Chapter 13
Miles
“Y ou can do whatever you want to me.”
Whatever I want? He can’t possibly know how that gets my blood pumping. As if my mind wasn’t chaotic enough, now I have a million things I want to do to his body.
I don’t know what this rush is. He seems more than willing to mess around with me, but he makes me feral. I want his cock in my mouth and to be balls-deep in him all at once. I want every sexual experience he’s ever had to pale in comparison to what I do to him.
And I’m happy to see, given how much he’s leaking, that he’s just as eager.
Of course, from what I hear, that’s Dax in a nutshell.
Placing my hand on the back of his head, I pull him down to me, taking another kiss, lapping up the taste of whiskey and Coke, which he must’ve been drinking earlier at the party.
“You want…this mouth?” I ask between kisses. “I’m honestly not sure you can handle it.”
“I promise I can.” He sounds so fucking serious, I don’t doubt him.
“Don’t disappoint me. I want my cock in that ass before we get out of here.”
“I never disappoint.”
Only now, in a sick way, it feels like a challenge. Fuck, I’m a sadist.
I sit up, hooking my arms under his thighs and hoisting him into the air as I push to my feet beside the bed.
“Show-off,” he teases, but his expression is stoic as I carry him over to the desk in front of the window.
“Hook your legs around me,” I tell him, and again, he follows instructions so well, giving me a chance to clear some space before setting him down.
“Wasn’t expecting that,” he says.
“You didn’t think I was gonna be some boring bed lay, did you?”
“I doubt it would’ve been boring.”
“Let’s stick to what I need to know. You comfortable?”
“Aw, looking out for my ass? How sweet.”
“There’s only one thing I want to wreck tonight,” I assure him, and despite how confident and sure of himself he is, I notice the way his Adam’s apple bobs, like he’s wondering just how intense a fuck it’ll be. Guess he’ll find out.
His ass hangs off the edge of the desk slightly, lining up just right for my cock when I’m ready for him.
I consider removing the skirt and jock, and I might have if he didn’t look so fucking sexy with his cock poking out like this, twitching slightly, which makes my mouth water before I lean close and give him a lick.
Dax threads his fingers through my hair, moaning. “Fuck.”
I should be generous, but something wicked in me is in control of my movements.
I don’t know if it’s this chemistry between us or knowing how experienced he is, but I feel like I have something to prove tonight.
There’s also a villainous part of me that enjoys the thought of torturing his body, putting him through it so I’ll be branded on his memory for the rest of his fucking life.
A stain that’ll always be on him, an experience no shower will ever be able to rinse off.
With another sweep of my tongue, I slide up his shaft, and when I get to the head, I taste the salt of the precum that’s already there, let it linger on my tongue…
Of course he would taste this good. Of course it would leave me wanting more.
I suck at the head while cupping his balls, toying with them, and the way his cock hops up assures me he likes that.
Starting to wonder what the hell this guy doesn’t like.
I’m tempted to take him into my mouth, but I have one thing I need to be sure of first. “Don’t come until I tell you to.” It doesn’t just come out as an instruction, but a warning, as though I intend to punish him if he does. Maybe I will.
He peeks at me, and I’m waiting for him to make some smart-ass comment, but instead he says, “I won’t.”
“Promise?”
“Yes.”
His response satisfies me. I love him surrendering to what I want nearly as much as I enjoy leaving him on edge, controlling his experience.
As I slide him into my mouth, I unfasten my belt, undo my fly, giving myself some relief from how tight it’s been as my clothes restrained my crotch.
While I’m taking him deeper, I grab a condom from my back pocket, setting it on the desk before dragging my jeans and boxers down far enough that I can jerk myself some while his cock swells in my mouth.
His body shifts as he leans back. “Holy hell, Miles.”
His encouragement has me pumping with my head, and he subtly rocks his hips as I lose it, shifting up and down quickly, totally enjoying the way he feels against the insides of my cheeks, against my tongue, throbbing before I get another burst of precum.
I’m so fucking proud of it. I earned it.
“Fuck, you’re getting me way too close.”
I’m going right to the fucking edge, which is dangerous, but hell, even if the guy comes, I doubt he’d complain about a round two.
“Miles…” he says, his tone a warning, and I force myself to still. He groans. “Ah, I’m right there…like if you move, I swear I’m gonna…”
It’s just another challenge as he tightens his grip on my hair, as though he’s having to will himself to maintain control when all his body wants is release. But he knows I’m not ready for that, not just yet, and clearly, neither is he.
I wait until the tension in his cock eases up, his grip loosening, and I pull off, a thread of precum between my mouth and the head of his dick. I’m too greedy to miss any of it, licking the head and then my lips, then gazing at Dax, who’s got a death grip on the side of the desk.
“You were really pushing your luck there.” His expression is panicked, as though he was doing everything in his power to keep from blowing his load too soon. Which is so damn satisfying.
“I knew you’d be good. I told you not to come yet, right?”
There’s that desire in his eyes, that fun flare of excitement that hits me right in the chest, a burst that radiates through me, filling my cock as I roll on the condom. With my free hand, I grope at his ass.
“You’re so tight. I can just imagine what it’s gonna feel like when my hips are clapping against that.” I give it another slap just to give me an idea, and it makes me swell even more. I run my thumb from the cheek along the crease and lick my lips.
“What are you thinking?” Dax asks.
“I have some lube, or…” His eyes widen, like he already knows where I’m going with this. “Or…I feel like you might prefer spit so you can really feel me forcing you open.”
Did he just blush? Fuck, did I really make Dax Armstrong blush?
“The second option.”
I lean down, collecting as much saliva as I can manage, pushing his cheeks apart before getting a big wet one right in him. I give another, then spit in my palm and rub it over the condom, which has a little lube already. Just the right amount, I figure, as I push the head against his hole.
Sensation radiates in my pelvis, climbing. It’s like what his touch does to me, like I just needed to get inside this ass to relax.
There’s a bit of effort to get the head in, but the way Dax is rolling his head back, gasping, it’s nothing he can’t handle. And he takes me like the sex god he is.
Despite my desire to be drilling the fuck out of him, I take my time, opening him up steadily, paying close attention to his every move because as much as I want him to feel it, I don’t want to hurt the guy.
At least, not any more than he’d enjoy. And as much as I may have wanted to pummel him in the past, tonight I only want to give him pleasure.
And maybe torture him by refusing to let him come until I tell him it’s okay. Yes, I definitely want to do that.
While he’s gradually allowing me inside, I drink in his body, thinking of how I’ve assessed every inch of it in class, how I’ve obsessed over these thighs, the ridges in his abs, the lean muscle in his pecs. Taking it all in makes me swell in him, and he gasps, making me halt in place. “Too much?”
He seems surprised I’m checking in. “Oh, no, that’s not too much. That was the spot.”
Mmmm. I love knowing I’m the reason for his pleasure, and it seems to make his body open right up for me, until soon I’m balls-deep inside, watching his eyes roll back as he bites his lip.
I cup my hand behind his neck and draw him close.
“Why don’t you let me bite that for you?
” He doesn’t seem to know what I’m talking about, so I go in, placing his bottom lip between my teeth, tugging gently.
I start off with subtle movements. It’s clear that just my spit and the bit of lube I’ve used is making this more challenging, but his ass adjusts as I continue teasing my teeth along his lips.
When I can tell he’s ready, I give a good thrust, and as he calls out, “Fuck, Miles,” I crush my lips against his, holding him in place as I take what’s mine, broad thrusts in and out.
I slide my hand from his neck around to his throat, holding on as I speed up my movements.
“Fuck, you’re such a good bottom,” I admit as I revel in the grip his ass has on me, the way he surrenders to me.
I release his throat and lean back, hooking my thumbs under the jock, holding on to keep his ass in place as I keep fucking him.
I must not realize my own strength because soon the whole damn desk is rocking about, rattling as it hits the windowsill.
He reaches for his cock, but I seize his wrist. “No,” I say, swatting it away.
I take hold of him, stroking for him while I fuck, watching as he leaks into his navel. I slide my thumb across it and steal a taste.
Dax watches, panic in his expression as he warns, “I’m getting too close.”
“Not until I say.”
He grits his teeth. “Then you have to stop fucking me like that.”
The way his ass starts to tense up, I know I’m really pushing my luck here; he’s liable to blow at any moment, but I’m not finished with him, not yet.
I figure a change of position might help, so I lean down. “Put your arms around me.”
Again, he’s so good at following instructions.
I wrap my arms around his thighs, hoisting him into the air and carrying him over to the adjacent wall, pinning him against it.
He grips with his legs around my hips, and I wrap my arms around his torso, interlocking my fingers to keep him in place as I fuck.
I didn’t realize how satisfying it would be to have him like this, in complete control of his body, leaving him suspended midair as I maintain thrusts, watching him jerk about.
“I don’t know how the fuck you thought that was gonna help,” he says, his expression strained.
“You promised,” I remind him.
His eyes roll back, but I see a flash of worry—he’s about to lose control. He reaches for his cock, and I’m pleased when he stops himself.
“Good boy,” I tell him, and he twists up, his ass tightening again.
I’m mounting so fast, the urgency in me taking me close, and given how on edge he is, I know I have to fully enjoy this before I take him too far.
“You want to feel my cock pulsing in you as you take my cum?”
He opens his mouth to reply, but I must’ve hit him just right because he moans instead, throwing his head back against the wall. “Yes, fucking come. And then please let me come. Fuck, please, Miles. I can’t go much longer.”
“You’ll go as long as I say. You promised, remember?”
Somehow, despite the way he’s trembling in my hold, barely able to focus because of the way I’m working him up, he manages a nod. “Yes, yes, I won’t…”
Something about seeing just how obedient he is takes me too far, and it’s a powerful rush, heat surging through me before the final burst of sensation sends me over the edge. I release in a series of rapid thrusts, calling out so loudly, you’d think we weren’t in a packed frat house.
“Oh, please, Miles. I can’t… This is fucking…”
“Do it, go now,” I say, releasing him from his contract, and despite the fact that I’m still coming, I manage to control my gaze enough to watch him shoot a burst that jumps at me, hitting my chin before the threads streak across his abs.
That was plenty, but then there’s more, another burst that adds to the mess, and I cherish the sight, knowing how I kept it all pent up before allowing him to free it.
I take his lips once again, feeling his wet cum sliding from my chin onto his face in a series of messy kisses as we come down from the experience together, panting, breathless. I press my forehead to his, nuzzling into his face, totally and utterly satisfied.
“I think you just made a huge mistake,” I warn him.
“Huh?”
“Because if you think now that I’ve had this ass, I’m gonna give it any peace, you’re out of your fucking mind.”
I don’t give him a chance to respond, just keep kissing him, enjoying the pleasure that chases all the demons away.