Colonel Hot Stuff

The Steam Room

With Trudy out of the room Miles had Y/n's attention all to himself, and that's just how he liked it.

Miles pulled Y/n closer, his arms wrapping tighter by the second, one hand moving slowly up and down her back while the other ran along her hip and thigh. Fire began to spread from each place he would touch, sending tingles down her spine and turning her stomach into a warm pit of knots. Her hands made their way back to his face, leaving a slow soft trail of heat in their wake along his arms and chest. Feeling every muscle on his hardened arms to the chiseled torso that lay under his, now stained, wife beater adorning his person. Her hands resting on his shoulders while she stood up, moving out of his lap long enough to straddle his legs, slinging hers over the arms of the chair.

Miles hands were now on Y/n's ass to hold her in place, pulling her closer, further spreading her legs. Y/ns hands now back on his neck pulling him in for another kiss, one hand moved to the back of his skull. Slightly grazing the scar stretching across the side of his head causing a chill to run through Miles' body. Y/n smirked against his lips, letting out a soft moan as Miles bit her lip. He now had his hands grasping at Y/ns ass, squeezing harder every so often, gaining more whimpers and moans from her soft lips. Y/ns face was now to the side of Miles' head, her lips close to touching his ear, only tickling it with her breathy sighs and her gasps.

Y/ns head leaned to the side, giving Miles the space to put his lips to her neck. Every kiss getting closer to her sweet spot, each one more wet than the last. Finally he reaches the soft flesh beneath her ear, softly nibbling at her skin earning a small giggle interrupted by a moan as he begins to suck harder. Soft kisses ran over the marks now littering her neck, falling just over her collarbones. Miles pulled the collar of her sweater away slowly with his fingers, putting the rest of his hand over Y/ns boob, squeezing gently while his lips followed slowly. He pulled his hand away from her collar resting them both on her plump rear. His thumbs hooking into her hips pulling her down onto the growing bulge in his pants, small gasps of air escaping at each contact. Y/n rocked her hips in time with Miles, her lips now resting on his ear, letting out sharp breaths and soft whines.

Y/ns hands found their way to the bottom of his shirt, slowly pulling it from beneath his pants and belt, now feeling the soft hot flesh of his stomach under her fingertips.

Y/n quickly stops, moving her hands away from Miles body, standing up and moving closer to the desk. Her hand covered her mouth as she looked at him in disbelief. A small sigh of disappointment escaped Miles lips, mouth setting in a weak smile. "Sorry, that was too fast huh? Guess I got a little excited there." Miles said with a small chuckle.

"No, no it's my fault, I'm the one that didnt stop it." the next part fell out as a whisper, "Not that I wanted too" hoping that he wouldnt hear. But Miles had exceptional hearing and smirked at her with a wink. Y/n let out a small giggle, feeling the blush creeping up her neck and onto her cheeks. Leaning down she peeked his cheek before whispering a small I better go now, thank you. Her eyes glanced down to the white shirt covering his chest, disheveled and makeup stained, "sorry about that" Y/n said as she pointed to his shirt. Miles looked down and laughed, he raised his chocolate brown eyes up to meet her y/c ones before waving his hand "It's all good princess. It can be washed"

Y/n chuckled as she walked to the door, looking back at Miles as she left the room, he was still in the chair. His head had fallen back, eyes closed and a smile still playing on his lips. A sigh escaped her lips as she closed the door and walked away, mind still in a haze as she made her way back to Trudys room, where she would continue to hide until dinner.

~~I know another short one, I'm sorry, but I'll make it up to you soon~~