Chapter Six #2
“God, you’re filthy,” he breathes, and then he’s thrusting harder, fucking into my mouth in short, stuttering motions.
I keep up, swallowing every time he hits the back of my throat, drool sliding down my chin.
May’s whole body goes tense, vibrating like a live wire, and then he’s coming.
Thick and hot and deep. I drink him down, not spilling a drop, milking him with my tongue until he’s shuddering and gasping for breath.
He rides out the orgasm with a string of vulgar, gorgeous noises, shaking so hard I have to brace myself against his thighs to keep my balance.
When he finally stills, his hand gentles in my hair, stroking it almost tenderly.
“Oh my god,” May sighs, wrecked and beautiful. “You’re such a mess. Look at you.”
I pull off, licking my lips. Come is smeared across my mouth, glitter from his skirt dusting my face, and I’m still kneeling at his feet like a man who’s just discovered religion.
Honestly, that feels about right.
I rest my cheek against his thigh, nuzzling him for just a second. May pets my hair, letting out soft, content sounds. He’s softening against my jaw, cock still twitching with aftershocks. For a long moment, the only sounds are his heartbeat pounding in my ears and our shared, uneven breathing.
Finally, his grip loosens. He strokes my hair, gentler now, almost reverent. “Fuck, Miles,” he whispers, a little awed. “You’re unreal.”
I pull back, licking my lips, probably looking like an absolute mess, and not caring at all. “You taste even better than I remembered,” I mumble, voice hoarse.
May laughs, breathless. “You’re such a fucking disaster. Get up here.”
I grin, letting my arms fall free and pushing myself to my feet. My knees crack, but I ignore them. May grabs me by the shoulders and yanks me into a kiss, tongues messy and insistent. He tastes himself on my mouth, and the kiss turns even dirtier.
He pulls back long enough to catch his breath and survey the damage. “You drooled on my skirt,” he accuses, without a shred of heat. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”
He kisses me again, biting my lower lip until I whimper.
“God, you’re a disaster. I love it,” he mutters, kissing me slower this time. “You want a reward, handyman?”
I’m still dazed, but my cock twitches between us, desperate for attention. “Please,” I manage.
May smiles, all teeth and wicked intent. “Then get on the couch. And don’t even think about touching yourself until I say so.”
I scramble to obey. The couch is velvet and plush, creaking under my weight as I flop back, arms at my sides, cock flushed and leaking against my stomach.
May watches me with slow, predatory focus before gliding over.
He settles onto my lap, straddling me, skirts pooling around us.
He’s still in full drag, still every inch the queen, but the look in his eyes now is private and unguarded enough to make my chest ache.
He leans in, kissing me softly. “You did so good for me,” he whispers, fingers sliding into my hair. “You always do.”
I can’t help it. I reach up, cupping his face, smearing a little more glitter in the process. He doesn’t push me away. If anything, he melts into it for just a second before biting my lip again.
“Hands back down,” he orders, nipping at my ear. “Don’t make me tie you up, Miles.”
My pulse pounds. “Might not be the punishment you think it is.”
He laughs, filthy and delighted. “Noted. But this time, you’re going to behave.”
May rises just enough to reach between us. His hand wraps around my cock, stroking slowly, and I almost come right there. Not even a little ashamed about it.
“God, I missed you,” I blurt. The words are out before I can stop them.
May stills, pupils blown wide. For a moment, I think I’ve ruined it, but then he shakes his head, smiling almost shyly. “Yeah, well. Keep making me come like that, and you’ll never get rid of me.”
I groan, hips bucking uselessly. May shushes me, thumb teasing the head of my cock, smearing precum everywhere. He watches every twitch, every breath, like he’s cataloguing all the ways I’m losing my mind for him.
“Pretty, pretty Miles,” he murmurs, voice nearly reverent. “So desperate. Did you beg like this for anyone else?”
“Never,” I croak. Honest to God truth. “Just you. Always you.”
He rewards me with another stroke, then slips off my lap and onto the floor between my knees before he leans in, tongue flicking across the tip, tasting me.
It’s barely anything, but after all that, I’m already so close it makes my eyes roll back.
He doesn’t take me in yet, just teases, licking and kissing, dragging it out until I’m shaking with need.
“Beg for it,” May whispers, mouth hovering just above my cock. “Tell me how much you want it.”
I whimper; my brain already gone. “Please, May. Please. I need you so bad. I’ll do anything.”
He finally sinks down, taking me into that perfect mouth, wet and hot and relentless.
May doesn’t go slow. He knows exactly how I like it and gives it to me, sucking hard and working me with his tongue in a rhythm that’s filthy, devastating, and perfect.
The second his lips seal tight around me, I lose whatever scraps of composure I had left.
There isn’t a single part of me that isn’t tuned to May’s mouth, the heat, the urgency, the way he makes me feel like I’m the only thing in the world worth ruining his makeup for.
I gasp his name, or try to. I’m not sure what actually comes out, but May rewards me for the effort, humming deep in his chest. The vibrations tear straight through me, turning my bones to molten sugar. My hands fist in the cushions, useless except to keep me from floating away entirely.
He doesn’t let up. If anything, he goes harder, bobbing his head, working me until my hips are jerking helplessly off the couch.
I can’t look away. The sight of May, all glam and glitter, letting go of that perfect control just to wreck me, is obscenely hot.
His lashes are clumped, cheeks streaked with heat and shimmer, lips shiny and red and stretched around me.
I want to say something clever, or romantic, or at least coherent, but all I can do is beg, desperate and breathless. “May, fuck. I’m gonna. I can’t hold it. Please. I need to come so bad.”
He pulls back just enough to smirk up at me, lips slick. “Then don’t.” And with that, he takes me all the way back down, swallowing like he’s been waiting all day for this.
That’s it. That’s all it takes.
I come hard, so hard it’s like blacking out, pleasure zipping down my spine and lighting up every nerve. I twitch and shudder, moaning embarrassingly loud, and I don’t even care. May doesn’t let up, swallowing everything, licking up every last drop as my hips jerk and I gasp for air.
When I finally slump back, boneless, May releases me with a filthy pop and grins, licking his lips with slow satisfaction. “Messy boy,” he teases, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He looks completely wrecked, and so proud of himself I could cry.
I manage a shaky laugh, reaching for him before remembering the rules. “Holy shit,” I breathe, reverent. “You’re unreal.”
May laughs, warm and genuinely happy, and climbs back into my lap, skirts billowing around us again.
He kisses me deep, lush, and a little greedy, like he wants to taste himself on my tongue.
I melt into it, clinging to him, totally undone.
My brain is pudding, and my body’s even worse, but I’ve never felt more blissfully alive.
I loop my arms around his waist, holding him close.
Thankfully, he doesn’t pull away. If anything, he melts against me, letting out a small, contented sigh.
Eventually, I find my voice. “You’re really fucking lethal, May.”
He laughs, warm and soft, resting his forehead against mine. “You’re not so bad yourself, handyman.”
We collapse into each other, tangled and giggling, velvet and glitter everywhere, and for the first time in years, I actually feel at home. Even if my jaw is probably going to hurt for a week. Worth it. I’d do it all over again if he asked, and, fuck, I really hope he asks.
I stay there, blissed out, cradling May in my lap while he traces slow, absent loops in my chest hair. It’s ridiculous and perfect, and I never want to leave. I could get used to this. I could get used to him.
And if the rest of Sleighbell Springs hears about how I got absolutely ruined in the Sleigh Queen lounge today, so be it. Worth every second.