BARCODE
My phone's been blowing up all night.
My parents have been threatening to disown me if I don't come back home immediately. Apo is worried that I have fallen with the wrong crowd and wants me to go to him instead if I need a break. Jeff is concerned that I might be hurting and suffering somewhere and should not hide. My best friend, Song, is concerned but understands that I need a break. The other guys are just checking in on me.
The world around me is going up in flames and perhaps I should be worried by the fact that I am not.
Maybe my parents are right and I have changed, trying too hard to prove that I am all grown up. Well, I'm going against my own convictions by running and hiding but I will deal with the consequence of that later.
I'm midway through reading another one of my mother's angry texts when Mile walks out of his bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist with hair dripping with water. I drop the phone on the bed and sit up, my eyes trailing the water droplets down his chest and to the V-line.
Before I know what I am doing, I find myself climbing out of bed and following him into his walk-in closet. The warm tones of this room exude class and wealth but I don't bother looking around. I'm operating on a one-track mind and right now I just want to...
"Don't even think about it," Mile says when he notices me approaching him.
"I didn't even do anything," I whine soulfully. Mile has been cockblocking me all night and morning. He hasn't touched me since I arrived at his place last night and all he's done is leave me needy. "Phiiiii."
"I have a very important meeting with some government officials, kitten. We can't play now."
I ignore the warning look in his eyes and approach him anyway, grabbing the edge of the towel and tugging gently. Despite his narrowed eyes, I can tell that he wants me just as much with the way his bulge grows behind the towel. He doesn't do anything to stop when I tug the towel harder and it drops to the floor, leaving him completely in the nude.
"You're going to be gone all day," I whisper, trailing a hand down his firm chest. "I need...you. I need it just for a little while."
"Fuck!" he curses a second before he wraps his hand around my nape and slams his mouth down on mine in a hot kiss that sends my toes curling in pleasure. I moan and wrap my arms around his shoulder as he backs me up to the dresser seated in the center of the room. "I don't have time to take this slow, Kitten."
"I don't need slow," I gasp into the kiss, heat climbing up my body when he breaks the kiss and spins me around. My palms slap the surface of the dresser to hold myself up, my body trembling with my need for him when he steps behind me.
Unlike the first or second time we were together, which were both slow and magical lovemaking... this time it's different.
It's explosive.
The way in which he wraps his massive hands in my hair and bends me over the dresser to make love to me in the most feral of ways is enough to send pleasure shooting from the roots of my hair to the tips of my toes.
I can't tell if this is better than the first two times.
All I know is that I don't want this moment to end. He just seems to know my body in ways I don't even understand. His hold on my hair as he drives his thickness in and out of me is rough but not cruel. The kisses on my shoulder only bring me pleasure and when I climax, it happens so fast and so soon. I am still trembling when he comes as well and despite all his complaint of being in a hurry, he takes his time to clean our cum with the towel he dropped earlier.
My head drops to his shoulder when he wraps his arms around me, his lips brushing my forehead as my body slowly drops the high.
"Was that what you wanted?"
"Yeah," I say, nuzzling his neck and he doesn't try to break the hug. It's not until the ring of his phone sounds from somewhere in the bedroom that he finally pulls away but doesn't immediately leave to seek it out.
"Are you okay?" he asks, pulling back to look at my face. "You can tell me if you need anything okay?"
"I'm fine," I assure him. No, I'm not just fine. I'm perfect. He must see it on my face because he leans down and pecks my lips before leaving to answer his phone. I am a little sore but nothing dramatic. I use that excuse to take a bath instead of a shower and when I emerge from the bathroom in a robe, Mile is fully dressed and ready to leave.
"What are your plans for the day?" Mile asks as he pockets his phone.
"I don't want to go anywhere," I say, hugging the robe close. "I can stay here, right?"
"Of course. You can talk to Fern or Chirawan if you need anything."
"Wait, are not scared that someone will find out that I am here?"
Mile chuckles deeply. "I am a grown man, kitten. I can handle myself."
Confidence rolls off him in waves and I question what it's like to have nothing scare or worry you. With nothing to say, I respond with a nod, my heart fluttering in my chest when he leans down and brushes his lips softly over mine before leaving.
Miles's home is practically a fortress and I guess that's a given when someone is as wealthy as he is. A part of me wants to explore this mansion and visit every nook and cranny but the thought of leaving this room doesn't sound as appealing.
Our time together is running out and I want to revel in as much of him as I can before that happens so I climb back into bed and bury my nose in his pillow, his strong masculine scent lulling me slowly to sleep.
His name is the last thought in my head as I fall into a deep sleep.
