Page 163 of Resisting Mr. Granville

I slide a covert look at the boys to make sure they’re not paying attention before I start sucking on his finger like it’s his cock.

Sucking on him gets me going. Tension and yearning join together in my lower tummy as I suck softly on his finger so as not to draw attention.

Milo is a little more devious. He must know I’m trying to keep things low-key so we don’t get caught, but he pushes a second finger into my mouth and shoves deep enough to gag me.

Thank God for surround sound.

I’m trying to keep quiet, but it’s so hard when I want so desperately to moan.

Especially after he gags me and reminds me of the hot night in Mexico when I was on my knees for him out on the balcony. He gagged me with his massive cock and used my mouth for his pleasure, but I had to keep quiet because another couple was out on their balcony on the floor above us. If I drew their attention, they might look down to see what was going on.

Not that the thought of getting caught pleasuring Milo isn’t just a tiny bit exciting.

Thinking about it now makes it that much harder to refrain from moving my head up and down the length of his finger, kissing and running my tongue along the underside like it’s his cock.

I want it to be his cock.

I’m so hungry for him. I want to climb beneath the blankets and lick the part of him Ireallywant in my mouth, but there’s no way we could dothatwithout being noticed.

Milo can tell I’m getting needy so he slides the hand that isn’t in my mouth down to touch my breasts. I arch into his palm, grateful for his attention.

He pushes the flimsy lace down so he can graze my sensitive nipple with his calloused fingers. I moan softly at the contact. I try not to, but it’s so difficult. He gives my pebbled nipple a sharp pinch and I suck in a breath.

I’m not sure if it was a rebuke because I made noise, but I think it was, and my heart races, my tummy rocking at the idea of having displeased him.

I’ll do better, I think as I suck his finger deep into my mouth. I take him clear to the knuckle, then I wrap my tongue around him like I would his cock as I pull back.

After a minute of allowing me to work for his forgiveness, he smoothly pulls his finger out of my mouth and slides his hand back beneath the blanket. It moves down my stomach, then into the waistband of my shorts.

My waistband is slack now that I’m lying here on my back against him so he has majorly easy access.

I stifle another moan as his big palm covers my pussy.

I spread my legs as subtly as I can to make room for him, then sigh and close my eyes as he begins to tease my entrance. His touch is so light, he sends shivers of delight whispering across every nerve ending.

God, his touch feels so incredible.

A pinch of neediness hits me and I turn so I can give him a soft kiss. “I love you,” I whisper, reaching up to caress his jaw before giving it another kiss.

His lips quirk and my heart fills with peace and joy. “I love you, too. More than you can imagine.”

“Same,” I whisper back.

His chest rumbles as he chuckles and I flash him a tender little smile, then I gasp, caught off guard when he pushes the blunt end of his finger into me.

I dart a look at the boys, slapping a hand over my own mouth. I’m nervous about getting caught and don’t want any sudden movements to draw their attention, so I force my hand away from my mouth and try to pretend nothing sinful is going on over here.

My heart beats faster but I try to keep my breathing steady. Obviously, if I start panting shamelessly, I’m bound to attract some attention.

His finger curls up and tingles travel up my spine and buzz through my head. My eyes drift closed and a soft breath escapes me.

God, it’s hard not to moan his name.

Maybe we can blow off the movie and go upstairs. I’d rather get fucked before dinner than watch a movie any night of the week.

This feels great, but I don’t just want him to finger me beneath the blanket. I want to suck him and not have to worry about anyone hearing. I want to feel the delicious invasion of his cock driving deep inside my body.

Between his touch and my thoughts, I’m getting more excited than I mean to. My breath starts to hitch. Milo must think I’m being too loud because he pulls his finger out of me.

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