Page 71 of Best Kept Secret
“What are you doing?” I shriek, kicking my feet.
“We’re gonna take care of that pretty mess between your sexy fucking thighs, baby.”
CHAPTER 33
LOGAN
Millie squirms in my arms, squeezing her thighs together, and I get it. She’s needy. My beautiful, needy mess. I think she might have a slight degradation kink too, because the way she whimpered with her mouth full of my cock, the way she shimmied her hips, the way she arched her back when I called her my perfect little slut—I want to explore that a little more.
Placing her down onto her bed, I cover her body with mine, looking in her shiny emerald eyes. “I have a confession to make.”
“What?” Her forehead wrinkles with blatant worry.
“I heard you the other night,” I say, leaning in and skating my lips over the crook of her neck, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to her pulse point. “Playing with your toy, coming withmyname on your lips.”
She gasps. “Youheardme?”
I nod slowly. “Stood outside your door, listening like a creeper and coming in my pants.”
“You came in your pants?” Her cheeks flush and her eyes flare, and something tells me she likes that.
I nod again. “I did. And I’ve been jerking off to thoughts of you in here playing with yourself every goddamn day since.”
Her throat bobs, and I see her pulse quicken.
“So fuckin’ sexy,” I murmur, leaning in to lick and suck the trigger point until she’s a panting, writhing mess. Her nails rake through my hair, dragging against my scalp, and I groan against her skin. “I wanna watch you use it.”
Pulling back to gauge her, I find her teeth clamping her bottom lip, uncertainty flashing in her gaze, and I trace the curve of her cheek. “Hey, you’re okay. It’s just me, remember?”
With a moment’s hesitation, she smiles shyly. “It’s in the nightstand.”
Taking that as invitation, I reach over, pulling open the drawer and blindly searching through the contents until my fingers feel something cold and hard, about the size of my thumb. Grabbing it, I take it out, grinning like a cocky bastard at the sight of the shiny gold vibrator. Fuck. Yes.
Pressing the button at the end, I test it out, the device coming to life with surprising force. As it continues vibrating, I glance at Millie, my grin lingering as I drag the toy down her chest, circling one nipple and then the other, relishing in the way that, with just that one tiny touch, she sucks in a breath, her body quivering in response.
I continue downwards, over her stomach, stopping to draw a circle around her belly button, my gaze fixed firmly on hers as I begin my descent to where I know she’s soaked for me. But right before I reach the apex, I pull away, flicking the button to turn it off.
A low groan of frustration rumbles at the base of Millie’s throat, and she looks at me like I just told her I’m a flat-earther.
I grin, holding it out for her. “Your turn.”
She closes her eyes and sighs.
“C’mon, Red,” I chide, trailing my fingers down over her hip. “If you wanna come, and I know you do by the way you’re squeezing these pretty thighs together, you’re going to have todo it yourself.” I roll off her, settling on my side on the bed next to her, holding my head up with my hand, flashing her an innocent smile when she glares at me.
Snatching the bullet from me, Millie rolls her eyes and shimmies down to get comfortable, and I watch silently, taking note because my perverted brain has been imagining what she looks like when she masturbates ever since that fateful night.
Resting back against the pillows, feet flat on the bed, knees bent, legs parted just enough, she presses the button, the vibrator coming to life between her fingers and, with a deep breath that shudders through her, she moves it down toward the holy grail, and I hold my breath with anticipation. But then she stops.
“I can’t,” she huffs, glancing at me from the corner of her eye. “It’s just awkward with you right there… watching me like you’re grading me.”
Valid. “Okay, so what if you can’t see me?”
“What are you going to do?” She smirks. “Go stand outside my door like a creeper? Oh wait, you already did that.”
“Brat,” I murmur on a chuckle. Shifting, I gently smack my hand against her hip. “Sit up.”
“What are you—” Before she can finish, I move her myself, sliding in behind her, legs on either side of hers. With my hands on her waist, I pull her in flush against me, my dick jumping at the feel of her ass right there, but I ignore the needy bastard because this isn’t about him or me. This is all Millie.
