by Jolie Day
Rose: Aww. He’s adorable.
Juliette: Little Austin is the cutest baby you’ll ever see, so he’s worth all the fuss.
Juliette: How are things going with Miles? And the campaign?? Is it ready yet?
I chuckled at her enthusiasm.
Rose: Good news! The campaign has been approved by the upper management. So guess what? Over the next few weeks, we’re getting ready to launch. First in the US, then in the UK.
Juliette: You’ll have to give me a call this weekend if you get a chance to chat about it all, all right?
Rose: No problem, Jules. I’ll call you soon.
Juliette: Wait! What about Miles?
Rose: Ummm, well, things are going quite well with Miles, actually.
Juliette: How well? On a scale of 1 to 10.
She sent me a pic of a sexy, naked guy. He was hot, but he had nothing on Miles.
Rose: Who’s that? Your new man?
Juliette: I wish. I use his pic when I’m buffin’ the muffin. LOL. Do you see the pelvic sorcery in this? Found him on Google. This dick’s a 10. So. How’s Miles?
Rose: He’s a great roommate, and he’s even bonded with Daisy. LOL
Juliette: Didn’t you get my question, love? Rate Miles’ dick. Lord have mercy. A sec ago I was thinking of cute babies. LOL. That escalated quickly.
Rose: The first time I saw him I was drooling. 100000000.
Juliette: Girl, are you trying to hypnotize me?
Juliette: I gotta run. Baby’s crying. Love you!
Rose: Love you more.
Satisfied, I walked from my room, barefoot and ready to relax. I found Miles in the kitchen. He’d removed his jacket and loosened his tie. As I walked in, he stopped whatever he was doing on his phone and looked me up and down, tilting his head slightly.
“Are you staring at my ass, Miles?” I asked.
“Yep.” He wasn’t even trying to hide his actions. He clearly wanted me to know he liked what he saw.
“Enjoying the view, are you?” I asked, leaning my hip against the counter and crossing my arms.
“I certainly am. Thanks.” A smile spread across his face. “Looking great.”
I shook my head at him. “You should start putting in requests. Maybe your view will wear a maid outfit next time.” I joked, and Miles’ eyes met mine.
“Or nothing,” he grumbled playfully.
“Oooh, unfortunately, that’s not on the list of options.” I shrugged my shoulders.
Miles’ smile grew, and he shifted his position, tilting his head to the other side.
“Is that garter belt on the list of options?” he asked, and I was stunned silent for a moment. How did he know I had one of those sets?
He shrugged, as if he’d heard my question. “Hey, it’s not my fault if I happen to notice your lingerie lying around your room.”
“You’re shameless, Miles.”
“And proud of it. So, what’s the plan for tonight?” he asked.
“I was planning on watching some movies… and maybe getting some takeout? If you’re up for it?”
“Yeah, actually, that sounds great. I’m in the mood to do nothing.”
“Tell me about it, shameless,” I said, rubbing my neck.
“You got a sore neck?”
“Oh, just from staring down at a computer screen all week, you know, the usual,” I told him, getting busy with pouring myself a glass of wine. “You want something?” I knew where he kept his favorite bottle of scotch by now.
“Yeah. That’d be great. I’m just going to shower first.” He walked to his room.
I poured his drink and left it on the counter before heading over to the couch and flopping down. A sci-fi movie would be great. I put my feet up on the coffee table and began flicking through the movie options. Aliens. Yeah! Did you know that when it came to shooting the elevator scene in Aliens, the full-size xenomorph queen puppet didn’t fit in the elevator? So funny! Her tail had to be removed! Poor thing. And then they covered it up by adding dark lighting and smoke effects. Luckily, Miles fit into our elevator with all of his assets intact.
A few minutes later, he appeared from his room, and I noticed—in my peripheral view—that he was shirtless. Again. Not that I minded. Still, I tried my best not to look, but my traitorous body won the fight, and my head turned toward him.
Oh, shit. I shouldn’t have done that.
He wasn’t only shirtless—he was almost naked.
Miles was walking over to the kitchen counter with only a towel on. Not the biggest towel.
I took another peek. He was angled facing away from me, so he wouldn’t know.
I had a great view on his back tattoo of the wolf. Wouldn’t it be hilarious if the towel fell? Imagine if the wolf then peeked down at his ass, too! I almost giggled at the thought.
The towel was wrapped around his hips, looking rather loose—dangerously loose—and just as he reached out his hand for his drink, it fell.
Yep.
It fell. All the way down.
Oh my. This was good.
I mean, it was not good. Did I have cosmic powers?
It wasn’t good for a different reason.
I felt my body heat up, sitting here, my eyes fixed on the gorgeous man standing fully naked only a few feet away.
“Oops,” Miles said, not even budging, but mumbling “Whatevs.”
The nerve! He wasn’t worrying, he wasn’t covering up, just taking a sip of scotch instead, and letting me have my fill of his side and back view.
Had he done that on purpose? Na-ah.
I couldn’t help it. My eyes were glued to his body, and my heartbeat raced. (And by the way: The wolf wasn’t looking down.)
The man had an amazing ass, and I eyed the sexy curves and all his ink for a moment before Miles started turning around.
Let me say that again. Miles started turning around.
Look away, look away. Why didn’t I look away? Brain? Hello?
He turned to face me, obviously now noticing that I was watching him. And just to be clear here, he didn’t just turn his head—he turned his full body.
At that moment, I knew it was what he wanted.
He’d done it on purpose.
Do not look at his dick.
I repeat.
Do not look at his dick.
My eyes were fixated on his muscular chest—sliding down to his dick.
Damn, he had such an amazing dick. I’d never seen it like that. Even now, not hard, it looked… big. 100000000 x 100000000 big. Miles was a grower and a shower. Great. I’d given Jules the wrong number.
I struggled with my inner voice, which was telling me that “it wouldn’t hurt to sleep with him once more, would it?” I’d already done it. What was the harm in doing it again? I bit my lip and slid my eyes back up to his.
He was watching me, daring me with his mischievous bright eyes. Then, he slowly picked up the towel.
I was still staring.
“I know you like what you see, Rose,” he growled.
“Umm,” was all my brain could come up with.
“I’d bet that you’re already wet,” he said, watching me, a naughty smile on his gorgeous lips. “Dripping wet.” Had he really just said that? Or was it my imagination running wild?
I laughed at him—awkwardly—while covering my eyes—even more awkwardly—feigning innocence.
I mean, me, dripping wet? Never!
Over this?
Nooo.
Okay, I was.
I heard his low chuckle as he went back to his room.
When he walked out again, he was in gray sweats and a white T-shirt. He was barefoot like me. All casual, as if nothing had happened, he picked up his glass and joined me on the couch. As if it was a normal thing to show his dick and not cover it up and then comment on how wet I was.
I sat quietly with my drenched panties, super embarrassed, not sure what was happening between us, and not sure why he was as sexy as sin. When I kinda glanced to hi
s side, I could see that he was clearly amused by my reaction.
I knew I wanted him, obviously, and he wanted me—he’d made that clear.
But we weren’t supposed to do this.
I’d even asked him to add to the contract that we couldn’t get physical. However, we’d already broken that rule. And I really, really wanted to break it again. I shifted slightly and felt the wetness between my legs. It’d been building ever since I saw him in the kitchen, and at this point, it wasn’t just going to subside.
In an attempt to stall, I asked about the food. “What do you feel like eating?” So awkward.
Please say “you,” the voice in my head chirped.
Miles bit his lip while he thought, letting it pop out when he had his answer.
“Chinese,” he said and sat back against the couch, reaching into his pocket for his phone. “That good?” He opened the food delivery app.
“Uh-huh,” I said, nodding my head, thinking noooo.
My mind was still reeling.
Miles was sitting with his legs wide open—manspreading is such a cliché I know—but he just did it so well. Maybe it was because of that bulge, but there was so much more about him that was hot as sin. Just the way he carried himself with all that confidence, that swagger, was insanely tempting. I looked at his arms and hands as he held the phone. So big… so veiny… so manly.
God, I was going to lose it tonight.
Maybe I should just go to bed early and you know, find release in other ways?
Sounded like a smart idea.
With this sex god sitting right outside the door? I don’t think so, honey.
So much for smart idea.
I was clearly going mental.
I ripped my eyes from him—with difficulty—and rubbed my neck again, tilting my head from side to side to release the tension.
“All right, it’s on the way. What do you want to watch?” Miles put his phone on the table and looked at me. “Is your neck still sore? Can I give you a massage?”
“Um, no. I’m fine, thanks,” I said with a nervous laugh.
“Fuck it, Rose, just let me massage your neck, it’s really no big deal. Hunch over.”
I sighed. Welp, here goes. I stood and grabbed a cushion, dropping it on the floor between his legs, then sitting down on it. As soon as I felt his knees at my shoulders, I doubted the whole idea. Trying desperately to clear my mind, I grabbed the remote and started the movie I’d chosen: Aliens. Ripley was a strong female role model. She wouldn’t bat an eyelid if a man dropped a towel in front of her, even if he was an alien with three dicks and a cut-off tail. I tried to channel her “fuck you” attitude, and settled onto the cushion.
“Wait one second.” Miles stood up, carefully lifting his leg over me. “Let’s do this right.”
He walked to his room and came back with a bottle of massage oil.
Oh no. I was in for it now.
He sat back down and positioned his legs on either side of me again.
I tried to watch the movie, I really did, you know, to keep my mind busy, but I had no idea what on earth was going on and what the hell they were talking about. I’d seen the movie twelve times, but I had no clue.
“Can you take this off?” He pulled at my sweater.
What? No.
Of course not.
That would go way too far, clearly.
I pulled it off, then saw my hair clip on the table and twirled my hair up into a high bun, securing it. A few moments later, I was sitting in my leggings and camisole, with Miles preparing to massage me with oil.
This was dangerous territory.
I was completely screwed—but oh-so-excited for it.
The bottle popped open behind me, and I heard him rub his hands together, probably warming the oil. The moment his hands landed on my shoulders, I felt goosebumps spread across my arms all the way down to my fingertips, and somehow magically, to my pussy. I let out a breath to release tension, letting my arms hang loosely, so my shoulders would relax.
Miles moved his hands across my neck and shoulders, spreading the oil, before starting to massage the muscles.
Oh my word, he’s so good at that. I closed my eyes and let my head fall forward, relaxing my body completely for him.
“Is the pressure good?” he rumbled.
It’s perfect. “Uh-huh,” I whispered.
“Feel good?”
Feels like heaven. “Uh-huh.”
It was all I could say. I was mentally unable to find words.
His hands and fingers were mesmerizing me, rubbing me into a meditative state. He worked the muscles down my back and up again, repeating on the other side. His fingers massaged the muscles closest to my hairline, then slowly moved downward and worked the muscles on top of my shoulders, over the edges and down my upper arms. My God, I didn’t know how Miles knew the almost scientific ways of massaging the stress from my muscles, but I was glad he did.
I groaned aloud as he released my tension, loving the feeling. His hands kept rubbing, only lighter now… more like a caress. He slid his palms down my back and up again, over my shoulders and to my chest.
He rubbed the muscles there sensually, before letting his hands roam.
I didn’t stop him.
He pushed his fingers down and into the cups of my bra, massaging my breasts. Oh heavens. I sighed with pleasure, feeling my nipples harden instantly, and let my head fall backward. Miles leaned down and kissed my cheek, tenderly, while he found my pebbled nipples and began plucking at them, rolling them between his fingers.
A gazillion electric thunderstorms roiled through my belly, while my heart just about stopped.
It felt so hot, so fiery, so sexy.
The oil, still on his hands, made his touch feel sensual and soft, shooting the electricity right to my clit.
Without saying a word, he removed his right hand and unclipped my bra at my back, letting the straps fall down my shoulders. I didn’t protest. Maybe I should. Slowly, I pulled the straps over my hands and then pulled my bra out from under the camisole, which, by the way, was also falling off my shoulders already. With better access, Miles really delved into working my breasts and became more rough as he pinched my nipples and kissed down my cheek, onto my jaw.
“Oh, Miles…,” I let out one final sigh before giving in completely.
“Yeah, sit up higher, Baby,” he growled against my ear.
I almost couldn’t think, let alone talk. The way he used the word coursed through my body in the form of goosebumps. God, I loved that. I’d imagined him using it in my fantasy about him and, then he’d used it the first time when we made love. I hadn’t forgotten.
I lifted myself up, but remained facing away from him. He pulled my butt onto the couch between his legs, positioned me against his strong, muscular chest and placed my head on his shoulder.
“Lean against me,” Miles rumbled. “Relax.” He put his arms around me and began kissing my neck. Oh my God. The oil had drawn into my skin now, and it felt smooth and soft.
I took his right hand and placed it where I wanted it, where I needed it—between my legs, over the leggings.
Miles let out a groan, and whispered, “Yes, show me what you want.”
I kept my hand on his and began with slow, circular movements, basically massaging my tender skin. I knew it was a bad idea, but then again, it was the best idea ever. The sizzling heat between us tonight was undeniable, and there was no turning back.
“Miles…” I let out a soft moan, this time from pure pleasure, and turned my head to face him. He didn’t waste a second to kiss my lips. The sensation of his mouth against mine almost made me faint—it felt magical, causing more tiny electrical detonations in my whole body. He was devouring me as if he’d been waiting for this moment forever.
His fingers were on my waistband, his thumb teasing along the rim.
I decided it was time—I threw my cares to the wind and started pulling my leggings down my hips, lifting my ass.
As soon as he could, he had his fingers back where they were, slipping and sliding through my folds while I lay against him, a panting mess. The feeling of his fingers on my now exposed, sensitive flesh made me lose breath. I could feel him getting harder and harder against my back, and as much as I wanted to turn and feel him, I also wanted release—right now.
Miles must’ve sensed my thoughts, because he suddenly lifted me by the ass, over his leg, and with a gasp, I fell backward onto the couch, his body alongside me. How strong he was!
Miles had much better access now and continued to tease me.
Oh heavens.
“Ah,” I let out.
It felt as if I hadn’t come in years. I needed it so badly.
Miles kissed me with passion, his thumb grazing softly against my clit. His other hand moved one strap of my camisole, causing it to fall off my shoulder. He took advantage by moving himself down slightly and taking my exposed and already hardened nipple into his mouth. He was now licking and nibbling at my nub, his hips moving in suggestive rhythmical motions, while I felt my insides churn and heat up drastically. “Oh…”
My body arched, and I began moving my hips to join his movements and letting myself go, feeling my orgasm blooming.
“Oh… oh…yes…ohhh,” I came with a loud moan. A really, really loud moan.
As my body relaxed, Miles kissed me softly, with hooded eyes. I was about to comment on how amazing it had been, when we heard a sound at the door.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
Shit! The food.
Miles smiled down at me, planted a kiss on my nose and began to lift himself over me to get off the couch. Luckily, he was still in his sweats and white T-Shirt.
“Do you think he heard me?” I asked, holding my hand to my mouth, feeling slightly stressed about the delivery guy hearing my orgasm.
“I’ve got no doubt he did.” Miles grinned at me and walked to the door.
I couldn’t help but notice the substantial erection pushing through his sweats. I loved gray sweats.
“Ah, Miles.”
“Yeah?”
“You might wanna… you know, reposition.” I gestured with my hand to his sweats.
He looked down.
“Right. Shit.”