MILES (The Billionaire Croft Brothers, Book Two)

by Paige North

  Once I’ve removed his dress and shirt I get that glorious view of his chest and six-pack stomach.

  “Now touch me,” he says. Gratefully, I run my hands over the landscape of his chest, feeling the motion of his breath, across to his shoulders and down to his stomach, which clenches at my touch. “Now use your mouth.”

  I step closer and kiss his neck, my tongue taking in the taste of him as his hands finally touch me again. He holds the back of my neck, guiding me down to his chest as my hands roam all over his torso. He pushes me down further, his fingers digging into my shoulders until I’m forced to go on my knees, my face so close to the huge bulge trapped in his pants.

  “Take them off,” he says, his voice heavy.

  I slip the smooth leather of his belt buckle open, unzip his pants, and lower them down to his ankles. He smoothly steps out of them, his socks quickly discarded. Miles takes the back of my head, turns me slightly and pushes my cheek against the hard, thick outline of his dick. He rubs himself across my face, and without thinking I turn my head and kiss that outline, breathing my hot breath on it. His hand tightens in my hair as I grab on to his hips. I look up at him and find him watching me, his eyes dark and hungry.

  “I don’t know if I’m…good at this.” I say. It’s embarrassing to admit, but I know it’d be worse if I did it wrong.

  He puts one hand on top of mine at his hip. “Have you ever done this before?” His hip is still moving slightly, edging toward me.

  “No,” I say.

  “Are you a virgin?”

  I shake my head no. “I’ve just never done this. I’m sorry.”

  Miles reaches into his boxer briefs and pulls up and down on his dick. “Pull them down,” he commands, and I take down his one remaining article of clothing.

  His dick is massive, even in his big hand. It’s long, so long, and thick and I don’t know if I could ever take it in my mouth. Just the thought of it, picturing it in my mouth, makes me nervous and excited at once.

  He angles it toward my mouth. “Lick it. Just the top, Jordyn.”

  I can see a bit of pre come, and I drag my tongue across it, tasting him, feeling the skin. Miles lets out a deep moan.

  “Again.”

  I lick across the top of the massive head, and then I do it again without his even telling me. The more I do it the more I want. Miles is still holding himself, and he pushes my head down more.

  “Put my dick in your mouth, Jordyn. Wrap your lips around me.” With my hands still on his hips to steady myself, I open my mouth, wrap my lips across his big dick and let him slowly push himself into my mouth. He doesn’t go far but it’s enough to nudge the back of my mouth. “That’s good, baby,” he says. With his hand still in my hair at the back of my head, he moves me up and down. “Wrap your lips around me. Let your tongue slide over me. Yes. Like that. God, Jordyn, just like that.”

  Hearing how much he likes it makes me want to do even more, to be better. I put my hand on top of his, letting him show me how to work his shaft along with my mouth. He’s still pushing my head, guiding me. At one point he pushes too hard and his dick goes further than I was prepared for, making me gag a little.

  I’m worried that I sounded disgusting, or that he’s disappointed, especially when he pulls my mouth off him. But he lets me take his cock in my hand and he guides me, showing me how he wants me to work him.

  I start to stroke his dick at a steady pace and I’m fascinated, watching his cock. When I look up and see him still watching me I can’t help myself—I cover his dick with my mouth once again.

  It’s such a surprise to Miles that he moans out again, grabbing the back of my head and forcing me down and up with a quicker rhythm than I’m prepared for, but I’m determined to keep up, opening my throat as much as I can for the welcomed assault of his thick cock.

  It’s so good, and he’s so hot, that I can’t help but join in his moans as I suck on his dick. But as soon as I do, he’s pulling me off again.

  “You’re going to make me come,” he says.

  He takes my hand away from his dick, which is now sopping wet from my tongue and mouth.

  “I have to be inside you, Jordyn. Stand up. I’m going to fuck you.” I begin to stand but it’s not fast enough for him; he pulls me up by my hands.

  Then Miles pulls at my sports bra and takes it off of me. Next, it’s my shorts and shoes, my socks and then my last remaining bit of covering—my panties. We’re facing each other, completely naked. Miles’s eyes drink me in, lingering over my breasts and my pussy.

  I look at him too, his chest and lean, cut arms, his thighs solid, the muscles showing clearly. But it’s his dick standing at strained attention that I can’t turn away from, and so I reach out and take it in my hand and begin pulling on him again, moving my hand up and down, faster than before.

  He’s grabbing my tit firmly with his hand, then dips his head down and takes me in his mouth, his tongue flicking over my hard nipple. I move my hips closer to him, our hands working over our bodies while trying to get ever closer.

  I’ve never felt the need for another person’s body as much I need Miles. I need to touch him, I need him on me, I need to feel his hands and his mouth. I need his dick, and when I try to rub my soaked pussy against his dick, he stops abruptly and says, “That’s it.”

  In a flash, he moves me over to the window. He turns me to face the view and with his arm around my waist, pushes me forward so my ass is back up against him. I put my hands on the glass to steady myself, looking down at the street below. Miles spreads my legs, and runs his fingers along the length of my pussy.

  “I love how wet you get for me,” he murmurs into my ear.

  And then he’s got the head of his dick at my entrance and slowly works himself into me, pushing gently into my tight hole.

  Miles Croft is about to fuck me.

  I can’t believe this is happening.

  How is this happening? And yet here I am, slick with sweat, my pussy dripping for him, and now his rock hard cock is starting to enter me, starting to penetrate me and it feels more amazing than I could have even dreamed of.

  I cry out at the stretching of my walls, the thick intrusion of his enormous shaft. “God, I’m hardly in you and I’m going to come, you feel so fucking good,” he groans.

  He moves deeper into me, stretching me more as my juices coat his dick, making it easier, feeling better as he goes deeper and further into me. I can tell he’s not all the way in but, especially from this angle, it’s all I can take. I move my hand back to feel his hips to keep him from crashing into me and splitting me wide open. Just like this it feels unbelievably good, pumping into me.

  As he pushes deeper, his cock starts to hit something inside that radiates pleasure, pulsing through my core.

  I feel my entire body shaking and then I’m climaxing, my pussy gripping him as I spasm, crying out with shock at how intense the orgasm feels with him inside me.

  “I’m going to come,” he warns, and surprises me by pulling his dick out.

  I feel hot juices on my back, coming out in pumps as he moans. I push my ass toward him, catching all his come on my back, feeling his balls bounce against my ass.

  I rest my head on the window, trying to catch my breath. He traces his dick through his come on my back, then uses his hand to smear it all over me. I never would have imagined something so dirty would feel so good.

  He cups my breast and kneads it. Kissing my neck, he says, “You are unbelievably sexy.” I let my head fall to the side to take in more of his kisses. “And now you’re filthy,” he chuckles. “Come get in the shower. Let me clean you off.”

  I can’t believe this.

  My mind is still spinning from everything I’ve been through in the last twenty-four hours. My skin is tingling, my pussy is drenched, and I’ve been fucked like never before in my life.

  By a gorgeous billionaire who even now is leading me to the next sensual experience that I’m not sure I’m ready for.


  I smile a little to myself, and realize I could get used to this.

  Miles

  As I soap Jordyn down in the shower, I try to control myself.

  Talk about an act of will power: soaping down this curvy naked body while not getting a hard-on.

  It’s all but impossible.

  I’m sitting on the tiled bench as she stands before me. She giggles as I wash her arms, and her eyes go soft when I move across her full breasts.

  “I shouldn’t have been so rough with you for that first time,” I tell her.

  “I told you, I’m not a virgin,” Jordyn says. “It’s just been awhile since I did that, and anyway, I only did it a few times.”

  “You’re practically pure as snow,” I say, shaking my head as I look at her pristine body, wet and glistening in the shower and steam.

  “Don’t be silly, Mr. Croft. As you saw, I’m hardly pure.”

  She’s watching my cock grow harder, a devilish look in her eyes. And calling me Mr. Croft while standing naked and wet in front of me just adds to the cruelty.

  But I don’t want to hurt her. She could hardly take much of me as it is. Not that I’m against working up to that, but I don’t want to push her.

  “You should rest your pretty little self,” I say, running my soaped hand over her belly. She moves her hips forward, putting her crotch right in the palm of my hand. “Jordyn…”

  “You’re already ready to go again,” she says, looking down at my dick, lengthening by the second.

  “It’s you,” I say. “You do this to me.”

  “Last night was the first time I ever had a real orgasm,” she says to me in a breathy voice. “I’ve had…little twinges…and I guess I thought they were real, but now I know what a real one feels like.”

  Jesus, this girl is trying to kill me.

  I move my hand away from her. I nod toward the falling water behind her. “Rinse yourself off.”

  “You like telling me what to do, don’t you?”

  “Do it now,” I say.

  As she stands under the water, the soap slipping down her body, I take my full cock in my hand and start tugging. She watches me with full eyes, running her hands through her hair, then down over her slick breasts. My hand jerks faster, watching as she turns her back to me, her hands over her firm ass. She looks over her shoulder at me.

  “Get back here,” I tell her. “Sit down.”

  Jordyn sits on the bench next to me. I position her the way I want her—facing me, one leg propped up on the bench against the wall. I pull her as close to my body as possible, her sweet little pussy up against my thigh. I’m not going to fuck her again, not yet, but I am going to let her get me off.

  “You do it,” I say, aiming my cock toward her, giving it to her. “Use your hand to make me come again.” Her hand on my cock, pumping me, is so different, so much better than my own. “Hold me tighter,” I instruct. “Yeah, like that.”

  With her legs spread open before me there’s no way I can’t indulge—indulge me, indulge her. I let my fingers glide down to the top of her shaven pussy. I let my fingers slip to the outside of her walls.

  She jerks me faster, biting her lower lip as she does so.

  I touch her cunt so lightly, just enough to feel if she’s still wet. She’s soaked. I swirl my finger in the juices around her hole, still so tight but stretched from my cock.

  Remembering what it felt like inside that brand new, tight little pussy is making me want to explode.

  I slip my finger inside her; her breath catches as she sucks in a breath, her hand on me slowing.

  “Don’t stop,” I tell her.

  “I’m sorry,” she says, and refocused on jerking me off.

  I pump my finger inside her slowly, letting her cunt cover my finger in her juices, and then I add a second finger.

  Jordyn moans out again but keeps work on my dick, picking up speed. I do the same to her, pumping her faster as she jerks me, her hands so firm around me. When my fingers are buried deep inside her I hook my middle finger at the top.

  She stops, frozen so I wiggle my finger inside her a little more. With my other hand I take hers, still around me, and start her pulling and tugging again. Soon she’s back at it.

  It almost feels like we really are fucking again—the connection is that strong.

  Her face has that ravishing look of ecstasy, and that makes her so fucking hot, and her hand on me, getting me off while I get her off is going to be too much, and soon.

  She feels it too, as she squeezes a little harder and jerks a little faster, and I do the same to her, pumping my fingers in her pussy, slipping out to circle the wet, hard nub of her clit, and that’s when she’s done.

  Her eyes go wide, she sits up a little on her knee, crying out and biting her lip that much harder, but she’s too good to stop her work on me. Seeing her burst into orgasm sends me into my own, my dick spewing hot come onto her hand and arm and tits.

  I can’t believe how good the release feels as she tugs and milks the last dregs from my aching dick.

  One thing is for damn certain—anything I do with this girl sends me right over the edge.

  After we clean ourselves up a second time, Jordyn asks if we can go sit in the sauna because she’s never been in one.

  “It’s crazy ridiculous that you have your very own,” she says.

  “I can’t believe you’ve never even been in one,” I say, as we wrap towels around ourselves, grab bottles of water out of the mini fridge, and step inside.

  On the top bench, I lie on my back and rest my head on Jordyn’s lap. “I like this,” I say, tugging on the towel that’s covering her. She laughs as it falls open, exposing her perfect tits.

  “Stop,” she says.

  “Fine,” I say, settling back with a smile, feeling as relaxed and content as I have in…forever. Since I don’t know when.

  We lay quietly. My eyes drift closed as Jordyn runs her fingers through my wet hair, combing it back, giving me a head massage.

  “Our next event together will be fun for you,” I tell her.

  “Oh, yeah?”

  “Yankees game,” I say. “They’re in the playoffs, and we have a company suite. A few of the executives will be there, and they’ll bring their spouses and some clients. Very exciting if you’ve never been to a live playoff game before.”

  “I haven’t been to see them play since I moved here,” Jordyn says. “My brother used to love baseball. When we were kids our parents would bring us into the city for games. We got the cheap seats, but the hot dogs were the best in the world.”

  “He doesn’t like baseball anymore?” I ask. “Your brother.”

  She’s quiet for a moment. “He’s been away for a few months. He’s back now, but I haven’t seen him yet.”

  “Is he in the military or something? Or does he travel for work?”

  There’s a lengthy silence and finally I look up at her. She’s staring off in the corner. “Something’s wrong,” I say, watching her expression.

  “I’m fine,” she says, seeming to snap out of it. “And my brother is definitely not in the military. But I’m excited about the game. Did your dad take you when you were a kid?”

  I almost laugh. Right, sweet paternal Edward Croft taking his sons to the ballpark. And then a memory surfaces, one I suppose I had forgotten.

  “Once,” I say. “He took me and my brothers.”

  “You have brothers?” she asks, and I realize I’ve hardly told her a thing about my family, rather purposefully. The only thing she knows is that the old man is dead.

  “Two,” I say. “Older brother in Boston and a little brother out in Los Angeles.”

  “So only one game? What happened?”

  Before I even realize what I’m doing, I start telling her the one memory I have of my father taking us to a baseball game. “Dad liked us competing,” I say, “my brothers and I. Against each other. So before we went to the game he said that if one of us caught a fly ball he’d take tha
t son out on his boat for the day, which was actually a huge treat. We never got to spend time alone with our father so that was the equivalent of winning an academy award or something.”

  Jordyn sighs. “That’s horrible that you had to compete like that as kids.”

  I shrug, thinking back to the day. “You can go an entire game and easily never come close to catching a ball in the stands, but this time I suppose we got lucky. A foul ball is popped, and it’s heading straight for us. My brothers and I are watching it, our gloves ready, shouldering each other to get a good position. I somehow manage to get my glove out to make the catch, but one of my brothers jostles me and the ball deflects off the side of my glove. The ball hits the aisle behind us and starts bouncing down. My brothers and I are clamoring all over each other to get to the ball first. And I did. I got the baseball.”

  “Yay for you,” Jordyn says.

  “All I could picture was a day out on the water with my dad, teaching me more about sailing, going up to Gloucester for lunch. I was so excited. But then my father took the ball out of my glove and handed it to my little brother Rex. My father said that I should have made the initial catch instead of having to chase the ball down, and that made the whole competition invalid. So no big day out for me or anyone else.”

  “Whoa,” Jordyn says.

  “That,” I say, “is just my father. Or was.”

  “I’m so sorry,” she says.

  “Don’t be. He was an asshole.”

  “What about your mom?” Jordyn asks. “Where’s she in all this?”

  Shopping, I think. Traveling with her friends. Playing the part when she was in town. Now, even though she’s free of my father she’s chosen to stay in Monaco, thousands of miles away from me and my brothers.

  “Hey, you,” Jordyn says softly. “Where’d you go?”

  I push her hand off my head and sit up—a little too quickly, as my head spins.

  “It’s getting late,” I say. “I’ve wasted enough time this afternoon. I need to go to my office downstairs to work for the rest of the evening. You can order up dinner whenever you’re ready.”