as bad. His slick finger moved with expert precision, and I was soon wiggling back on his finger as he slid it in and out.

“Yes, more.”

“Look at you. Already a greedy cock slut, and you haven’t even had me in you yet. You’re going to be insatiable, Lath. I can already tell.” He groaned, and it made my balls tingle at the eroticism of his words.

Never in my life had I envision myself getting finger fucked in the family jet. But now that I was here, I wondered how I’d travel without it. The team plane would be interesting if I got a boner every time I stepped on board.

Miller withdrew his finger, and I immediately missed the feel of him. I watched as he squirted more lube and positioned himself at my entrance. It was tighter, but I knew what to do this time. I blew out a breath and bore down until I felt the pop of his knuckle passing through. Two fingers were thicker and stretched me wider as he pumped in and out. I had a momentarily thought of panic as I wondered how I’d ever take him if this was too much.

“I got you, Lath,” he whispered.

My eyes opened and locked with his reassuring gaze. His pupils were blown, nearly blocking out the blue and green of his eyes. Eyes that were fixed entirely on me. Miller was so expressive, conveying a multitude of messages in a single look.

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