Love You As You Are

12 | Miles 🌶🌶🌶🌶

“Lose the pants,” Mr Stark mutters as he unbuckled his belts. I watched him, my heart hammering a thousand times a second. My mind’s racing and I know I should be stopping this, but I can’t seem to do it.

I moved quickly when he rose a brow at me, unbuckling my own belt. I pushed down the pants, thankful for the shirt hiding the underwear. I haven’t gotten to know if he likes me wearing panties. Or if he finds it weird. Mr Stark is on me before I can blink, his lips finding mine in a hot searing kiss. I gripped his biceps, steadying myself until I feel the sink touching my bottom. Mr Stark’s hands are on my ass, squeezing so hard, I gasped into his mouth. He pulls back all too soon, looking down.

“You like wearing panties?” he asked me, lifting up my shirt. I felt exposed. Like a dirty secret. No one should have known about this side of me. And I’d shown Mr Stark that side of me unknowingly. I looked into his eyes, my breathing escalating when I don’t find no judgement in his eyes. Nothing but pure, raw lust. I nodded, swallowing then quickly remembered something.

“Yes,” I whispered. He made a sound of approval at the back of his throat.

“Good,” he said, pulling them down slowly. I shivered feeling his fingers lingering on my skin. “Keep wearing them,” he said before kissing me again. Harder. The panties pooled at my feet. “I’ma need you to lose the pants,” he said hoarse. “Take them off,”

I gripped his biceps, taking my shoes off before kicking the pants off, along with my panties. “Good,” he said hoisting me onto the sink. I shivered at the sudden cold surface against my ass. I wrapped my legs around Mr Stark’s waist when he stepped between my legs.

I watched Mr Stark peel the condom off, his eyes on me. I sucked in a sharp breath when I looked down, seeing how…fuck, that thing was inside me? How? It’s poking my inner thigh. The childishness in me wants to laugh seeing the piercing on the shaft. I guess I can confirm Indra’s suspicion. “Did it hurt?” I asked quietly. He looks up at me while his hands worked on putting the condom on. He takes his time to respond, his eyes studying me.

“Miles, you’ve already asked me that question,” he said his eyes narrowing in suspicion. f**k, how am I supposed to know when I don’t remember a single thing about that night? How I wished he’d done the same thing Noah did when I was in that predicament.

“I was drunk,” I said. “I barely remembered the small talk,” I gripped his shoulder tighter when his fingers found my slit, already wet. The wet sound is too loud, I got startled. Looking down, I see how glistening his fingers are. f**k, do I do that?

“Small talk?” Mr Stark quirked a brow at me.

“You don’t do a lot of talkin- oh f**k,” I squeezed my eyes shut when he thrusted into me without warning. The slight stinging pain from being stretched had me doubling over, gasping for air. “Ow, a little warning would be nice next time,” I said panting as I waited to adjust to his size.

“Emmanuel,” he says. I pulled back from his chest, looking into his eyes in confusion. “If I’m going to be making you scream, I’d like it to be my name that you scream,” I gawked at him. “You find it difficult? We have the whole bathroom to ourselves to practise just that,” he said pulling out slowly.

“Wait,” I placed my hand on his abdomen, slowing his movement. “D-Do it slowly,” I said shyly. “You’re too big,”

“And you’re taking me so well,” he said thrusting in slowly. I closed my eyes, letting out a shaky breath with each thrust into me. I was slowly getting accustomed to his size. “Good boy,” my eyes opened to stare at him. He smirked, seeing the effect those words had on me. “See? You’re taking me like a champ,” he thrusts in harder, making me moan loudly.

“f**k,”

“Relax for me,” Mr Starks instructs, f*****g me slowly. “Take deep breaths and relax your muscles,”

I tried to do just that, but it was proving to be difficult. Not when the cold surface was digging into my skin which each thrust. He had me sitting at the edge of the sink and I’m afraid if we go any harder, it’ll break.

I bit my bottom lip to stop myself from making any sounds, when the pain subsided, overpowered by pure pleasure. Something I’d never got to experience this way. “I thought I told you what I wanted from you,”

“Someone could hear us,” I said through another involuntary moan when he started picking up speed. The pleasure was so intense that I felt something hot and searing settling in my lower abdomen, and I just couldn’t contain any sounds, no matter how much I tried.

“Almost there,” he said plucking my bottom lip from between my teeth.

“S-Sir, I need to- oh f**k,” I was probably leaving marks on his arms with how tight I was holding him. “I think I need to pee,” I said unwrapping my legs. Mr Stark was quick to grab my thighs, keeping them locked around his waist.

“Let go,” he said.

“What?”

“Don’t think about it,” he said pounding into me so hard, I could hear skin slapping against skin, mixed with wetness. “Let go for me,” he said hoarsely before burying his face in my neck, finding a spot that had my toes curling in my socks. The pressure in my abdomen intensified to the point where I started shaking. I needed to pee so bad, and he doesn’t understand.

“Sir, I-“

“Emmanuel,” he all but growled as he drove into me.

“Oh god,” I moaned, my legs locking around him as the need to release became unbearable.

“c*m,” he commanded with that one word, and I screamed, the blinding pleasure making me squeeze my eyes shut as I crashed into wave after wave. “Good boy, c*m for me,” I was shaking so hard with every thrust into my sensitive area.

“f**k,” I was panting as he finally slowed down. We pulled apart, his hands still holding me in place. He looked closely at me, and I was just looking at the mess I’d made on the floor. Looking up at him, he smirked.

“Impressive, isn’t it?” he said. “You’re a squirter,”

“Oh,” was all I could managed, still shocked. I just had the most amazing orgasm of my life. And apparently, I squirt. I’m literary in the small percentage of women who can squirt. How is that possible?

“You look surprise,” I shuddered when he resumed his slow thrusting, penetrating my sensitive area.

“I have to get off the sink or it’ll fall off,” I blurted out, trying to stop the heat in my face. I looked up when Mr Stark chuckled lowly.

“You just say the most random stuff,” he said picking me up with so much ease, I didn’t have time to react except wrapping my arms around his shoulder and tightened my legs. He walked us to the opposite wall and with each step, he was going deeper inside my p***y. “You amuse me Miles,” he set me down slowly, causing him to pull out. Mr Stark turns me around, facing the wall.

I whined as he bunched up my shirt and blazer, leaving my ass in the cold air from the air con. Mr Stark caressed my cheek. “You have a nice ass,” he said. I don’t know whether to be embarrassed by the comment or take it as a compliment. No one has ever paid attention to my body like that, aside from Indra who’s an obvious case, so I don’t know how to take his words.

Mr Stark takes me from behind, entering slowly. I braced myself against the wall as he separated my cheeks, f*****g me slowly. His hands found my stomach, underneath the shirt as he pulled my body flush with each thrust. His strokes were demanding and steady, they had me on my tiptoes.

“f**k, it’s so deep,” I moaned breathlessly against the wall, my legs wobbly. To probably spite me, Mr Stark f****d me harder, making my toes curl. “Right there,” I mewled when he penetrated the sensitive nerve endings.

“I’m going to edge you until you moan my name,” I whimpered when he slowed down. The f*****g torture.

“Please,” I whimpered, pushing my ass back. “I want to c*m again,” I said desperation clear in my voice. I got a taste of what a mind-blowing orgasm feels like and he’s teasing me. “Please Emmanuel,” my heart hammered in my chest as the name slipped out of my mouth in a breathy moan.

“Again,” he said resuming his thrusts. I almost screamed when he hit my g-spot repeatedly. Mr Stark’s arms lowered to settle between my shaking thighs. He began rubbing my c**t and I convulsed. “Say it again,”

“f**k,” my eyes rolled back as I felt the familiar sensation returning full force. “Please Emmanuel,” I moaned. “I want to c*m,”

“c*m,” he said rubbing my c**t. I cried out as I squirted all over the floor, my body shaking so hard, my knees almost gave out. I squeezed my shaky thighs together to stop him from rubbing me.

“Ah,” I squirmed. “It’s so sensitive. Please,”

My phone started ringing from somewhere behind us.

“Do you want to answer that?” Mr Stark asked as he slowly pulled out, turning me around to face him. I was shaking and panting so hard. I shook my head. It can wait a few more minutes. Mr Stark lifted me up and I wrapped my shaky legs around his waist. His hands were on my ass, holding me upright. “You feel so f*****g good I almost want to f**k you into the night,” he said against my lips, guiding his tip to my entrance before lowering me. I whimpered, sinking on his c**k. “So f*****g tight,” he groaned in between kisses.

Mr Stark guided me up and down his c**k, his hands on my ass squeezing and kneading I can’t help but moan into his mouth. I know, undoubtedly, that Mr Stark is strong. The toned muscles underneath the shirt and blazer proved so, yet I’m still amazed by how easy he’s picking me up and handling my weight.

My phone rang again as Mr Stark started picking up pace. Maybe it’s Ludo. “S-Sir, maybe we should go back,” I breathed out.

“You might not go back at all,” he said panting as he f****d me harder, wet skin slapping against wet skin. This is why he’d told me to lose the pants. I’d have soaked them unknowingly. “Until you call me by my name,”

“f**k,” I threw my head back as he pounded into me so hard my vision blurred. “I’m going to c*m again,” I cried out.

“c*m with me,” he said. “I’m close,” his thrusts were relentless. My fingers weaved into his hair, pulling as the sensation overpowered.

“I’m cumming, I’m cumming,” I screamed, convulsing so hard, I slumped against his shoulder, my teeth digging into his clad shoulder blade. I wrapped myself around him as I cried out, feeling him c*m in the condom. His groans against my ears did something to me. My back hit the wall as we both slumped against it, spent.

The kiss Mr Stark initiated was gentler and more passionate. It felt too intimate that I had to pull back. I shied away from his eyes as he watched, our breaths mingling together. “Let me guess,” he began. “You’re having second thoughts about this,” it almost sounded like a scoff. I looked down, trying not to squirm because I can still feel him softening inside me.

“You’re going to get married, Mr Stark,” I whispered. “This is wrong,”

“You do realise that this marriage is nothing but a business transaction, right?” I swallowed, feeling the after effect of what we just did. The reality of it all was like a slap to the face.

“That doesn’t make me feel any better,” I mumbled. “You have to honour your marriage contract with Miss Eloise, even if it’s a business transaction,”

“Honour is for something that you hold dear to your heart,” he said.

“You hold business closer to your heart,” I murmured, finding his eyes again.

“You think you’re smart, huh?” I found myself smiling, ducking my head.

“Can you put me down?” I said clearing my throat. “My legs are cramping a little,”

Mr Stark walked us back to the small puddle I’d left under the sink. He pulled out gently, setting me down. “Hold on to the sink and wait for me,” he instructed. I watched him take out the condom, wrapped it up and discarded it in the available bin. He grabbed tissue paper and rolled a generous amount, walking back to me.

I reached out my hand to take but he only gave me a look. “I can do that,” I said.

“I know,” he said crouching down to wipe me clean. He was gentle in wiping my v****a, but I still shivered. Once he was done, he wiped the floor as well. My phone rang for the third time. I tiptoed around the wet spot to my pants.

“Hello?”

“What the hell? I thought someone abducted you for a second,” Anthony speaks out, sounding relieved.

“Why would someone abduct me?” I frowned.

“Because, you know,” he said. “You’re a Sirenio,”

“Please don’t say that again,” I mumbled with a frown of my own. “I’m not a Sirenio,” I said eyeing Mr Stark sideways.

“Okay then,” he said. “You’ve been gone for almost thirty minutes now. I thought something happened, so I called you. And Emmanuel’s also missing,” my eyes widened at that. I turned to Mr Stark, panicking. “Have you seen him?”

“No,” I flinched. f**k, I said that too quickly. “I haven’t seen him around,” I added. “I’ll look for him,”

“Okay cool,” he said.

“Hey!” I protested when I saw Mr Stark pocketing my panties. “Sorry, I have to go,” I said quickly, before hanging up. “Why did you do that? I need those,” I said reaching for them. My legs felt wobbly.

“You won’t be needing them,” he said standing in front of the mirror, fixing himself up. I huffed out, grabbing my pants to put them on. I dusted myself off before fixing myself as well. “You’re going out first,” he said.

“It’d be best if you go out first,” I mumbled.

“I’d rather not take my chances,” he said his eyes finding mine in the mirror, smirking lightly. “Gotta make sure you don’t lock yourself up again,” I groaned, rolling my eyes.

“That was a onetime thing,” I said quietly. “I panicked,”

“You almost panicked a few more moments ago,” he pointed out, walking behind me. He pulled me flush against him, purposefully grinding himself on me, while his fingers wrapped around the back of my neck. I shivered, feeling his breath tickling my ear. “And don’t roll your eyes at me,” he said lightly nibbling on my earlobe, his fingers tightening around neck. My pulse quickened. “There are consequences to that,”

Before I can catch my breath, he’s walking out the door. “Make sure to drink water,” he said pulling open the door after unlocking it. He smirked at me, his eyes sweeping over the drying floor. “After all, you did just lost a generous amount of body fluids,” and he was out the door.

I let out a shaky breath, turning back to the mirror. “What the f**k is wrong with you, Miles?” I sighed.

*****

“Finally,” Anthony says when he sees me walking back to them. I sat down in my usual seat and chugged down the rest of the water from the bottle I had with me. I didn’t pay attention to Mr Stark or Eloise. There’s too much guilt to look at them. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” I said looking around to pass time. Right in the centre of the hall, I spotted the ‘life of the party’ that is supposed to be my brother, Eugene. He has all the attention to himself, business associates eating at the palm of his hand. There’s no doubt he’d made worship the ground he walked on.

“Is that him?” Eloise asked. “The new CEO?” she looked at me. “Your brother?”

“Remember when I mentioned that whatever you find about me, don’t approach me about it?” I spoke up. “It still applies. Please abide by it or we’re going to have a problem,” I didn’t mean to be so harsh, but I really want nothing to do with those people.

“I’m sorry,” Eloise said quietly.

“Oh she’s coming,” Anthony says looking behind me. I turned to see auntie Gen walking over. She took a seat next to me.

“Meeting tomorrow at two o’clock, at Sirenio Inc. We have a minor issue that I’m sure will be resolved by tomorrow-“

“I’m not going there,” I said shaking my head.

“Okay, you can choose to not go,” she said. “But you’re the one who asked for my help. This is it. Take it or leave it,” I sighed. “You can only hide from your father for so long,”

“I’m not hiding,” I mumbled.

“Oh, my bad. You can only play hide and seek with your father, for so long,” I rolled my eyes, my mind immediately taking me back to the bathroom. “You realize he’s looking for you, right?”

“Good for him,” I said. Auntie Gen eyed me sideways. “What? Did you wanted me to jump to the moon over the news?” I shrugged.

“This isn’t how I wanted your life to be, son,” she said.

“Well…this is how I want my life to be,” I shrugged.

“It should have been you,” she carried on like I didn’t just make a comment. “You’re turning twenty-eight tomorrow. Your father chose this day for a reason,”

“What exactly is your point here, auntie?” I turned to her, getting agitated by her words.

“I’m just saying,” she said. “It should have been you,” she handed me a flash drive. “I’m trusting you with this information. Do what you must do, with it,” she said. “Be careful,”

“What is this?” I asked, eyeing it.

“He’s taking over the company,” she pointed at Anthony. “And he’s gay. There are a lot of shitty self-centred people who will use that against him tomorrow. That,” she pointed at the flash drive. “Is you telling them to f**k off. There’s no time to be nice,” she said slapping my shoulder. “Make them hurt,”

“So you want me to be the bigger monster?” I quirked a brow at her.

“No baby, I want you to rise above the bigger monsters,” she said standing up. “s**t is going to be catchy tomorrow. Brace yourself. God knows I don’t want to be in those whiny meetings with those children,” she said making a face. “You are done for now. Go home and rest. You’ll need it,”

“Well, you don’t have to tell me twice,”

*****