Page 9 of Best Kept Secret
“What about since you’ve been at college?” I know the second I’ve asked the question that I’ve hit a nerve. I can feel in the way she starts to clam up, the light in her eyes dying just a touch, and immediately I’m on edge.
“I spent my first three years choosing to focus on school instead of guys. But then one day, out of nowhere, I ran into Parker outside the campus Starbucks. Spilled my iced caramel mocha all over his pristine white button down. He was so sweet about it and, I don’t know, I guess we just kind of hit it off. He was perfect, at first. A true gentleman, and when I told him I was a virgin, he didn’t make a big deal of it. He was respectful. Until hewasn’t.”
She must feel my body tense because she’s quick to say, “Oh, he didn’t do anything like…that.”
“He cheated on you?” I presume after what I witnessed downstairs.
“Twice.” She huffs another bitter laugh. “And he blamed me because… I’m an ice queen, apparently.”
I close my eyes on a heavy sigh because what the fuck is it with assholes not keeping their goddamn dicks to themselves.
“I’m sorry that happened to you, Red,” I say sincerely. “I really am. But I hope you know not all guys are complete fucking assholes.”
When Millie’s eyes meet mine again, there’s something there, something almost doubtful, like she doesn’t believe me. And I have the sudden urge to find that popped-collar dickhead and go another round with him. But, of course, I don’t. She doesn’t need that right now. Right now, if she’ll let me, all I cando is show her that not every guy is a living, breathing sack of shit.
Looking from her light green eyes down to her pink lips and back again, I place a hand on her waist, stroking the soft skin that stretches over her ribs. I allow my gaze to travel downwards, unabashedly taking in her perfect breasts barely concealed by the sheer black bra she’s wearing, see-through enough to make out her pretty pink nipples. Her chest expands with a breath, and I hear it stammer with her exhale, her skin breaking out in goosebumps, and I know how much I’m affecting her right now. But she’s affecting me just as much; my dick is aching and hard as stone.
“Do you trust me?” I ask her.
“Yes,” she says without missing a beat.
I duck my head to place a soft kiss to the valley between her breasts. Lingering there, I dot kisses over the swell of one, and then the other, my eyes watching her reaction. “Has a guy ever done this before?” I ask, placing my mouth over one of her breasts, breathing hot air and ghosting my lips over her peaked nipple.
With a whimper that goes straight to my dick, she shakes her head frantically, and I can’t help but smile when her hand cups the back of my head, holding me against her.
As I drag my tongue over her nipple through the lace of her bra, softly grazing it with my teeth, I trail my hand down her soft stomach, stopping at the button on her jeans. “Is this okay?”
She nods.
“Has a guy ever made you come before?”
With her teeth dragging over her plump bottom lip, again, she shakes her head. “Parker dry humped me once. He came in his pants and then asked if it was good for me.”
For the record, Parker is a dead man. Muttering a curse, I pop the button on her jeans, but before I go any further, I say, “You tell me to stop and I will, okay?”
She nods, desperately, and I bite back a grin, tugging thezipper down and revealing a hint of white cotton panties with pink motherfucking hearts on them. Fuck. Me. I was expecting sheer black lace to match her bra. But these? Who knew a pair of goddamn panties could have me teetering on the edge of no return? I’m forced to close my eyes tight, taking a few steadying breaths before I end up exactly like her loser ex and come in my pants.
Tentatively sliding my hand inside her underwear, she gasps and I pause, looking at her. “Is this okay?”
She clamps her bottom lip between her teeth and nods, throwing an arm over her eyes, and I know it’s because she’s shy, but I’m not having it. “Eyes on me, Red.”
She shakes her head.
I decide to call her bluff. “Eyes on me, or I’ll stop.”
Slowly, and with an exasperated groan, she removes her arm to reveal adorably flushed cheeks and heavily hooded eyes that burn with lust and uncertainty.
“That’s a good girl,” I say with a soft smile, allowing my hand to dip further into her panties.
A breathy moan falls from her parted lips as my fingers slide over her slick pussy. Holy fuck, she’s not only bare, but she’s soaked too. I slip between her folds, swiping the pad of my middle finger over her swollen clit, and her back arches up off the bed, her thighs falling further apart, dazed eyes meeting mine.
“Fuuuck,” I mutter under my breath, circling her clit over and over and watching her unravel in the most beautiful, unguarded way.
“Ohmygod,” Millie whimpers, grabbing my wrist and holding on while I bring her to the edge. “Please keep doing that.”
I smile to myself, relishing in the way her thighs are trembling, in the way her pussy is getting wetter and wetter, the filthy sound amplified through the silence and causing my dick to weep. And while I’d love nothing more than to edge her, tobring her to the brink over and over again until she’s a needy, writhing mess of desperation, begging me to let her come, I replace my finger with my thumb, rubbing her clit with fervor, trailing my fingers downwards and teasing her tight cunt with featherlight circles.
“Like that?” I grit, using every last ounce of willpower not to thrust my fingers inside and fuck her needy little hole. She wants it. I know she does. And I bet she’d like it, too. But not right now. She’s a virgin, and I need to keep reminding myself of that, despite how much she’s drenching my fingers.
