Round After Round

Amelia ‘Millie’ Parker wasn’t used to being the center of anyone’s attention, but Aidan Moretti was looking at her like she was the only thing in the room worth watching. It threw her off—made her feel exposed, desired, and a little reckless all at once. The way his eyes roamed her, sharp and hungry, had her heart racing in a way she wasn’t sure she liked.

“You’re stunning, Amelia,” Aidan murmured, like he knew exactly what those words would do to her. His fingers slipped under her bra, unhooking it with a quick, practiced flick. The fabric hit somewhere on the floor, and his lips were on her skin before she could catch her breath, brushing softly over her nipple. It hardened instantly in the cool air, and when he grazed it with his teeth, just enough to tease, she gasped, her body betraying her with a shiver.

He smirked against her skin, clearly enjoying her reaction, and moved to her other nipple, pulling it into his mouth with a slow, deliberate tug. Millie bit her lip, a soft moan slipping out before she could stop it. His hand slid to her thigh, his thumb tracing lazy circles on the sensitive skin there, close enough to make her squirm but not quite where she wanted it. She wasn’t just lying there, though—her fingers wandered his chest, feeling the hard lines of muscle under smooth skin, then dipped lower, brushing the waistband of his boxers. She hesitated for a second before her hand grazed the obvious bulge, her touch light but bold enough to make him suck in a breath.

Aidan’s head rested between her breasts for a moment, his breath warm against her skin.

“Not playing shy, are you, Amelia?” he teased, his voice dripping with that smug confidence that both irritated and pulled her in. His eyes flicked up to meet hers, mischievous and daring. “Tell me, do you want me to keep going, or should I be a gentleman and stop?” His tone made it clear he knew the answer, but the way he leaned closer, lips hovering just above hers, was pure provocation.

Millie’s pulse pounded, her body screaming one thing while her brain scrambled to keep up. She wasn’t some naive girl falling for his charm—she knew guys like Aidan were trouble. But the way he looked at her, like she was worth every second of his attention, made it hard to care about the consequences.

“No,” she whispered, her voice shaky with want. “Don’t stop.”

Of course she said that. This wasn’t the kind of moment where you hit the brakes—not in a penthouse with a guy like Aidan, who looked like he belonged on a billboard and knew it.

And soon, Aidan’s boxers hit the floor, and there he was—bare, confident, like he was more comfortable without clothes than with them. Millie’s thong didn’t last long either; he slid it off with a slow pull. She wasn’t completely bare down there, just trimmed, and the way his eyes lingered made her feel like she was defying some unspoken standard of the polished women he probably ran through like a hobby. It felt good, like a small rebellion.

Aidan slid lower, his hands gently parting her thighs. His lips brushed the sensitive skin of her inner thigh, soft and teasing, sending a spark straight through her. She grabbed at his hair, her fingers tangling in it, trying to anchor herself.

Then he stopped, looking up at her with that infuriating smirk. “Amelia,” he said, his voice low and taunting, “do I need to tie you up to keep you still?”

Her face burned, her body already answering. He didn’t wait for a reply, just went back to it, his mouth hovering so close to where she needed him, brushing just shy of it.

“Oh…” The sound slipped out as she gripped the sheets, her hips shifting toward him. Aidan’s arm pressed down on her waist, holding her in place like he was calling the shots.

“You taste so damn good,” he murmured, his tongue circling her clit with a slow tease before drifting back to her thighs, then returning with soft, maddening kisses.

“Aidan, please,” she gasped, every nerve screaming for more.

He pulled back just enough to look at her, his eyes glinting with that same dangerous mischief. “You think you’ll regret this later, Amelia?” His voice was all challenge, like he was daring her to back out.

“No,” she said, her breath hitching. “Please…”

That wicked grin spread across his face, the kind that said he was going to make her work for it. “Tell me what you want, then.”

“More,” she managed, her voice desperate. “I want more.”

Aidan’s grin widened. He dipped back down, his tongue hitting her clit with quick, fierce strokes. Her body jolted, hips bucking as he teased, then sucked hard, sending a wave of heat through her that made her head spin.

“Aidan!” she cried out, her voice cracking as pleasure surged through her, sharp and overwhelming.

He grinned against her folds, clearly loving how she was reacting to him. Then his middle finger soon slid into her, slow at first, teasing her slick heat before picking up speed, matching the rhythm of his mouth.

And Millie was damn soaked, her body responding to every move he made. When he sensed her getting close, he added another finger, curling them inside her while his lips clamped down, sucking with just the right pressure.

“Fuck! Oh, fuck!” Millie gasped, her whole body trembling as the tension built, coiling tighter until it snapped. Then orgasm hit hard, waves of heat leaving her breathless and shaking as she sank into the sheets.