“Morning,” Miles replied in his deep, gentle voice. Brea soaked up the sound, letting it envelope her like soft, sumptuous silk.
“Did you sleep okay?” she inquired politely as she began preparing her equipment.
“Well, I was alone. So no.”
Brea paused, taking in a nervous breath, trying to hide her now blushing face. Was he flirting with her? Suggesting that he longed for her to be in his bed as much as she did? She told herself that she was being ridiculous and tried hard to plaster on a look of indifference as she turned around to face him.
“You think we’ll get this finished today?” he asked.
“I hope not.” Brea realized she said that all too quickly but couldn’t remove her gaze from him. HIs eyes made her feel as though she was falling. She waited for a crack in his smile to tell her that he felt the same way or any response for that matter. But he just kept staring straight back at her.
Brea dared to let her heart guide her, not giving her mind a second to tell her she was being crazy, that she was taking too great a risk. She approached Miles and placed her bare hands upon his chest, which glistened with the dark freshness of his almost complete tattoo. Miles reached around her waist for her ass and gripped it, pulling her tight to him. When their lips connected the kiss wasn’t soft, it was intense, almost carnal. Brea let his tongue hungrily press against hers as Miles leaned back on the chaise lounge, pulling her with him.
She was straddling him as they kissed passionately, there was nothing romantic about this kiss; it was a longing. She could feel the bulge of his excited penis throbbing tantalizingly close to her. As his hands eagerly covered every inch of her body during their kiss, she wanted to throw off her clothes and just ride him there and then. There was something about Miles. When she was around him the shy, uncertain girl of her past was gone. He made her feel liberated, made her feel like a woman.
They were still kissing as Miles started to unbutton the blouse she was wearing. Brea knew that she needed to stop things before they went too far. Anyone could walk in at any moment and if found in such a compromising position, she’d surely be fired. But instead of pulling away and ending their embrace Brea was fumbling with the zipper of Miles’ jeans, desperate to free his dick. When her hands finally clasped around it she uttered a blissful sigh. Miles was well endowed but not large enough to scare her. At school Brea had heard stories of guys being built like coke cans and she always feared how she’d react if she was presented with such an appendage.
But Miles was perfect. His dick was rock hard and pink in her hands. She stroked it, teasing the tip.
“Let me fuck you,” Miles growled deeply at her. “Let me fuck you so hard, you’ll come until you’re dizzy.”
That was all the invitation Brea needed. She wriggled free of her jeans and panties, letting them drop to the floor. Miles used his strong hands to guide her hips into place. She was still straddling him as he entered her. Brea gasped as she felt the full length of him glide up within her. He was big enough to make her breath catch in her throat.
“Fuck! you feel amazing.” he said approvingly. Slowly, Brea started to grind up and down his dick. With each rise of her hips she felt a storm brewing inside her. Her whole body felt chaotically excited, the way you do on a rollercoaster when you’re slowly ascending towards the one big drop.
Miles gripped her hips and pushed against her hard and fast. Brea tumbled over the top of her rollercoaster. She leaned her head back as she fell and delighted shudders resonated through her body.
“Yes,” Miles groaned as he fucked her. “Come for me. Fuck, yes,” his body tensed beneath Brea. For a brief second he looked pained and then his expression changed to one of deep enthralling ecstasy.
“Wow,” he breathed.
“Yeah,” Brea self consciously tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear as she climbed off both Miles and the chaise lounge. Now that their moment of passion had passed she felt nervous once more.
“That was,” Miles was fastening his trousers back up, smiling to himself. “That was amazing,” he finished.
“Yeah,” Brea was glancing nervously at her hands as if she no longer recognized them. Two weeks in to her new job and she was having sex with a client on her work chair. Who was she?
“Look,” Miles stood up and cupped her hand with his cheek. There was a tenderness in his voice which instantly soothed Brea.
“What we just did was…admittedly a little crazy. Amazing. But still a bit crazy.”
Brea nodded.
“How about you let me take you out to dinner tonight, maybe even take in a movie? So that next time we might wind up at my motel together instead of you risking losing your job? That sound like a deal?”
Brea tingled at the thought of having sex with Miles again. He was so powerful, so handsome and god knows she fantasized about being in his motel room, so this would be like a literal dream come true.
“Yeah,” she agreed with a smile. “Deal.”
Chapter 17
Miles could hardly take Brea out for dinner in Colridge considering that he was supposed to be keeping a low profile. But he was eager to spend time with her, to get to know her better and go on an actual date, so he invited her out to a movie. He figured it was the perfect setting considering the darkness of the theatre; No one would be able to see him and he wouldn’t risk his cover being blown.
“I love going to the movies,” she told him flirtatiously in the lobby as they bought snacks. Miles was struggling to focus on anything other than her slender legs, which were on full display thanks to the tight fitting pair of hot pants she was wearing. Miles was grateful for whoever had designed such a piece of clothing. He himself was wearing loose fitting dark denim jeans a tight fitting white t-shirt which showed off his impressively toned abs and arms. He particularly liked the contrast of his dark naval sleeve tattoo to a white t-shirt. He knew he’d worn the right outfit when he met Brea at the theatre and her eyes widened with approval and lust.
“Do you go to the movies very often?” Miles asked, trying not to think about the last time they were together. How she had straddled him right there in the tattoo parlor until he came. A strange expression flickered across Brea’s pretty features. It was a mixture of sadness and regret. But it was gone as quickly as it had appeared, replaced once again by her coy, flirty grin.
“Sometimes,” she placed a piece of popcorn between her pink glossed lips and Miles shuddered deliciously, thinking about where he hoped she’d be placing her full lips later on in the evening.
“What about you?” Brea tossed her hair over her shoulder as she asked the question. “You go to the movies much?”
The simple answer was no. Miles rarely went to the movies. He rarely read a book. The main passion in his life was music. He loved traveling around the country listening to local trash metal bands. But he wished he’d grown up going to the movies, whether it was on dates or with friends. He wished that his reading ability hadn’t been so swiftly squandered and that he could actually focus long enough to be able to read an entire book if he wanted to. The Reapers didn’t care about Miles reading ability, or lack there of, or his interest in movies. All they cared about was that he could handle himself in a fight and knew how to think quickly and on his feet when he got into a jam. But to Brea, Miles wanted to be more than that. He wanted to be interesting and suave. He wanted to be a man she could admire.
“I go now and then,” Miles replied vaguely.
“Sounds mysterious,” Brea mirrored his stride as they left the foyer and wandered around to their relevant screen.
As they sat down in the back row Miles was grateful to notice that there was no one else around. That was the beauty of a twenty five screen cinema – most showings on weeknights were always blissfully quiet. They settled down together and after some monotonous adverts and a few movie trailers the lights dimmed and the movie started.
Miles wanted to enjoy the movie. He’d chosen an action thriller which h
e’d hoped would be exciting enough to hold his attention. But it was no reflection on the movie that he struggled to follow what was happening. He couldn’t stop glancing at Brea’s bare legs which were so irresistibly close to his own. Looking up he traced the curve of her bosom beneath the flimsy t-shirt she was wearing. Clothes which he could remove in less than a minute. The thought of seeing her naked made his pulse race. And her scent. She smelt so sweetly of vanilla that each time he inhaled she flooded his senses. Groaning Miles tightened his hands against the arms of the theatre seat.
Brea must have noticed as she put down her tub of popcorn and turned towards him, her nose grazing his neck before she began to playfully pepper it with kisses. Miles groaned again, louder this time. As Brea kissed his neck her hands began to travel towards the zipper on his jeans. Miles leaned back, loving how sensual her kisses felt against his neck. He didn’t even care if she gave him a hickey it just felt so good.
She undid his zipper and reached in to his boxers. He was already hard when her hand found his dick.
“Good boy,” she purred into his ear approvingly. Miles grinned widely and tired not to cry out in delight. He’d sensed that there was something special about Brea. Most girls would insist on having an entire date before giving in to their desires but not Brea. She was brave enough to go after what she wanted, to give into the heat which crackled between them. And the heat was undeniable. Miles struggled to think about anything other than Brea since their first meeting in the tattoo parlor.
With her hand still on his dick Brea slid off her chair and dropped to her knees beside Miles. He held his breath in anticipation, watching her maneuver herself in the shadows so that her mouth was directly above his pink, throbbing cock. It felt full of a thousand nerve endings as he imagined how good it be to have her mouth wrapped around it. Brea glanced up at him, smiling sexily before lowering her head. She took his dick in to her mouth, getting her tongue press against it.
Miles squeezed the arm rests tight and leaned back, closing his eyes in delight. It felt amazing. Brea’s head bobbed as she suckled and teased his erection. It felt so good that Miles knew he wouldn’t be able to last very long. He tried to slow down his breathing to delay his climax, not wanting Brea to stop.
Tipping forward on her knees Brea pressed her mouth further down on his dick and Miles gasped in delighted awe. She was taking the full length of him, positioning herself that as she deep throated him she wouldn’t gag. Miles felt dizzy with the desire to cum. He’d never experienced anything like it in his life. All the women he’d been with none had ever been able to satisfy him like this. And Brea looked so sweet and innocent. That juxtaposed against her sexual appetite and ferocity was the hottest thing Miles had ever known. After almost a minute of being deep throated he came, shuddering in his seat as he released his load directly in to Brea’s mouth. He wondered if she’d gag or make some sound of revulsion. Instead she brushed off her knees, straightened her t-shirt and ran a hand over her mouth as she sat back down beside him and smiled innocently.
“Holy fuck,” Miles gaped at her in shock. “That was like…that was the hottest thing ever. Who are you? You’re like the girl of my dreams.”
Brea smiled contentedly before leaning against his broad shoulder and settling down to watch the rest of the movie.
Chapter 18
Every morning Brea woke up with a smile on her face. She hummed to herself as she showered and spoke to the birds which gathered in the window basket outside. She felt like she was in some Disney movie. Gone were the sad, cooped up days in her old home. She was finally free and able to be herself. And she’d met a man who made her heart race, who let her live out all her sexual fantasies without any judgment.
Tucking in to her bowl of cereal Brea looked up at the map of the United States which she’d hung above her sofa. It was something she’d picked up in town a few days ago, along with some bright pink pins. The entire map was dotted with pins as though the country had broken out with some strange neon chicken pox. But each pin meant something – it represented a place Brea wanted to visit. Now that she’d been brave enough to venture out to Colridge she didn’t just want to stop there. She wanted to see the huge glass buildings of New York City, run along the beaches in Miami and walk along the film stars’ names in Los Angeles. She wanted to see everything. She felt like the whole world had suddenly opened up to her and she wanted to enjoy every part of it.
Chapter 19
“So this is it,” Miles opened the door to his motel room, ashamed of how modest it was inside. Brea deserved to be staying at five star palaces, not some shabby place that cost twenty bucks a night. But she walked inside as if it were the Ritz, admiring the four small walls and complimenting Miles on how nice he’d kept it.
“I like it,” she concluded, hands on hips. Even in the small room she looked tiny, like an exquisite doll.
“I’m glad you like it,” Miles nodded at her. His heart was already racing, wondering how long it would be before he had her naked on the bed with her legs spread. He got a semi just thinking about it.
Brea swiftly gave him his answers. She sexily maneuvered herself towards him, unbuttoning the shirt she was wearing as she moved.
“What if I want to talk first?” Miles teased.
“Do you?” Brea cocked her head to one side, a smile pulling on her soft lips.
“No,” Miles growled the word as he pulled her to him and kissed her deeply. Her tongue slid against his and desire within him grew, not to mention his cock. As she shed her clothes she went on to hastily removed his jeans and t-shirt. It was the first time they had both been completely naked together. Now all of his scars were on display but Brea didn’t mention them. Instead she turned around and crawled up on to the bed, curving her back and raising her ass in the air. Miles inhaled and clenched his hands in to fists. She was so sexy he thought he might explode there and then.
Fully on the bed on all fours Brea glanced back at him, her hair tumbling in to her eyes.
“What are you waiting for?”
Miles quickly joined her on the bed, positioning himself behind her. He ran his hands over the perfect roundness of her ass. They were so soft and perky. She gasped when he touched her, already aroused. Slowly he reached for the warmth between her legs, pressing his thumb against her clit. Brea groaned and he could feel her slick wetness against him, making him even harder, which at this point, he didn’t think was possible but she did this to him.
“Fuck me,” Brea ordered breathlessly.
“Tell me how bad you want it,” Miles ordered as a finger teasingly slid up inside her. She was so wet and tight. Just perfect. He bit down on his lip to stop himself crying out at the thought of it.
“I NEED you inside me,” Brea panted. “I want you to fuck me hard, my bad boy.”
Miles withdrew his hand and frowned. For only a second it aggrieved him to be her bad boy. He wanted to be more. But then this was the part he’d been groomed to play. He was the bad boy with the tattoos and the cocky attitude. He rode in to town on a motorcycle with a cloud of dust and would soon disappear the same way. If Brea yearned for a bad boy then that was what she was going to get.
“Fuck me,” Brea pleaded.
Miles gripped her hips and guided himself up into her. He groaned as his dick became enveloped in her moist warmth. He began to push back and forth, his eyes roaming over her perfect curves. Twice he smacked her perfect ass, loving how when he did, she became even wetter and gasped with delight.
“That’s it,” Brea cried out. “Fuck me! Fuck me hard!”
Miles entered her completely, almost climaxing as he did. She felt so fucking tight. He fucked her hard, giving into his own desires. She groaned and cried out beneath him and after a few minutes, shuddered as she came. Miles tightened his grip on her and cried out in delight, the sound escaping from him as he leaned back and filled the condom he’d hastily put on.
Panting, they breathlessly collapsed side by side on the bed. Mil
es could hear the drum beat of his own heart. Usually this was the point he’d made his excuses and ask her to leave. But all he wanted to do was lie beside Brea until he fell asleep. So that’s exactly what he did.
Chapter 20
“So what’s this?” Miles gestured up towards the dotted map of America. Brea leaned contentedly against his chest. They were on the floor of her apartment, naked, except for the blanket which was now wrapped around them.
It was the first time Miles had seen Brea’s apartment. She’d had no reservations about inviting him over. Everything with Miles felt so natural, so safe. She loved how it felt to be in his arms, to feel as if nothing and no one could ever hurt her.
“It’s a map of America,” Brea teased.
“I can see that,” Miles gave her a playful nudge. “I’m wondering what all the little pins mean. Are they places you’ve been?”
“No,” Brea wilted slightly against him. “They are places that I want to go.”
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