Chapter 18 - Atlas
Chapter eighteen
Atlas
Saturday, Second Day of the Reunion
We’d fallen asleep in my bed after quickly cleaning up and brushing our teeth—I ate way too much sugar daily to forgo that for even one night—and woke up with sunlight streaming in the window on the right side of the bed. I blinked to get used to the brightness before glancing over at the clock.
It was just past eight, so we’d gotten a decent night’s sleep. But the heaviness that had lessened during that night of incredible sex settled back on my chest, and my heart ached under the weight of it.
Even taking his breakdown into consideration, Miles had taken the news better than I’d expected.
As his Daddy, I was proud that he’d recognized he wasn’t ready to move across the country with me, that he’d confessed his love despite everything.
As the person who wanted to marry him one day, my heart was breaking that he wasn’t coming with me.
I wasn’t sure how I was supposed to live without him.
But what choice did I have?
Miles stirred on my right, his tired eyes blinking open to gaze at me just as I turned on my side to face him. His sleepy smile was endearing and gorgeous, and it made my lips quirk up despite the morose tenor of my thoughts.
He swallowed. “What time is it?”
“A little after eight. I say we skip the campus tour at nine and stay in bed a little longer.”
He nodded his assent—though I doubted he knew what I was talking about—as I snuggled a little closer to him, entwining our legs and feeling his morning wood against mine.
Then the thought hit me: This was our last morning to be together.
Tomorrow morning, we had to leave quite early for me to make my flight. We might never have this again.
Morning sex was a must.
I shoved the sheets off of us, moving down the bed to kiss his dick. He yelped in surprise before surrendering to my tongue licking the precum from his slit, my mouth sucking him hard, my throat swallowing him down until his pubic hairs tickled my nose.
He grabbed my hair, twisting his fingers in the longer locks on the top of my head, much like he did last night. “Daddy!”
I moaned around him, a sure way to make him scream. When he did, I pulled off to his groan of complaint.
“Sixty-nine, baby.” I twisted to rest on my side upside-down until my feet were stretched out toward the nightstand, my knees on my pillow and resting against the headboard so Miles’s talented mouth was lined up with my dick.
“Fuck, yes” was the only thing I heard before his wet heat devoured my cock, and I shouted before taking his considerable length back in my mouth and down my throat with practiced ease.
Miles’s mouth was sinful, and as I gagged on his dick and he choked on mine, what should’ve felt lewd and rushed was beautiful, as pure an expression of our love as our sensual and sweet lovemaking the night before.
Tears that had nothing to do with the dick in my throat—well, it wasn’t only the dick in my throat—welled in my eyes as I reveled in the feeling of rightness that flowed over and through me in this moment.
Was leaving really worth it?
Pushing the thought down—now was not the time—I let my love for this man propel me forward, sucking him in earnest now as I felt his balls draw up.
Tucking my hand around and behind them, I pressed a dry finger to his hole, knowing the anticipation of pain from entering him without lube would get him hot.
And as expected, his entire body tensed before he unloaded down my throat.
After swallowing around his cock, I pulled back until only the tip was inside me so I could taste him thoroughly, coating my mouth with the rest of the cum he’d given me before swallowing that down as well. I wanted his taste on my tongue for as long as it would last. I craved it.
Miles’s body relaxed when the last of his cum trickled into my mouth, and I licked at the slit, making him shout around me as I teased the sensitive head.
The vibration got me closer, and I kept his softening dick between my lips, nursing him as he unleashed on me.
He knew from past experience that I would keep my mouth on his cockhead until I came, and I knew by his squirming that my suckling was getting painful for him.
He had work to do, and if he wanted relief soon, he’d have to do it fast.
Fortunately for him, I was already close, so respite came less than a minute later.
With a shout of my own, I released his dick as I exploded in his mouth.
He swallowed every last drop, and I reached down to pat his head as he did, as he licked every inch of my cock clean when my cum finally stopped shooting.
Through the pleasure coursing through my veins, I managed a soft “My perfect little cum slut.”
At my words, Miles’s body lost all tension, and he collapsed, laying his head against my upper thighs, my balls resting on his forehead.
I caressed his side as we caught our breath.
His sighs brushed against the hair surrounding my dick, a welcome, calming sensation that reminded me he was here with me in this moment.
That no matter what came next, we had this.
Us. That we could remember this moment with fondness and love, knowing that right now, nothing could touch us.
But as it always did, reality seeped in, and I started to get cold in the air-conditioned room.
When I saw goosebumps on Miles’s flat stomach, I coaxed him up.
“Come on, my sweet baby boy. Let’s get showered and find something to eat.
I think the basketball game is at eleven, so we’ve got some time.
Maybe I’ll finger you in the shower until you’re begging to come then leave you wanting until tonight. ”
His eyes flashed with lust at that. He was on his feet and headed toward the bathroom in record time.
***
“Okay!” I called an hour later while Miles was getting dressed in my bedroom.
I had today’s reunion schedule up on my phone as I stood at the breakfast bar waiting for him to get dressed in those delicious gray pants from last night.
“The game is at eleven. After that, they’ll have food trucks set up outside the high school.
Oh! That’s fun! Then a group photo and yearbook signing at one-thirty—”
Miles stuck his head out of the bedroom, stepping into view. “Group photo?”
I waved to cool my face at the bare-chested god in front of me, his open shirt falling around his shoulders, his pants cupping his muscular legs to perfection, his fly still spread open to reveal his skin-tight navy boxer briefs. “God, you’re hot.”
My beautiful boy blushed as he started buttoning his shirt. Regrettably. “Shush. Now, group photo?”
I waved him off, knowing his objection without him saying it. The man didn’t like to be the center of attention. “There will be so many of us there, no one will notice you. You just stand, look pretty, and smile at the camera.”
“I know no one will notice me, but . . .” His hand swiped through the air, moving up and down to indicate my entire body like a terrible game show assistant. “No one will be able to keep their eyes off you.”
I was feeling he/him this morning, though I had on tight white jeans, a pair of simple black flats, and a flowy emerald short-sleeved satin shirt that hung off one shoulder and draped unevenly across my torso.
It would definitely keep me cool during the basketball game that pitted the alumni varsity team against the current one.
I couldn’t care less about sports, but it would be amusing to see a bunch of guys my age trying to keep up with sixteen-to-eighteen-year-olds.
Channeling my favorite grump, I pursed my lips at him, feigning hurt. “And that’s a problem, why?”
Miles crossed his arms over his lickable chest, the top half of his shirt still unbuttoned, and I almost started drooling.
“It’s not a problem, Daddy. I just don’t know how I’m expected to, in your words, ‘look pretty’”—he added air quotes—“when you’ll be beside me stealing the show.
I can only hope to not look like a complete ogre next to you. ”
My knees went a little weak, but I stood my ground. “As sweet as that is, baby boy, you could never look like an ogre. Besides,” I continued, glancing down at my phone again, “ogre book boyfriends are a thing. No kink shaming in this house.”
Miles threw his head back and laughed, attending to his shirt buttons once more. “You’re ridiculous. But fine, group photo. And yearbook signing? If I remember correctly, we didn’t have yearbooks senior year, right?”
I nodded, still flicking through the online schedule. “Right. I heard someone found the original files from back in the day and the reunion committee is having them printed for attendees. So we get to relive a high school memory that never was.”
My grumpy boy scowled at me, no doubt realizing he would have to be social—presenting me with the perfect opportunity.
“I think my boy needs a reminder to be good today, don’t you think?”
Miles’s eyes widened, and his hands froze on the top button near his collar. “Wh-what, Daddy?”
My devilish grin felt amazing. “You seem a little grumpy about going today, baby. I think you need a good spanking before we go. You know, a little reminder to behave.”
He crossed his arms over his chest, but I knew he wasn’t going to safeword. He’d gotten good at acting petulant and fighting me on the discipline we both knew he craved, but he could never fully hide the lust that sparked in his eyes. “I don’t want a spanking.”
I shrugged. “Even better. Gives me a reason to give you more.” I waltzed over to the davenport, tucking pillows behind my back until I was sitting far enough forward that he had room to settle over my lap.
We’d long ago moved the coffee table to a permanent place farther away from the davenport for precisely this reason. “Over my knee. Now.”