Millie's Second Chance (20 page)

“Are you okay? Are we moving too fast?” Hank asked while his fingers gently played against her skin. Her core tightened and her vaginal muscles clamped in response. She knew that she had it bad.

“I’m beyond thinking straight right now, Hank. I feel like there’s so much to talk about and confirm, yet the need for you to be inside me is much greater right now. It’s wild, isn’t it?” she asked him.

He smiled at her. She absorbed his blond hair and watched the sparkle in his bright blue eyes.

“You make us wild, woman. You got under our skin in a flash and there ain’t no other woman who ever came close to doing that. I want you so badly it hurts inside, Millie.”

His words burned through to her soul.

“Then take me,” she whispered and her voice cracked. She thought he would lean over and kiss her or slowly make his way between her legs, but she was wrong. These men were experienced lovers and they were lethal.

“Spread your legs for me, angel,” he whispered as he held her gaze, and she practically came from the intensity but immediately did as she was told.

She opened her thighs wide as Hank trailed fingers from breast to mound.

Looking down as his fingers parted her folds and spread her pussy lips turned her on and made her feel hot. Her clit tingled and her nipples hardened. How could she be so aroused and ready to have sex again so quickly?

She lifted her hips, hoping he wouldn’t tease her and would press a finger to her pussy.

“Please, Hank,” she begged then heard a groan from across the room. There was Dalton with his pants unbuttoned and his cock in his hand.

Hank’s words came crashing back into her mind.
“You make us wild, woman.”

Could it be true? Could she really have such a strong effect over five perfect men? The thought gave her confidence and built up her self-esteem in a flash. She looked at Dalton. He appeared aroused, and boy, did he look edible. She wanted to taste him, to touch him and hold him, too.

“Dalton,” she moaned just as Hank pressed a finger up into her pussy.

She felt his forearm across her thigh and the muscles hard against the soft swell of her belly. She moaned and lifted her hips. His digit was thick and hard and teased her pussy. She needed him inside of her, but she was so overstimulated if he continued to stroke her she would scream her orgasm any moment.

Hank swooped down to kiss her lips quickly as he thrust his finger in and out. She grabbed hold of his shoulders, tilting her head back while moaning from the effects.

“Sweet Jesus, you’re so responsive.” Hank pinched her clit as he sat up and moved between her legs. “I can’t play around, baby. I’m so hard I’m about to burst. I want to be inside you when I do,” he told her.

“Oh, please, Hank. I need you, too.”

Hank caressed along her inner thighs until the tips of his thumbs rubbed gently against her pussy. She tilted her hips and he lifted her thighs, getting into a better position to penetrate her.

“So amazing. Get ready, baby. I’ve got a lot to give you.” And he pushed forward.

He was thick and hard, but her pussy was so extra wet from Dalton watching them. She had never thought that knowing someone watched her having sex would turn her on like this. She was wet beyond anything she had ever felt. The sloshing sound filled the air, and she was almost embarrassed.

“Oh fuck, Millie, you’re so wet. Our little sweet angel likes being watched, huh? You like knowing that my brother is jerking off as I’m fucking this sweet, wet pussy?”

“Oh!” Millie screamed from Hank’s words.

He was covering her now, her hips spread against him wide while he thrust in and out. He kept rocking his hips fast and then he would slow down, nearly torturing her. He placed his hands against her cheeks, holding her head in place. Hank’s expression was wild, his breathing rapid, his eyes glazed over in arousal.

“Woman, what you do to me.” Hank covered her mouth with his. He kissed her wildly, plunging his tongue into her mouth as he thrust his cock deep into her, making her moan against his mouth. Her vaginal muscles clamped down tighter. It was outrageous and crazy. She kissed him back, giving as good as she was getting. All her lust and sexual desire for this man came pouring out of her. She ran her hands along his skin. She rubbed her fingernails across any bit of flesh she could touch and hold on to as he thrust faster while he lay his face against her neck and shoulder.

She was so aroused and ready to ignite, and then he yelled her name as he came hard inside of her. He thrust his hips twice before falling against her.

She was deaf from the sensations of her orgasm. Her breathing echoed in her ears. It was odd and crazy. As she controlled her breathing she felt Hank kissing her collarbone, her neck, her lips, and then her breasts. He was scattering kisses everywhere.

“So beautiful. So soft and perfect,” he told her and then slowly parted from her body. She grabbed at him, wanting him to remain inside of her, never wanting these sensations and this strong connection to break. She felt so safe and perfect when one of her men were inside of her.

My men? Oh my heavens, I’m losing it.

* * * *

Hank stood up and Millie began to close her legs when she felt strong, rough hands against her thighs.

She opened her eyes and locked gazes with Dalton.

Oh my good heavens, does he look determined and needy?

He was still wearing his black shirt but no pants. Why was he wearing his shirt?

She swallowed hard as she absorbed the sensation of warm, large hands against her thighs. His green eyes sparkled, his pupils nearly dilated. They were mesmerizing and so was he. She couldn’t help but shiver with anticipation.

Dalton was complicated, mysterious, and suspenseful. These words were what came to mind instantly. Did he really want her or was he just along for the ride with his brothers? Her heart ached a moment at the thought, but then she focused on his face, his scar, and his aura surrounding her.

“Dalton.”

“Shh.” He spoke so deeply and with such power she stared at him.

Then she wondered if he needed her to make the first move. She reached up to remove his shirt or at least press her fingertips against his skin. She knew he would be taut and muscular beneath the clothing.

He shook his head and she didn’t understand what was giving him such a difficult time.

“Dalton?” she whispered again then reached for him. This time he grabbed her wrists, placed them above her head, and leaned forward. The move caused her breasts to push up and toward his face as he descended upon her and his eyes sparkled. He seemed to be going through some inner struggle. Either that or he didn’t like being touched. What the heck?

Before she could question him he leaned down and ran his tongue across one nipple.
Fuck does that feel good.

Millie was on fire again. She didn’t care what he did just as long as he touched her. He lapped at one nipple then nibbled on the tender flesh, causing her to feel the tightness from her breast to her pussy. She tilted her hips up against him, but his thick frame didn’t allow for much room.

She gave in to his demands for control. It seemed to be the way he wanted it and she wasn’t complaining. Dalton hadn’t hurt her or appeared as if he ever would. Instead, she relished in the foreplay he was initiating.

He feasted on her for several long minutes before he moved to the other breast. It was getting to the point where she wanted to grab his face and make him lick, suck, and nibble where she needed it most. But Dalton wouldn’t budge. He was taking his time. Every so often she would try to move her arms from his hold to touch him, but he would squeeze a little tighter. She couldn’t touch him and for some wild reason it turned her on but also made her feel frustrated.

She could feel his thick cock against her mound as he rubbed back and forth ever so softly. Between that and the brush of cloth from his shirt against her mound, she was turning nearly insane with need.

“Dalton, I want to touch you,” she began to say, but he cut her off by kissing her hard on the mouth. She could feel the tip of his cock at her entrance as she lifted her legs, placing her feet on the comforter for leverage. She would make him push inside of her. She needed it and she needed it badly.

She thrust her pelvis up, but he wasn’t ready. Dalton made love to her mouth, exploring every bit of it as he held her hands above her head. Her body began to quake and tighten with need as she whimpered into his mouth. He released her lips then licked along her collarbone to her neck. He nibbled, causing tiny goose bumps to travel along her skin.

“Please, Dalton, I need.”

“I’m going to give it to you, Millie. Please be patient with me.” She was suddenly shocked at his plea.
I was right. He is struggling. Is it another woman? The bitch! Did she hurt him? I’ll wring her neck.

“Keep your hands above your head.” He pressed them down in a show of added seriousness to his command. It wasn’t a request.

She watched him as he absorbed her body. She focused on the scar by his neck and shoulder that disappeared beneath his T-shirt. She wanted to kiss it, to kiss him, touch him, and hold him tight.

“Dalton.”

“Shh.”

He played with her breasts, pulling and squeezing them before leaning down to kiss each nipple.

She moved her hands and he sat up, staring at her in warning.

She absorbed his expression and the fact that his shirt was still on. It didn’t sit right with her, but she obeyed his pleas. Perhaps now wasn’t the time to analyze him.

When he reached down to play with her clit, she closed her eyes and lifted her pelvis. Her hands remained above her head as she gripped some material between her fingers, holding on so she wouldn’t mess up and touch him. This position of compliance and submission aroused her fully.
God, I want him so badly it hurts.

When he lined his cock up with her entrance and lightly moved the tip back and forth across her sensitive flesh, she felt her pussy tighten then leak again.

“Oh please, Dalton. I need you inside of me.”

He took her plea seriously and slowly, torturously pushed into her.

She tried to thrust up into him so his thick, hard cock would penetrate her faster, but he reached up to hold her upper arms then pushed in.

She gasped at the fullness and opened her eyes to look down. Dalton wasn’t fully inside of her.

“Oh, God,” she panted and he eased into her.

“Easy, baby. Don’t tighten up. You can take all of me.”

And she did want all of him. She wanted every part of him.

He released her arms, grabbed her thighs, and shoved fully into her, making Millie scream. Over and over again he would pull out then thrust back in. She kept her arms above her head and that added to her desires. She was wet again, very wet as the sloshing sound seemed to echo in the room. She was in tune to every sensation. With every thrust, she watched her breasts bounce. She felt her nipples tighten and her belly muscles squeezed tight. Dalton grunted with every in-and-out movement of penetration.

“So tight and so fucking sweet,” he yelled as his thrusts intensified and Millie fought to touch him.

“Oh God, Dalton!” She screamed her release and then exploded with Dalton still pumping into her. Her breath caught in her throat and then Dalton roared her name as he came.

He pulled her into his arms and rolled to his back with his cock still deep inside of her. He hugged her tight. She could hardly breathe but snuggled against him.

“Incredible,” he whispered and she closed her eyes and absorbed the feeling of safety and contentedness of being in his arms.

Dalton sat up, causing Millie to straddle his waist and hold his shoulders. She snuggled against him and he tightened his hold. She scattered kisses along his jaw and then to his neck. As she made contact with the scar while pressing her hands against his chest he grabbed her hips and pushed her away.

She was shocked.

“Don’t.”

“Don’t what?” she asked as she held his gaze.

She swallowed a bit of fear. She knew that Dalton wouldn’t hurt her, but she also sensed his strength and was aware of his training as ex-military.

He wouldn’t answer her as he turned away.

Millie began to ease off of him and he gripped her hard and held her ass in place on his lap by gripping her hip bones.

“Don’t push, Millie.”

“Really? Don’t push, huh? Just like how you didn’t push me at the dojo for answers as to why I quit training, or just like you didn’t push me to try harder when we were sparring. Sure, Dalton, no problem.”

She tried to get up but he squeezed her hips.

“You never did tell us why you quit before earning your black belt.”

“My boyfriend at the time made me quit,” she blurted out before thinking her statement through.

“What?” he responded with an expression that showed his disappointment in her. She didn’t need him feeling that way about her, too. It was bad enough that she allowed asshole Stewart to take from her what she loved most.