Addiction

31 || Behave

The feeling of Miller's soft lips against mine is something I will never get used to. Because every damn time it feels unreal, that good it is.

We somehow manage to reach my bed where he places me down and he stands still unbuttoning his dress shirt slowly. Once he is done, he throws it somewhere behind him and he hovers over me.

"Hi!" I speak for the first time since he came to my room minutes earlier.

"Shut up." His romantic self never seizes to amaze me. He wastes no time pressing his lips to mine. I wrap my legs around his waist and he takes off my heels without breaking the kiss. How did he untie the straps without looking?

The whore is practised.

He grips my thighs and his lips leave my mouth travelling down my neck and then my collarbones. I attempt to move my hands but he pinches them down immediately on either side of me, face level.

He presses his body against mine and he takes full control of my mouth, not that I complain. He frees my hands and unzips my skirt yanking it down. His face is already between my legs and he starts leaving kisses in the inner side of my thighs. He is teasing me. My breathing becomes more unsteady and I suddenly feel like it's really hot in here.

He takes my corset off and I don't feel exposed because his stare is on my bare skin, I feel comfortable. He leans forward leaving soft kisses all over my chest. Soon enough, he captures my nipple in his mouth sucking it and making me leave a moan as I grab his ink covered bicep as a reflex.

Shit, that feels good.

After a while, he moves to the other one while his hands are gripping my ass. I close my eyes only to open them when I stop feeling him against my skin. His hands reach my black laced underwear and he looks up at me waiting to give him permission. I nod my head repeatedly and he smirks before pulling them down.

Now, that I am completely naked under his gaze I feel a little exposed even though there is no need to. Something he noticed, because he leans closer "You are perfect, angel." He whispers to my ear.

"I know." Is my answer and his eyes glisten with amusement.

Seeing Miller between my legs is probably the best view I have ever seen. He parts them even more and leans forward leaving the first kiss, and then the second, then the third, I lost count. My core aches at this point and I am embarrassingly wet.

"Very wet, baby." Chase looks up at me licking his bottom lip, smirking. I don't even care about the comment because I can't help it but get lost at the view in front of me. His hands grip my thighs, he looks flustered, his lips are parted and his hair is messy. Even the silver chain that's hanging from his neck and touches my lower belly adds something to this perfection.

And all of this, is between my legs. I am one lucky motherfucker.

"What are you staring at?" He asks amused, squeezing my thighs.

"This is the hottest view I have ever seen." I blurt without even thinking it before I rest my head back, closing my eyes.

"I have to thank you, then, yeah?" Is all he says before he presses a finger inside me. "Fuck-" I curse, grabbing the bed sheets desperately as he keeps doing his thing down there. He adds a second finger making me leave a moan, two moans, who really cares-