Always You || Simon Minter (miniminter)

Chapter 41

It wont let me put gifs anymore im sorry :(

I wave JJ off with a smile. "See you guys later."

He pats my shoulder, already halfway down the hall toward their flat. "Night, Mills."

Simon doesn't follow him.

I feel him behind me the whole way, close enough that the air feels different, charged.

When I unlock my door and step inside, he steps in right after me and shuts it with a soft click that somehow sounds final.

The second the lock catches, the hallway light cuts off and we're in darkness. My pulse is already sprinting.

Simon doesn't speak at first. He just looks at me, eyes almost black in the dim, and the silence stretches until I can hear my own heartbeat.

"Come here," he says, low and rough.

I obey before my brain catches up, crossing the few steps until I'm close enough to feel the heat rolling off him. His hand comes up, fingers curling around the back of my neck, and then he's kissing me, hard, hungry, backing me up until the door meets my spine with a thud that knocks the air from my lungs.

One hand slides to my throat, not squeezing, just resting there, claiming. The other palms my arse and drags me flush against him. I feel exactly how hard he is and a helpless sound slips out of me.

He smiles against my mouth, dark and pleased. "Already soaked for me, aren't you?"

His palm slips under my top, down my stomach, into my jeans. When his fingers brush over my knickers he groans quietly, feeling the damp fabric.

"Fuck, Millie."

He wedges his thigh between mine, spreading me open, grinding forward so I feel every inch of what I do to him. My hips roll on instinct and he laughs, low and filthy.

I reach for his mouth again and he pins both my wrists above my head with one hand like it's nothing.

"Who's in charge?" he murmurs against my jaw.

My voice comes out shaky. "You are."

His eyes flare. "Good girl."

He keeps my wrists trapped and uses his free hand to tug my top and bra down on one side, exposing me. His mouth follows, hot and wet on my neck, my collarbone, then lower, closing over my nipple. I arch into him, biting my lip to keep from moaning too loud.

He pulls back just enough to watch my face while his hand slides into my knickers. One slow circle over my clit and my knees nearly give out.

"Please—" I start.

He sinks two fingers inside me without warning. My head thumps back against the door.

"Don't come until I say," he warns, voice like gravel, pumping slow and deep, curling just right.

I'm already trembling, embarrassingly close. He knows. He always knows.

He leans in, teeth grazing my earlobe. "Hold it."

I whimper. He crooks his fingers harder, thumb pressing my clit, and I almost break.
Right as I'm about to fall apart he stops, pulling his hand away. I sag against the door, whining in frustration.

Simon scoops me up, my legs wrapping around his waist on pure reflex. "Bedroom. Now."

He carries me like I weigh nothing, throws me onto the mattress. Jeans and knickers gone in seconds. He shoves his own trousers down and I get one dizzy look at him, hard and flushed and perfect, before he's on me again.

He drags himself through my wetness once, twice, teasing, then pushes in with one deep thrust that makes me cry out.

The pace he sets is relentless, hips snapping, hand fisted in my hair, mouth on mine like he's starving. I claw at his back, lost in it, in him.

He flips me suddenly, face down, arse up, and slides back in from behind. The angle is devastating. I bury my face in the pillow to muffle the sounds I can't hold back anymore.

I feel him getting close, thrusts turning harder, slower, deeper.

"Come," he growls against my shoulder.

I shatter instantly, clenching around him so hard my vision whites out. He follows right after, groaning my name like it hurts, hips jerking as he spills inside me.

We collapse in a sweaty, breathless heap. He pulls me on top of his chest immediately, arms locked tight around me, lips brushing my temple.

"I love you so fucking much, Millie. I'm sorry for my mood earlier, I hope I've made up for it." he whispers into my hair, voice soft now, wrecked and tender.

I manage a sleepy smile against his skin before the world goes quiet and I'm out.

Best 'I'm sorry' ever.

thank you my lovlies i hope you are all well!