Chapter 12
Dax
W ho would have thought I’d get Miles Tanner dancing with me in the middle of a party?
I can see it, the part of him that wants to let loose, to have fun, but it’s almost like he doesn’t know how.
He’s got himself locked up tight, the walls around him tall and almost impenetrable.
I’ve never been the type to want to break through someone’s self-imposed cage, never cared to take the time to tear down their walls brick by brick, but I’ve realized I want to do that with Miles.
I want to make him smile, laugh, come, over and over again.
But more than that, I want to find a way to make him happy because I’m not sure anyone has ever taken the time to try and make Miles happy before.
It’s my goal to be the one who does it for him.
I glance over my shoulder and see he’s still following me, down the hallway and to the stairs.
He doesn’t try to catch up, watching and following me like he did the night he helped me home, only this time I know he’s there.
I try one of the first rooms upstairs, but there’s a threesome on the bed, while a group of guys smoke weed and play video games.
That won’t do. Why couldn’t the party have been at our frat tonight? I could have taken him to my room.
As I reach the last room, a guy and a girl walk out. He holds his fist up and says, “You’re up, bro,” with a sloppy grin.
“Thanks, man.” I slip inside, Miles right behind me. He doesn’t have his beer with him anymore. “Look what we have here…an empty room.” I click the lock. “Now that you have me here, what are you going to do with me?”
I swear his eyes blaze with heat, fast and potent, the fire growing inside me too. I’m already at a half-chub just from how we were dancing, but the intense want in Miles’s blue eyes makes my blood pump harder, and it’s all heading to one place.
“Been thinking about your hole all night.” He takes a slow step toward me, then another, like a predator stalking his prey.
“It’s a really good hole. Nice and tight.
” I head toward the window. There’s about half a foot of space in front of the window, beside a desk that’s pushed up against it.
I settle beside the desk, looking out at everyone partying in the backyard below, my ass pressed out, just letting him look, pretending I’m not dying to hear what he’ll say next.
Something about Miles is exciting, and turning someone like him on so much is an unexpected rush I want to keep feeling.
He seems like he doesn’t give a fuck about anything or anyone, so I didn’t expect him to be this passionate when it comes to sex, but he is, and that pushes all my fucking buttons.
He doesn’t stop moving until he’s right behind me. Miles places his hand on my hip, tugging my ass closer. His thick, fat cock is hard against my ass, and I have to fight myself not to rub against him. I’m trying to be patient.
“I’ll be the judge of that.” I shiver as Miles’s breath brushes my cheek, his teeth nipping into my lobe.
“But I also told you I wanted you to suck me off next time. That wouldn’t be very nice of you not to fulfill my desire.”
His fingers dance up and down my torso. I bite back my moan, not ready to let him know how much he’s getting to me, how much my dick is already aching, my hole begging for his attention.
“Now, come on, Dax. I never claimed to be nice.” He slips his fingers up my torso, and I can’t stop myself from giving him a hungry sound, from pushing my ass against his dick.
I’m pressed against the window, wondering if anyone can see us, if anyone will look up and know that Miles Tanner is behind me, making me tremble with need.
“Dance on my dick again. Let me see what you can do.”
One of the things that gets me off the most is pleasing whoever I’m with.
When it comes to sex, I can take any role and love every second of it.
More dominant or submissive? I got you covered.
Top or bottom? I’m an expert at both. Sucking dick, jerking off, threesomes, moresomes, whatever it is, nothing makes me bust my nut like making someone else feel good, being whatever they need, and with Miles, I can tell he likes being in control. I can give him that.
“Like this?” I ask, rolling my hips and wiggling my ass against his groin.
“Yes,” he answers, slightly breathless, and I can’t help but smile, knowing I’m affecting him this much. “Bend over some more,” he says, and I do. “You’re real good at listening.”
I smirk. “I can be naughty if you’d rather.”
“I have no doubt you can.”
I keep moving against him. Miles slips his thigh between my legs, and I ride him, watching all the people below as I do. Unlike Colin and Ash, being watched isn’t something I seek out, but it’s not something I dislike either.
His fingers tease the edge of my skirt. “I’ve been wondering all night what you’re wearing under here.”
“I know.” I grin. “You think I haven’t felt your eyes on me? I know how much you want me. I think you’ve wanted me all along.”
“Such a tease.” He bites at my ear again.
I lift one arm behind me, wrapping my hand around his neck. “Are you going to look? Or should I tease you some more?” I haven’t stopped moving this whole time, continuing to dance on him, savoring the feel of his dick sliding up and down my crease.
Miles curses, then lowers a hand, pushing the fabric up, not stopping until he gets to the jock I’m wearing beneath my skirt.
“Fuck.” He leans back, and I know he’s looking at my left cheek, the one he’s got uncovered. Miles gives it a swat, the sting racing straight to my dick and making me grow harder. He pulls me away from the window, his pupils blown wide, this almost frenzied look of desire on his face.
“Want me all to yourself? I gotchu.” I grin.
Miles tugs me closer to the bed, sits down on it, then turns me around. “Hold it up,” he says, and I do, pulling my skirt over my ass so he can see it. He growls, smacks my other ass cheek, then bites me. The pain is sharp, but oh so fucking good.
“Fuck, you’re killing me,” I tell him, surprised at how frantically I want him, at the way he’s already got me ramped up on high when we’ve only just begun.
After he delivers another smack to my ass, I can’t help but rub my dick through the jock pouch, palming it, squeezing it, craving the friction.
“I didn’t say you could touch that.”
“Then you do it for me.” I turn around and straddle him. His strong hands move to my ass, kneading and squeezing my cheeks. I grab his right wrist, pulling until he’s palming my dick. Miles leans up and tries to kiss me, but I pull back. “I want you to touch my dick first.”
“But you were doing so good at listening.”
“I’ll still listen.” I smile. “Please touch it.” I hope I’m reading this right, hope he’s getting as much out of this as me.
“Ask me again,” he orders.
“Please touch my cock.”
The hungry way he’s looking at me tells me he can’t deny me, deny himself. Miles pulls the band on my jock away from my skin, my dick free and pointing up now that it has more space to do so. He spits on it, which is one of my favorite things, then wraps his hand around my shaft and strokes.
“Fuck…yes. Like that.”
This time when he leans forward, I let him take my mouth. Miles pushes his tongue inside, like he’s trying to claim me, like I’m his possession and he’s trying to prove it to me. I rut against him, let him kiss the hell out of me while he strokes my pulsing cock.
I love that he’s not trying to get me to run anymore, that he’s not telling me to stay away. I want to chase this feeling, the pure pleasure I get from this man that I don’t understand but want to figure out.
I push him onto his back. Miles doesn’t let me get the upper hand, though, jerking me down with him, fingers threaded through the hair at the back of my head and taking my mouth again.
I thrust against him, fuck myself into his hand, my precum slicking the way.
Every time I’m about to come, he pulls off, slows his strokes or releases my cock, making me moan a complaint into his mouth.
He doesn’t listen, and the truth is, I don’t want him to.
The way he’s edging me is making me lose my mind with pleasure.
“You’re not allowed to come until I’m inside you.” He smiles wickedly, and again, I’m glad to be the one to make him do that.
“Then get that thick cock inside me.”
“You want me up in that ass?” he asks, smacking it again.
“You know I do.”
He’s still stroking, still teasing me, getting me closer and closer to the edge. “I thought you wanted me to suck you?”
My cock twitches in his hold. I had told him he had to suck me next time, but now I’m greedy for his dick. “I want that too. You can do both. Give me your mouth and don’t let me come, then fuck me. My ass is so good.”
Miles chuckles. “All you’re doing is making me want to hurry and be all up inside you.”
Good point. I didn’t think that through. My whole damn body is buzzing with the need to come, though, and I don’t care anymore how he makes that happen as long as I get my nut.
“You can do whatever you want to me.” I nip at his ear, like he’d done to me, and feel him jolt beneath me. “Just make me come.”
I swear I feel electricity pulse through his body at my words, and I know whatever it is, it’s going to be good.