Page 57 of Rent: Paid in Full

Like I want more.

Like I need it.

“Miller,” I pant. I hear his name on my lips. It sounds like it’s coming from far away. It’s distant, but it’s still a full sentence. “Miller.Miller.”

Thank fuck he seems to understand what it means because I’d hate to have to interpret for him. He pulls his fingers out of me, and the lube cap clicks again.

“Money or not, you stop me if you don’t like it.” His voice finds me through dense fog. “You got that, Ry?”

I say something that sounds like “Nggh,” but a little less intelligent.

A softschlick-schlickwarns me what’s about to happen. I bend all the way over, holding my head in my hands as I wait. Time stops and drags out. The moment lasts forever. Tiny lifetimes exist in several short seconds. I’m acutely aware that now is the time a decision is made. No part of me doesn’t understand that. All of me knows what I’m bent over and waiting for.

I’d love to say I at least consider stopping him. I’d love to say I think about standing and moving away.

I don’t.

My blood has run thick. Pure arousal pulses through arteries and veins, weighing me down, rooting me to the spot. Rendering me completely immobile. Paralyzing me to the thought of anything other than accommodating Miller’s perfect cock.

One hand grips my hip, squeezing it reassuringly. The other guides his dick to my hole. He taps his cockhead gently against me. Two, three, four times, till I hiss at him and start squirming.

His smile is the loudest I’ve heard yet. It tells me he’s glowing. Radiant with the knowledge that he finally has me right where he wants me. It should piss me off. It really should. Tomorrow, it probably will, but right now, any thought or emotion that isn’t directly related to lust seems to have dropped clean out of me.

“Ready?” he says softly.

I nod, and a scrambled series of vowels leaves me.

He strokes my opening. It’s a gentle warning. “Try to breathe deeply.”

Then he thrusts.

I clench, even though I’m actively trying not to. He holds firm, edging his tip in, applying just enough pleasure to force me open. His head slips in, and I’m stunned silent. I thought I was prepared. I thought I could take him. I thought he’d slide in like his fingers. I was wrong. It’s more than a quick sting. Much more. It’s enough to make my spine arch and drop my mouth open. I’m silent for two beats, and then I’m not.

He’s quick. He knows what he’s doing. It’s not his first time, after all. He taps me firmly behind my right knee and says, “Bend your leg.”

I take my weight off that leg and do as he says. He folds it forward and places my knee on the desk. Opening me grotesquely. To my amazement, it helps almost immediately. The sharp sting in my ring subsides as he rocks himself gently in and out. Not deep, probing just past my first muscle. When I relax, he slips past the second one too. Something inside me releases. Pain fizzles out and turns into pleasure. Deep, heady pleasure that rolls my eyes and my head back. He keeps rocking his hips, and now, mine tentatively buck back to meet him.

He stills and leans forward. I feel the weight of him on my back. Warm lips find the sensitive skin just below the shell of my ear.

“The next one is going all the way in,” he whispers. “Deep as I can get it, okay? Want me to count you down?”

I should hate that. I should be furious about it. I should probably push him away and tell him to shove his money up his own ass. That’s what I should do.

I do the exact opposite. Nodding and grunting, I arch my back as hard as I can and open my hole to take him.

He counts down softly, sexy baritone numbers that land on my shoulders and caress their way down my back. “Three…two…o—.”

Big hands circle my hips like a vise as he glides home.

The sound I make is long and low. Desperate and not in the slightest bit sorry about it. The sounds he makes are the same. He starts moving in time with the beat of my heart. Quickening as my pulse picks up the pace. Once he’s mounted me fully, he straightens my leg and guides my foot back down to the floor.

Full isn’t the word. Good isn’t either. It’s painful and perfect. Brutal and beautiful. It’s everything and more than I thought it would be. Much more. I writhe in pleasure, squirming and twitching to get closer to him. Scrabbling at the desk and reaching behind me to dig my fingers into any part of Miller I can find. I can’t get enough of him bent over enough like this, so I straighten and lean back against him for more contact.

His hands are everywhere. They’re in my hair, on my neck, on my nipples, and on my belly. His touch is electric. Shocking me, making me buck and cry out. My dick strains at the sound of his voice saying my name. His fingers dance over my skin, dipping lightly into the gentle slope of theVthat leads to my dick. My dick throbs, aching for relief. Aching and aching. It’s so full it hurts. I’m so full it hurts. Miller slides his hands downward again, teasing. Not touching. Not stopping until the deepest part of me, the small, darkest part of me, the part I keep hidden, breaks free.

I grab his wrist roughly and shove his hand down to my cock, grinding against his open palm wantonly.

“Wanna come?” he rasps.