My Murderous Finale - ✔️

Chapter 10

**** mature chapter***

The need to wash all of the sticky dried sweat off my body was all I could think of. I wandered into my room heading straight for the shower stripping along the way leaving a trail of clothes from my bed to the bathtub. Standing in the stream of semi-cool water, I couldn't stop smiling at my thoughts. I couldn't remember the last time I had done something strictly to feel good, for myself. I was utterly grateful to my little brother for this trip. I dried off and dug out a pair of shorts and a thin crop shirt and slid them on. opening the sliding door to the balcony, I went to enjoy the lingering buzz from the alcohol before the sun came up and I would inevitably think about my life back home. I'd left the sliding door open and the sheer white curtains were blowing in and out of the room.

It wasn't long until I heard the bedroom door open and then quietly shut again. I assumed it was Milo, I wanted it to be Milo. I was still drunk enough that all I wanted at that moment was to make bad decisions with him. The kind of decisions I'd made in the pool today. I tried my hardest to remain perfectly still as I heard him slowly approach. Then I felt his hands slide around my waist and his firm chest lean against my back.

"Couldn't sleep?" He whispered, leaning down to rest his chin in the crook of my neck. His scent was intoxicating and it sent a thrill through my entire body. I shook my head no. "It's well past midnight, happy birthday"

I twisted around him and scowled up at him. He chuckled and just squeezed me tighter.

"Why aren't you excited about your birthday?"

"I just don't want to think about how old I am"

"How old you are? 30 isn't old Elliott."

"It's a lot older than you," I whispered, twisting back around to face the city below. He smiled and leaned in to whisper in my ear again.

" I know that you're married and I still don't keep my hands off you. Do you genuinely think you being a couple of years older than me really matters to me?" He told me and with each word his lips grazed my ear. This was the second time he had acknowledged that fact. I'd be lying if I said it didn't send adrenaline coursing through me, but that fact wasn't something I wanted to think about at the moment.

Using his right hand, Milo gently grabbed my hair and draped it across my shoulder, giving him better access to my neck, before resting it on my hip again.

"Could you not sleep 'cause you were too busy thinking about all the, very fun, wrong decisions we made today?" He murmured against the tight skin of my neck.

I shook my head no again, knowing it was a lie. Milo knew too and chuckled.

" that's a shame. I haven't stopped thinking about you and what you do to me, once tonight."

The bold confession sent fire through my body, filling me with the same need I had earlier. I leaned my head back into his shoulder and used my hand to grab strands of his tousled black hair. He groaned and the vibration against my back caused me to push my butt back against him, I had to feel him again. I felt how his body responded to my touch, against my backside and I bit my bottom lip to silence the moan threatening to escape. I started rolling my hips to rub myself against his length.

" I've been dying to touch you all day. Do you know how sexy you are?"  His voice was strained and full of lust. I squirmed in his firm grasp. His right hand let go of my hip and slid over my stomach rubbing tiny circles over my thin shirt.

" You are touching me now" I taunted knowing what he really meant but afraid to admit that I wanted it so much.

"There are so many ways I want to touch you, let me show you one" his fingers trailed lower and toyed with the waistband of my shorts

I nodded, needing him to go further but unable to form the words necessary.

" Tell me that you want it, Elliott" he commanded, his lips on my collarbone, kissing lightly then licking it.

" Touch me " I begged shamelessly

" Good girl" he whispered as his hand came up to slide around my upper neck and jaw, securing my head against his shoulder with slight pressure.

He pushed his hand under the waistband of my satin shorts painstakingly slow. When he realized I had no panties on he moaned and his grasp on my neck tightened slightly. "Naughty" he whispered. Then, finally, his fingers slid over my wet lips and I sighed, relaxing against him and opening my legs further.

"Fuck, you're so wet, Elliott" he murmured as he slid a finger inside me and pushed it impossibly deep. He slowly pulled out and rolled his finger, slick with my wetness, over my clit, circling it before sliding back inside me. He kept this same pattern, building my need to cum. I rolled my hips needing more. Wanting all of him. When he added a second finger I grabbed the railing of the balcony with both hands to keep my balance.

"Milo" I breathed knowing I was close to tipping over the edge of euphoria.

"That's it, ride my fingers. you had such a tight grip on my cock today, imagine you're riding it" he demanded.

I lost all inhibition and did as he said, riding his fingers and imagining it was the silky skin of his thick shaft. My moans grew louder as my climax coiled in my belly and his hand slid from my neck, up to cover my mouth. My breathing came in quick bursts, my chest rising and falling quickly.

"Scream my name when you cum, Elliott." He growled in my ear and the way he said my name sent my orgasm barreling through me. My body going rigid as I exploded, Milo's name a muffled scream on my lips so that only he could hear. My walls contracted around his fingers rhythmically. His euphoria-inducing assault on my vagina slowed but didn't stop until my body relaxed. He slowly pulled his fingers out of me and out of my shorts, releasing his grip on my mouth at the same time. I watched as he raised both of the fingers he had in me, to his lips. They Glistened in the moonlight with my cum coating each digit. He held eye contact with me as he pushed them into his mouth, sucking me off of them.

" I just knew you'd taste amazing," he claimed with a smile. "Now you should have no problem sleeping" he released his grip and kissed the top of my head. Then he was gone.

I stood there frozen in place for a while, feeling completely relaxed and my knees weak. I finally climbed into bed and felt an enjoyable ache between my thighs.

What was I doing?  I shouldn't have enjoyed that as much as I did. I shouldn't want him to come back and start all over again, this time using his cock. I shouldn't want anything from Milo at all. But I did. I bit my lip and closed my eyes thinking back to how hard he felt through his thin sleep pants. I fell asleep shortly after, the alcohol and post orgasm bliss lulling me to sleep.