Distant Myles

by Mae, Mandee

  I have just fucked hair. I try to smooth it out the best I can, but if he can’t get past what I look like in the mornings, then I’m done for.

  Opening the door, our eyes meet. I let mine wonder down his body, stopping at his erection. I smile and look back at him and then I feel a blush begin on my face. The movement of the sheet gets my attention to his nether regions. He is stroking his cock. He’s stroking his cock. Mother of God.

  “Like what you see?” He says with a big grin on his face. I am sure he can see me blushing. As a redhead, it’s hard to hide that sort of thing. I am sure my face matches the color of my hair. I have never seen a man stroke himself before and I am quite captivated.

  Walking around to the other side of the bed I tell him, “Yes, as a matter of fact, I do like what I see.” After climbing up onto the bed, I try to bring the sheet back over me, but I don’t succeed. Before I know it, I am flat on my back with Myles lying on top of me. God, he feels so good.

  “Myles, I have a question for you.” He’s kissing my neck, nibbling on my ear, trying to distract me.

  “What’s your question,” he whispers in my ear, sending a tingle down my body.

  “Umm, well…I know this is going to sound weird, but would you mind if we don’t use a condom anymore. I’m on the pill and I want to see what you feel like with nothing between us.” I’m holding my breath, hoping I didn’t upset him by asking him this.

  Raising himself up so he can see my face, “You’re on the pill?”

  I see the questions in his eyes; He’s wondering why I am on the pill.

  “Yes, I am on the pill. I started taking it to help regulate my cycle. I know I’m clean, are you?”

  Now, he’s smiling again. “No, that’s definitely not a problem for me, and yes, I’m clean. I have always used a condom and I get tested when I have my physicals. For the record, I too, would love to be inside you with nothing between us.” He says, rocking his hips back and forth between my folds. I am sure he can feel how turned on I am right now. I know I’m wet, which is evident by the way he is sliding back and forth.

  Leaning down and flicking my nipple with his tongue he says “Can I eat my breakfast now, please?”

  I have to laugh “Yes, by all means, eat away.”

  He continues to lick my nipple, only pausing to move to my other breast and then he gives it the same attention.

  Slowly working his way down my abdomen, then towards my ache below, my legs open further on their own accord, willing him to keep going. He pushes my legs up and out, widening me so he can do as he pleases. He leans his head down into my apex and I hear him inhale deeply.

  “God. You smell delicious,” he says as he dives in.

  Chapter Twelve

  Myles

  I have found my new favorite thing in the world to do and that is to eat her pussy. She smells and tastes delicious. I could literally do this all day. I bring my right hand down and separate her folds with my fingers. Leaning my head down, I rub my nose on her clit. “Mmmm.” Hearing her moan tells me I am heading in the right direction. Her breaths are ragged. Her chest is rising and falling so fast, her body is arched and her head is pressed into the bed. I insert two fingers into her pussy, then curl them up and start rubbing. I know where her spot is already and go straight for it. It doesn’t take long to get the reaction I was looking for. Her juices are running down my hand.

  “Myles...Myles... Oh, God…yes!” Her pussy is tightening around my fingers, sucking me in. Slightly biting her clit sends her over the edge.

  “God, Yeeessss,” she screams, thrashing around. I love it. Before she can come down from her euphoria, I get up on my knees, grab her legs and flip her over. I grab her hips to bring her up to her knees, smack her ass and slide right in.

  “Oh fuck, Amelia” Once again, I have to stop to gain some kind of control. I have never fucked anyone without a condom. The feeling of skin on skin is unbelievable. I will never wear a condom again with her if this is what it feels like. Heaven. That’s the only word that I can come up with to even compare to this feeling.

  “God, Amelia. Your pussy is so hot. I can feel your pussy pulsing around my dick.”

  “Myles, please, for the love of God, start moving!” I rub her ass where I spanked her, seeing a nice shade of pink. I cannot contain the smile that appears on my face. I grab her hips, slowly withdraw then thrust back in. Pausing briefly, I repeat a few more times.

  “Harder, Myles!” I slowly withdraw again, readjusting my grip on her hips, and thrust in harder.

  “Oh, God!” Yep, she likes that. Reaching up, I grab a hand full of hair, forcing her to arch her back. This alters the angle, so I go a little deeper. Increasing my rhythm, I thrust deep several times. Releasing her, she goes back down onto her hands. I reach around her waist in between her legs, find her clit and start rubbing it. Now she is panting, thrusting herself against me, forcing me deeper.

  “Myles…oh, God!” She has reached her climax. I can feel her trembling and now I can let go. I grab both hips again, thrusting hard twice more, and my orgasm rips through me. I pull her onto me and hold her there. Her pussy is milking me dry. My dick is still pulsating in her. It feels amazing knowing I am filling her with my seed. I lean over and rest my head on her back, barely able to catch my breath. She falls forward, collapsing on the bed and I follow right along with her. I gently ease out of her and roll off to the side. I lay beside her for a couple of minutes, go to the bathroom and get a warm washcloth to clean her up.

  Walking back to the bed to clean her I say “Amelia, sorry I got a little rough. Are you okay?”

  “I’m fine, Myles. That was amazing, but do you think you could feed me breakfast now. I’m starving.” Laughing while she says this and I can’t help but fall for her just a little bit more.

  “Sure, let’s get up. I will make you breakfast.” I walk to my dresser and pull out a pair of boxers for me then grab my robe for her from the bathroom. Walking back into the bedroom, she is sitting on the side of the bed waiting patiently for me. She looks completely content, like she belongs there.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Amelia

  My God. I can’t believe he spanked me. I loved it. I have never had anyone spank me before. I put on his robe and we make our way downstairs. He heads over toward the coffee pot and I take a seat on the barstool. I feel completely comfortable here in his space and completely at ease with him. I am supposed to go back home in two weeks, but after meeting Myles, I don’t want to.

  He takes out some skillets and raids the refrigerator, grabbing bacon and eggs. He gets busy making me breakfast, just like I asked.

  “Would you like some help, Myles?”

  Turning around to hand me a cup of coffee he says, “No, You sit there and look beautiful. I am cooking you breakfast; after all, I already ate mine.” He wiggles his eyebrow and I feel my face flush. Oh, God. I know he does that on purpose.

  “What are your plans for today, Amelia?”

  “Um, I don’t really know. I guess I should get ahold of Jamie to see if there’s something she wants to do today. Either way, I need to go back to the house so I can change. In fact, I am going to run upstairs and grab my phone. I’ll be right back.”

  I run upstairs to his bedroom, tossing clothes around until I locate my purse and grab my phone. I head back downstairs to the kitchen and take my seat. He is just finishing the bacon and getting ready to start the eggs. Waking up my phone I see I have missed a text from Jamie.

  Amelia, I’m at the house now. Do you want to go to the beach today? Let me know.

  “Did you hear anything from Jamie?” He’s taking up the eggs, making a plate for me.

  “Yeah, she wants to go to the beach today.”

  “That’s fine. I can run you home after you eat, but only if you agree to go out with me again.”

  “And if I don’t agree,” I ask, laughing, trying not to choke on my eggs.

  “Well, then I might just have to tie you to my
bed and have my wicked way with you. What do you think about that?”

  Raising my hands in defeat, I say, “Okay, I agree. Although, being tied to your bed does seem rather tempting. Let me text Jamie and let her know I will be home in a bit so we can hit the beach.”

  I can see I have shocked him because his eyes are the size of saucers. That’s funny.

  I am really enjoying my time with Myles, but I need to talk to Jamie. The way I am feeling about Myles in this short amount of time is scaring me. It’s unnerving.

  Myles and I sit and talk about his plans for the day while I finish my breakfast. Since I am going to go to the beach with Jamie, he is going to catch up on some work. Since he is an independent accountant, he works when he wants. He wants to get it done while I’m at the beach so we can spend more time together the following week. Ah, isn’t that sweet?

  When I am finished with my breakfast, I take my plate to the sink, and we head upstairs to get dressed.

  “Are you ready?” He asks me while sitting on the bed.

  “Yeah, just let me grab my purse.”

  Heading back downstairs, toward the kitchen, he stops by the table and grabs his keys. As I start to head out the door to the garage, he grabs my elbow.

  While reaching up and rubbing his thumb along my cheekbone he says, “Amelia, I had a wonderful time last night and this morning. Thank you for agreeing to go out with me and coming home with me. I truly didn’t expect anything to happen, although I am not sorry that it did.”

  Smiling at him I say, “Myles, I had a wonderful time too. I have had more fun and orgasms in the last 24 hours than I can ever remember. I can’t wait to spend more time with you. Would you like to come over to the house this evening for dinner?”

  Kissing me softly he says, “I would love to. Would you like me to bring anything?”

  “No, you don’t need to bring anything. How does seven o’clock sound to you?”

  “Perfect. I will definitely be there.” And with that, we walk out to the garage. He closes the door behind us and walks me around to the passenger side of the car and opens the door. He waits patiently for me to get in before he closes it. I watch him as he walks around to get in. Since Caleb and Myles picked us up last night, he knows where he is going.

  I wonder if he really would tie me to his bed like he said. Sounds like fun. I bet if I asked him to he would. I have never been tied to the bed before. Hell, I’ve never even had sex doggy style until Myles. I bet that would blow his mind.

  Myles reaches over and holds my hand why we are driving along. I turn my head and smile at him and notice he looks happy, but also a little sad. I wonder what’s wrong. He keeps rubbing his thumb over my knuckles almost absentmindedly. It won’t be long until we reach my house.

  I know this is my vacation with Jamie, but what I really want to do is tell Myles to turn the car around and go back to his house. How crazy is that? Having these feelings is good, right? It’s not too soon, is it? I am asking myself so many questions and I have to find the answers. I know if I were to go back to his house right now I would get lost in these feelings and not work through them. I need some time away from him to think and try to wrap my head around it.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Myles

  I can’t believe I am taking her home. I was serious when I said I wanted to tie her to my bed so she couldn’t leave. I don’t want her to leave. Hell, if I had it my way she would move in with me. What the hell am I thinking? I have got to get my head screwed on right.

  I reach over and hold her hand and start rubbing her knuckles. She turns and smiles; her smile lights up the room. I know she is here on vacation and I don’t want to take up all her time, well, I do actually. I want to spend every minute of every day with her until she has to leave. That is, unless my plan works and I can convince her to stay here, move here, with me. I need to talk to Caleb and see what he says about all this. He has always told me the way it is, so I know I can count on him to be honest with me. We don’t have much further to go until we reach her house. I can’t stop touching her. She just feels too good.

  Turning the corner, her house comes into view. I slow down, trying to prolong the inevitable. The longer I take, the longer she’s with me. Unfortunately, I’m not slow enough. I am soon turning up the driveway. Pulling up and parking the car in front of the garage, I turn off the engine. I just sit there and so does she.

  She makes no attempt to get out of the car. I turn in my seat to face her, grabbing both her hands, and just watch her. She has a million emotions running across her face and she’s trying to hide each and every one of them. The one that stands out the most is sadness. I reach up and cup her face with my right hand, brushing my thumb across her cheek. God, she looks like she is about to cry. I actually do not know what to say, so I say the only thing that comes to mind “It’ll be okay.” She leans into me and a tear rolls down her cheek. I lean in and kiss the tear away, tasting the saltiness. I pull back slightly, then lean in again, giving her a soft kiss. Sitting back in my seat, I watch her again. She shows me a weak smile and looks down.

  “Are you sure there isn’t anything you need me to bring this evening?”

  “No, just your hunger.”

  “It’s a date. Now, sit tight.” I get out of the car and start to walk around to her side to help her from the car. I glance sideways towards her and notice she is wiping her cheeks off, trying to hide the tears. Maybe she does have feelings for me. Reaching the passenger side, I open her door and offer her my hand, which she accepts. I shut her door after she gets out and start heading for the porch. Once we reach the door, she turns towards me and reaches for both my hands.

  “Myles, thank you again for a lovely evening...and morning.”

  “It was my pleasure, Amelia.”

  I make sure to get her cell number before I leave just in case something should happen. I pull on her arms to bring her closer to me, lowering my lips, giving her a kiss so sweet, hoping she can feel what I am feeling. I release her and wait for her to go into the house before I turn to leave.

  Once in my car, I start the engine, back up and start to drive away. I feel as if I am abandoning her. I have got to get my thoughts together. I need to talk this out with Caleb. I hit a few buttons on my dash and wait for him to answer.

  “Hey, man. What’s up?” Caleb answers on the third ring.

  “Nothing. Listen, I just dropped Amelia off and need to talk to you about something. Can you meet me at my house in a bit?”

  “Sure, give me twenty,” Caleb says, disconnecting the call. He doesn’t live far from me, so he will probably be there before I am. I drive the rest of the way home in complete silence.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Amelia

  Myles waits for me to go into the house before he turns to leave. I shut the door, turning to let my back rest against it. Closing my eyes, I just stand there and try to get my thoughts together so I can talk to Jamie and get her insight. I no sooner have her name drift through my head and she walks into the living room.

  “Amelia, what’s wrong? Are you alright?”

  Not wanting to lift my head to look at her because I know she will know that I have been crying, but I do anyway. “Nothing is wrong, really. I’m fine. I had a wonderful night with Myles. Let’s go get settled on the beach and then I’d like to talk. I am going take a quick shower and then we can head out. Okay?”

  “Yeah, sure. I will just get our stuff together. I’ll be ready whenever you are.”

  “Oh, by the way. I invited Myles over for dinner tonight. Why don’t you call Caleb and see if he wants to join us.”

  “Sounds great. I will call him while you’re in the shower.”

  I turn and head down the hall towards my bedroom. Once in my room, I head to the bathroom to turn on the shower so it can get warmed up while I get undressed. After removing all of my clothes and tossing them in the corner, I quickly pull up my hair. I will just wash it after the beach; I’ll have to take a
nother shower to remove all the sunblock that I am going to have to apply. Can we say SPF 110?

  I love the beach, but I hate to burn. It doesn’t take long for me to turn into a lobster if I don’t keep applying sunblock. I can usually get away with only a light pink shade after I have been out, but only if I am careful.

  After shower and putting my swimsuit on, I leave my room in search of Jamie. I find her in the kitchen still talking to Caleb and catch the tail end of her conversation.

  “Yes, Caleb. Dinner tonight here at the house. No, you don’t need to bring anything. Okay, I will see you at seven.” She says, disconnecting her call, then turning towards me.

  “What happened with you and Myles last night? Caleb said that Myles called him right after he dropped you off and asked him to come over so he could talk to him about something. I’m assuming it has to do with you.”

  “Why would you think it has something to do with me?”

  “Just some of the things that Caleb said to me. Come on. Let’s go out to the beach and get settled. It looks like you need someone to talk to,” Jamie says, walking over to get the bag she has filled to take with us.

  We head out the doors and onto the deck. We walk the long trail down to the beach and find a spot that we both agree on. After laying out the towels and coating me with sunblock, we lay back and try to relax. Well, I try to relax. Jamie has other plans and her questions begin to hit hard and heavy.

  “I mean seriously Jamie, I have never felt this way about someone else before. When he touches me, it’s like my skin is on fire. I can’t keep my hands off him and he can’t keep his hands off me.”

  I raise up on my elbows. “Then there’s the sex. Oh. My. God! The sex is unbelievable. I mean, I had more orgasms with him in a 24-hour time frame than I have had my entire life!”