Page 62 of Deception & Daylight
Chapter 26
Miles
? Deep - Kelsea Ballerini
Stepping out of the bathroom, a towel slung low on my waist, I find Maggie sprawled across the bed on her stomach, a familiar sage green typewriter in front of her. She throws her head back and groans in frustration, and I take that opportunity to crawl over her body and press into her from behind. When she glances over her shoulder, her smile stops me dead in my tracks. Between work and the inn, I’ve barely spent any time at home in the last week. More often than not, I spend my nights in Maggie’s bed, her body wrapped around mine. Not that I’m complaining.
Her hair is pulled into a bun at the top of her head, a few strands falling loose around her face and neck. She’s wearing one of my t-shirts again and seeing the Barlow logo on her does something to me. “Writer's block again?” I ask, kissing the spot behind her ear that makes her shiver.
“It’s always the same fucking scenes,” she grumbles. “I’m running out of new ways for them to fuck.”
“Baby, if you needed some inspiration, all you had to do was ask.” I trail my fingertips up the curve of her soft thigh, my grip tightening when I realize she’s bare beneath my shirt. “Don’t think. Just start typing. If you stop, I stop.”
As soon as I hear the telltale clicking sounds of her fingers typing away, I slip my hand between her thighs. She’s always so wet and needy for me. When I circle her clit, she sighs, and the sound goes straight to my dick. I listen for the sound of the typewriter, but the room is silent, so I stop. She glances back, and realizing her mistake, returns to work with an eye roll. “Careful, baby girl. Keep that up and you won’t get to come.”
I hear a faint, whispered “please” as I begin again. Her back arches slightly as she spreads her legs further, and I don’t think she even realizes she’s doing it. I glance at the paper, reading along as ‘Max’ finger fucks his girl. Taking my queue from her own words, I slide two fingers inside her tight opening, stroking her slowly at first before picking up the pace as her fingers work furiously over the keys. The rhythmic soundtrack of clacks and zips combined with her moans has me hard as stone. Her breaths start coming in pants, and she throws her head back, eyes closed as I feel her clench around me. Just when she’s about to come, I pull out, leaving her pissed off and panting. “What the fuck, Miles!”
I quirk a brow, motioning for her to turn back around. “I was just getting into the story. I need to know more about Max and Madeline.” Letting out a frustrated growl, she returns to her work. “That’s it. Good girls get rewarded. Ass up, I want to see that sweet cunt.” Without hesitation, she raises onto her knees, giving me a mouthwatering view. I strip off my towel, letting my cock brush against her thigh before leaning over to lick her from her clit all the way to her asshole. Banding my arm around her thighs, I pull her tight to my face as I feast on her, my tongue swirling around her clit as she squirms in my hold.
She reaches back, her fingers threading through my hair, tugging slightly, the other hand still working over the keys in an impressive move that earns her a reward as I suck hard on her clit and plunge two fingers into her. Seconds later, her thighs are shaking uncontrollably and she’s screaming out her release, and I’m hard as a rock, listening to her erotic sounds. These rooms aren’t exactly sound proof and it fills me with a sick sense of satisfaction to know the other guests are listening to me make my woman come on my face.
She slumps back against the pillows lining the headboard, panting. “Am I dead? I think you killed me,” she murmurs around ragged breaths.
“Oh, baby. You didn’t think I was done with you, did you?” I crawl over her body, my thighs bracketing her chest, cock slapping against her gorgeous tits — barely a handful with perfect dusty pink nipples just begging to be sucked. “Open that pretty mouth and stick out your tongue. You won’t be able to use your safe word, so tap twice on my thigh if you need me to stop.”
The fire in her eyes tells me she wants to protest, but she thinks better of it and complies. I slap my cock against her tongue, letting her taste me. Her head is angled just right for me to slide into her mouth, hand gripping the tangled mess of hair on top of her head, holding her steady as I fuck her face.
I take things slowly at first, afraid I might come too fast after practically edging myself while I ate her out. She gags a little when I hit the back of her throat, and her eyes begin to water, eyelashes glistening as I push forward once more. She’s a beautiful disaster —mybeautiful disaster.
I pick up the pace with shallow thrusts as her hands squeeze my ass. I’m dangling on the precipice. One more lick and I’ll be coming down her throat, and I have other plans, so I pull back. “You good?” I ask, wiping a tear off her cheek.
She nods and I pin her with an intense stare — she knows she’s supposed to use her words. “Yeah. I’m good,” she says a little breathlessly.
Crawling backwards on the bed, I tug her down so she’s flat on her back, then place a pillow under her hips. Her cheeks are flushed as she bites down on her bottom lip and I can’t resist leaning over her to steal that lip for myself. I bite down, then sweep my tongue into her mouth, tasting the salty, sweet combination of us. “Fucking delicious.” Before she can respond, I line myself up and plunge balls deep into her wet pussy, eliciting a gasp as the breath is knocked out of her lungs. “Feel that? Feel what you do to me?”
Gripping her thigh to spread her open for me, I pull out to the tip and thrust back in while I lick over her collarbone, then suck her nipple into my mouth. She grips my hair in both hands, holding me to her as her heart beats out a frantic rhythm. I pick up the pace, fucking her hard and fast as she releases a string of curses. “You gonna come for me, baby? Let me fill up this pretty pussy?”
“Yes,” she breathes. “Please.”
“Such a good girl, begging for my cum. Wanna feel you squeeze around my cock before I give you what you need. Come for me, dirty girl.” I reach between us and find her clit, setting an easy pace as I continue the movement I’ve already set with my hips, knowing the key to making her come undone is repetition. After weeks of having her in my arms, I can read every sign her body gives me and play her like a fiddle.
“That’s it. You’re almost there.”
“Miles. Fuck.” With one last press of my fingers, she shatters under me, dragging out my orgasm as I fill her with my cum, just like I promised. I lean down, taking her mouth in a languid kiss while we catch our breath. Her brown eyes are brighter than ever as she tilts her head and gives me a sweet smile that’s so unlike any she’s ever graced me with. It feels like a privilege I haven’t yet earned. “Keep smiling at me like that and I might decide to keep you.”
Mags
The thought of Miles keeping me should terrify me; it should feel like a threat. Instead, it feels like a promise.A beautiful promise.Maybe it’s the good dick glow, but I feel content for the first time in years. Miles groans as I gently nudge him off my body, and I instantly miss his weight pressing into me. Before I can get far, he tackles me into the bed and starts peppering kisses all over my body, making me dissolve into a fit of giggles. “Miles! I really have to get back to work. The new pages are due in a few days and I have no idea what the hell I just wrote.”
Miles laughs and releases me with one last brief kiss on the lips. I don’t know if I’ll ever get used to the easy affection.
He disappears into the closet and I immediately return to the absolutely chaotic mess of keystrokes that is chapter thirty-two of my manuscript. Towards the end, I was just tapping random keys so he wouldn’t stop what he was doing. It looks like an illiterate toddler took over.
After replacing the paper, I begin transcribing the useful prose, drawing inspiration from everything that just transpired. When the space bar locks up again, I let out a string of curses.
“Everything okay?” Miles asks as he pulls a t-shirt over his gorgeous body. The man should be required by law to walk around shirtless. It’s such a shame to cover up that delicious chest. “My eyes are up here,” he teases, snapping me out of my shameless perusal.
Ignoring his self-satisfied smirk, I respond, “The damn space bar keeps sticking, but I can’t bring myself to stop using it. I always write better on my typewriter.”
