I knew I wasn’t exactly great at this. I hadn’t had much practice. So I was glad when his hand started guiding me. I was glad that he took what he needed from me. I wanted to give him everything.
I was surprised when he pulled back. And even more surprised as he started to stroke himself as he stared down at me. His first shot of cum hit my chest. I thought he might close his eyes, but he didn’t. He was staring at me with so much heat in his gaze. The second shot hit my stomach. And the third landed right between my breasts. I was drenched in him. Like he’d just claimed me. I’d never experienced anything sexier in my whole life.
His chest was rising and falling fast. And then he closed his eyes and tilted his head to the ceiling.
I slowly stood up. “What’s wrong?”
He groaned. “Nothing. I’m trying to tell my dick to calm down so I don’t fuck you right now.”
I laughed. “That wasn’t enough for him? I’m covered in your skeet.”
He looked back down at me and the corner of his mouth ticked up. “You like being covered in my cum?”
I ran my finger through the skeet on my chest. “It’s a little sticky.”
He grabbed a bar of soap and lightly pushed me so that I was back under the shower’s stream. “I can help with that.” But his soapy hands only seemed interested in cleaning my breasts.
I laughed. “You’re doing a terrible job.”
“Where else do you need to be cleaned?”
I ran his hand down my chest and stomach, stopping right where I was craving him most. “I’m very dirty right here.”
“Is that so?” He lightly pushed me backward until my back hit the cold tile. “I dreamt about this too,” he whispered in my ear. “Watching my skeet drip down your tits. You begging me for more.”
My fingers tangled into his hair. “I do want more.”
His thumb gently swirled around my clit. “I’ll give you more tomorrow.” He stepped back under the water and started soaping up.
“What?”
He ran his soapy hand over his length as he stared at me. “I have to work in the morning. I’ll swing by the store tomorrow before I come home.”
Oh.Oh.There was a lot I loved about what he’d just said. The store meant condoms. And he referred to this place we were sharing as home.
He slowly rinsed the shampoo out of his hair. “I’m going to go whip us up some hot chocolate. Just come out whenever you’re properly warmed up.”
“Okay,” I said, even though I was already too warm if anything.
He smiled. “Okay then.”
I stared at his ass as he left the shower. I swear, every inch of him was pure muscley perfection. I bit my lip as he wrapped a towel around his waist. Seriously, he had no business looking that good in just a towel. I desperately wanted him right now. But I’d waited this long, I could wait one more day. It would be a first for us.
A first.
My stomach twisted into knots.
“I’ll be all your firsts, Brooklyn.”I could hear Matt’s voice in my head.
Get out of my head.I stepped back under the water. Matt had no business being in my head anymore. Our promises to each other meant nothing. Yes, I’d already shared this first with the wrong boy.
Matt was my first. But he wasn’t my last. Miller would be my last everything. And I’d make sure tomorrow night was perfect.
Runaway - Chapter 33
Saturday
“I’ll be back soon,” Miller whispered and kissed my forehead.
