He sounds sincere. But I’m not going to fall for it.
“Look, you don’t have to pretend like what we had was anything more than a hookup,” I say. “It’s fine. I get it.”
Rex frowns. “What are you talking about? Jesus, Millie. I don’t feel that way at all.”
I twist my lips, looking at him doubtfully. But the earnestness in his eyes is real.
And deep down, I understand that this isn’t just him saying the right thing.
I glance over at my sister to get her reaction. She gives me a little nod and smile, then says, “If you two will excuse me, I think I have some stuff to take care of in the back…”
My sister steps away, and I look at Rex again. He still has that earnest, serious look on his face.
“I want to keep seeing you, Millie.”
“Our second date isn’t going to end the same way, you know,” I warn him. “Just because you got laid the first time, that doesn’t mean it’s going to happen again.”
Rex frowns. “I’d never expect something like that.”
“Uh huh…”
“I mean it. Let me prove it to you.”
“And how are you going to do that?”
“By taking you out on dates and not trying to do anything more than kiss you. Or, fuck, I won’t even try to kiss you, if that’s too much.”
Okay. Interesting.
“For how long?” I ask.
He shrugs. “Ten dates.”
“You really think you can hold out that long?”
“I know I can.”
I squint at him. “This isn’t some weird arrangement where we go out on ten chaste dates and then you claim I owe you for all the sex we’ve abstained from, is it?”
Rex laughs. “What kind of psychopath would demand that?”
“I don’t know. I’m sure there are men out there who would.”
He shakes his head. “Honey, I’d never say you owed me anything. That’s not how this works.”
“Yeah? How does it work?”
“Once the ten dates are up?” The corner of his mouth turns up. “Well, when—if—you find yourself in the mood, I’ll give you the greatest orgasm of your life. Simple as that.”
I swallow. “That’s an awfully big promise.”
“I don’t make promises I can’t keep.”
“I, um…” I clear my throat. “Okay. Ten dates. And, for the record, kisses are okay.”
Rex smiles. “Are you free tonight?”
6
Rex
Never have I had blue balls like this in my life.
But I’m the kind of man who does something when he says he’s going to do something. I promised Millie I wouldn’t make a move for ten dates, so goddamn it, I’m not going to make a move for ten dates.
It’s not like it’s going to kill me.
Millie and I have dinner and drinks for the first of our ten dates. For our second date, I take her mini-golfing. On our third date, we go to some food festival. On our fourth date, I convince her to come to a car show with me, and by the end of it—to my fucking delight—all she can talk about is how cool all the old cars are.
After that, I stop counting our dates.
Because the thing is, as badly as I wish I could sink into that incredible sweetness of hers, as much as I want to taste her and touch her and claim her over and over again, it’s also weirdly freeing for sex to not even be a possibility.
Sure, every time I kiss her goodnight it inflicts torture to my cock. But the way we’re getting to know each other is also really satisfying.
Satisfying in a deep, soul-fulfilling way.
Tonight we’re on something like date number seven or eight—or, hell, maybe it’s number nine—and the two of us are cuddling on my couch watching a movie. Or we’re trying to watch it. We keep innocently flirting with each other, joking around, stealing kisses instead of paying attention to whatever the hell’s going on in the flick.
Ever since we made our deal, we’ve kept our kisses tame. They haven’t lasted more than a few seconds at most.
Tonight, though, when I start to pull away after planting a kiss on her lips, Millie lets out a little moan and pulls me toward her again. This time, when we kiss, she parts her lips for me, and there’s no fucking way I’m not sliding my tongue into her pretty little mouth.
Millie’s cheeks are flushed when we pull apart. Her irises are bright, her expression needful.
“I don’t think we need to wait the whole ten dates, Rex,” she says. “I mean, you’ve clearly made your point.”
My cock stirs in my pants.
“You sure, Millie?”
“Uh huh. To be honest, I don’t know if I can take it any longer.”
I lean forward and kiss her neck.
“Tell me, Millie,” I murmur. “Have you come at all since our first date?”
“You mean, have I touched myself?”
Her voice is both breathless and amused.
“Mmhmm.”
“No,” she whispers. “Have you?”
“Not a stroke,” I say, laying another kiss on her neck.
Another little moan escapes her throat. “Rex, I’m serious. I really can’t take this any longer…”
I pull back to look her in the eyes. “Don’t worry, sugar. I’ll take care of you. But before I do, I need to tell you something. These dates we’ve been going on…they’ve all been incredible. I’ve loved every second of getting to know you. I’m in love with you, Millie. I’m head-over-fucking-heels in love with you.”
She blinks and a tear slips down her cheek, chased by another.
“I’m in love with you, too, Rex.”
I sweep Millie into my arms and carry her into my bedroom. I lay her down on the bed and settle in right where I belong—between her resplendent thighs. Between more kisses, we peel and tear and yank off our clothes until it’s her hot skin against mine.
Fuck, she’s gorgeous. Just curve after curve of endless beauty.
I reach down and trace her clit, watching her as she moans, then dip a finger into her warm cunt. I slowly pump in and out of her, continuing to watch her sweet face as she moans and writhes. Before she gets too close, I move down and get a taste of her creamy wetness as I keep moving my fingers in and out of her.
By the time Millie comes against my mouth, I’m so hard that it’s almost painful. As she regains her breath, the single look we exchange tells me all I need to know. I flip her over, pull her ass up, and sink my hard-as-steel cock into her, going balls-deep on the first thrust.
“Holy shit,” she moans.
“You good, baby?” I grunt.
She nods and lets out another moan. I grind my hips against her, ramming into her hard, bottoming out each time. I can’t get enough of her.
But I also want her lips on mine when we come.
I pull out of her, kiss the red spot on her ass where my hands were gripping her flesh, and move us so that I’m laying on the bed and she’s straddling me.
“Get on my cock, sugar,” I command.
“Bossy, are we?” she says with a smirk.