Page 11 of My Summer Fling

Drinking in the way his abs flex and move as he wanders around the kitchen, I’m suddenly very, very thirsty. And not for water.

“Noah.” My voice is raw as I say his name. I sound desperate, but I don’t really care too much in this moment.

“Yeah?” He pours a glass of water and meets me halfway, handing it over to me. “Can I get you anything else? Are you feeling sick?”

Lightning flashes again, and it lights up his face. He’s looking at me earnestly, like there’s nothing he would rather do in this moment other than take care of me. After his apology earlier, I’m feeling a little weak in the resolve department.

He reaches out, running his hand through my hair and stepping in close. I take a drink of water and then set it down on the counter next to me. The rain slashes against the windows and thunder rumbles through the house. Every time lightning strikes it lights up his form, and I’m struck with arousal that does not want to take a back seat.

“You apologized.”

His eyebrows pull together. “I did.”

“Thank you for that.”

“You’re welcome, Millie. I shouldn’t have…” he struggles to get the words out and instead just pulls me into a hug, holding me against his chest as he kisses the top of my head and breathes me in. “I’m so sorry, sweet girl. I was a dick. I treated you worse than I’ve ever treated anyone. And I never want to do that again. I know I hurt you, but I want to make up for it. I want us to be friends again.”

“Was that part of your plan in coming here for the summer?” I ask him. “To get back in my good graces?”

He laughs. “I planned to beg for your forgiveness all summer. I was going to kiss ass as much as I could.” He scoffs. “I guess I didn’t even get that right. I showed up and immediately pissed you off.”

I fake confidence, letting my hands wander from his back to his hips and then between us to his abs as I gently pull back enough to look at him. I dip my fingers into the waistband of his boxers and pull his hips flush against my own. He’s still half hard, his cock throbbing against me.

“There’s a way to grovel that’s much more fun, you know.” My voice betrays my nerves and wobbles a bit as I try to sound sexy. I thank the gods for the cover of darkness. Without it, I don’t think I would’ve had the courage to get those words out.

His grip on my hair tightens, pulling my head back and exposing my neck.

“Is there?” he asks, his eyes boring into mine. One of his hands moves to my throat while his thumb runs along my jaw. “What would that be?”

“Maybe instead of talking, you could use your mouth for something a bit more…fun?”

He smirks, that infuriating dimple popping out as he leans in. His breath brushes across my face, his lips touching my cheek.“Like this?” he asks, his voice low. “Or this?” His mouth moves just below my ear, kissing my pulse point slowly. “Or this?” He moves again, taking the soft flesh of my throat between his teeth. I gasp at the little shock of pain, and he licks the same spot his teeth were just grazing.

My back arches and my fingers dig into his hips, pulling him closer as I hope to get some friction where I need it. My clit is throbbing, and I need his hands and his mouth to move faster. I want him touching all the places I need him the most. But he’s taking his sweet time, letting me feel how agonizingly slowly he’s moving.

My arms go up around his neck, and he finally takes the hint, dropping his hands to my ass and picking me up. My legs go around his waist, and my face hovers above his. There’s no sound between us other than our breathing and the rain falling against the windows. We take a moment, looking in each other's eyes, letting the tension build until it becomes a tangible thing.

“Millie,” he murmurs, his lips just barely brushing mine. “You’re my best friend’s little sister. I don’t know if we should do this …”

“Just for the summer,” I tell him, practically panting. I need him so badly. I just want him to shut up and do what I want, my brother be damned. “No emotions. No feelings. Just sex.”

I lean forward and kiss him, taking the lead and running the tip of my tongue of the seam of his lips. It’s like that’s all he needed. His mouth parts and he groans as he takes control, picking me up with his strong, muscular arms. Walking us back to the bedroom, he sets me down as he pulls on my oversized tee. It comes up and over my head, leaving me completely naked for him.

I turn and crawl on my hands and knees, giving him a good view of my ass before I flop down in the middle of the bed.

“Fuck, Mills,” he moans, kneeling on the bed between my thighs. “You’re fucking perfect.”

He lifts my leg and starts at my ankle, kissing down my calf, over my knee, and up my thigh. He skips over where I want him and instead moves to my hip and then up my torso. I’ve put on weight since I last saw him, and I’d be lying if I said that wasn’t on my mind as his tongue traces circles over my stomach.

“I’m not the same man I was all those years ago, Millie,” he whispers, as he pushes up and hovers over me. “I like it a little rougher these days. Do you think you can handle that?”

His breath is hot on my ear as he leans down.

“How wet are you?”

His fingers begin inch down further with each word until one just barely touches my center, running across my slit and collecting the wetness there. Electric shocks pulse through my body and right to my clit. I’m soaked. And I want him to touch me. I roll my hips out, begging him to keep going, to push inside me.

Instead, he teases me. And I watch him bring that one finger up to his lips and dip it into his mouth, tasting me. His eyes close and he moans. My clit pulses as I try to rub my thighs together to get any bit of friction I can. He’s driving me insane. I want to feel his weight on me, feel his mouth on my breasts and his cock inside of me.

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