Page 48 of Resisting the Running Back

I’m touching Miller’s cock. It’s hard and thick andlong. Longer than I was expecting it to be, and that throb pulses steadily as the ache starts to become unbearable.

It’s only then that he pulls back from my mouth, and his lips drag along my neck. He whimpers, and the sound causes fireworks to explode down my spine as it fuels me to form a fist around the steel length.

I start to move my fist as best as I can, giving him a hand job over his pants while he continues to tease me beneath my dress. He fingers the edge of my panties, and I thrust my hips toward him as if it’ll give him permission to keep going.

He softly bites my neck as I keep moving my hand over his cock, the feel of his teeth causing a little moan to escape from me. He grunts near my ear. “Fuck, Soph,” he says, the hardkinfuckdragged out and hot as hell as he finally, blessedly slips my panties to the side. I allow my legs to fall open a little wider, giving him more space to work with as I continue rubbing his cock.

I’m a hot fucking mess of need as I wait for him to slip his finger inside, and that’s when we both hear our driver. “We’ve arrived.”

We both whip apart as if we’re caught—becausewe are. We were so caught up in each other that we didn’t even realize we’d arrived back at Miller’s place.

He clears his throat. “Thank you.” He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a hundred-dollar bill. He hands it to the driver, and then he gets out of the car, holding out a hand for me to get out next. I grab it, and then we practically run toward the front door.

Miller fumbles with his keys for a beat, and we both slip inside. The door is barely kicked shut behind me when his mouth is back on mine, but his hands aren’t—not yet. He slips out of his tuxedo jacket and drops it on the floor behind us as he pins me to the front door with his hips. His tongue swirls with mine, and I simply hold onto his biceps for support because if I don’t hold onto something, my knees are going to buckle purely from the way he’s kissing me.

His hands aren’t on me yet, but I feel his fingertip as he slips the strap of my dress down. He pulls back from our kiss to trail his mouth down my neck and across my collarbone to my now naked shoulder, where he leaves another tiny bite, and then he trails back up again to my mouth.

Good Lord, who ever thought kissing Miller would be this fuckinghot?

I sure didn’t.

And all of this heat and emotion I’m feeling for him is just from akiss. I can’t begin to imagine whatsexwith him will be like, but with him, I feel safe and protected and secure.

I want this. I want him like I’ve never wanted anyone else, and I’m not sure what’s fueling this sudden change other than the fact that he’s always been so, so good to me. Itfeels like he’s been right here in front of me the whole time, but in the back of my mind I just figured he’d never want anything more with me than friendship. I’m the girl-next-door type, the one in the friend zone, the one who was always there but felt more like a sister.

There’s nothing sisterly about this kiss, that’s for damn sure.

He reaches down between us toward the slit in my dress again as he continues kissing me. He gets almost back to the same place where he was in the back of the Uber when he pulls back, his heavy eyes hot on mine. “Are you sure about this?” he murmurs.

I respond by grabbing his head and pulling him back down so his mouth is on mine again, and I reach down between us to grasp his cock over his pants again.

I’m definitely sure about this. Even if I wanted to, it’s not like I could stop now.

Instead of fingering the edge of my panties like last time, this time he reaches for the fabric where it lays against my hip, and he gathers it into his fist. He yanks on it, and the thin material falls apart. The other side is still snugly between my hip and my dress, and he reaches across to that side and pulls until the now useless fabric falls down my leg.

I part my legs to give him space, but he’s not quite done teasing me. He pushes his knee between my legs, and I’m so goddamn desperate for some friction that I start to ride it.

“Oh God,” I moan as his lips move from mine down to my chest and into my cleavage.

My voice doesn’t even sound like my own. It’s all deep and throaty, hoarse from not being used while his mouth assaulted mine in the most beautiful way.

“There’s still time to turn back,” he says against my chest.

I shake my head, unable to form words but somehow managing a whispered plea. “I want you.”

My words propel him into action, and he yanks the spaghetti strap on my other arm down and pulls down the front of my dress, exposing my naked breasts.

He immediately moves his mouth to one, latching onto my nipple and sucking it. I ride his knee a little harder as the feel of his mouth on my tit sends a dart of need straight to my pussy. I reach for his shirt, and I fumble with the buttons for a few seconds, but I can’t seem to make my fingers work. He’s still sucking on my tit as he bats my hand out of the way and rips open his shirt.

I hear the scattering of buttons on the ground, but it’s no match for the sound of our moans as they fill the air. My hands move immediately to the cut, hard planes of muscle that span his stomach, and he groans as I slide my hands along his body. I wrap them behind his back, feeling his warm, smooth skin under my palms, wanting that body covering mine as he pushes me to heights of pleasure I’ve never known before.

I slow my hips as they rock against his leg, and I reach up and hold his head to my tit for a few beats. My voice is breathless when I say, “Take me to your bedroom.”

I don’t have to ask twice.

He grabs me up into his arms and carries me up the stairs as if I weigh nothing—and I’m grateful since I don’t know if I could walk right now. He sets me gently on the floor near his bed, and he spins me around to pull down the zipper on the back of my dress.

It falls in a pool on the floor around my feet, and I stand naked with my back to him. He reaches around me and pulls me into a hug from behind, his hands moving up to grab each of my tits in one of his hands. He massages them, and the rubbing of my nipples against his rough palms is pure and utter bliss.

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