Chapter 22
Dax
I wake up before Miles, his body still wrapped around mine, morning wood nestled nicely against my ass, his warm breath on my neck.
Last night was…different for us…for me, and I’m trying to work out what that means, what I want it to mean, and how scared I should be. Normal scared, or freaking-the-fuck-out scared?
Does Miles feel it too? He must be. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have shared the truth about the fire.
Thinking about the repercussions he faced pisses me the fuck off.
Even though he copped to it, I can’t get over how bad everyone treated him afterward, how bad they still treat him.
He’s prickly and keeps to himself, doesn’t open up easily, and sometimes rubs people the wrong way.
These things made it easy for people to see him as a villain, and though I couldn’t have known any better, I hate that I didn’t push back more, even if only to remind everyone it was an accident.
Sure, I always tried to be decent to Miles, but I didn’t try to get to know him until recently.
Last night he seemed so grateful, so awed simply because I believed him.
I can’t imagine how that would feel—just needing someone to believe in you—and I vow to make sure I always believe in him.
We all need someone in our corner, and I want to be that person for Miles, just like he was that person for me last night.
We might show it in different ways—Miles with anger and aloofness, me with jokes and sexual innuendo—but we both need someone to be there for us, someone to make us feel less alone.
He moans behind me, a sleepy sound that tells me he’s waking up, his hold on me tightening for a moment, before loosening again.
I shift to face him, Miles’s eyes fluttering open, mysterious and unsure. “You’re a very good cuddler,” I tease.
His brows pinch together. “Take it back,” he jokes.
“Nope. It’s true. You’re cuddly as shit. I can’t remember the last time I slept so well. You could charge for these if you wanted.”
He rolls on top of me, my back pressed to the mattress. “You want me to cuddle with other people? But then, I guess we did only promise exclusive dick and ass.”
Something twinges in my chest, though he’s right.
That’s all we promised, and I’m the one participating in the stupid auction tonight.
Yes, it’s for a good cause, but I’ll be going on a date with someone…
and Miles told me I should do it. He acted like it didn’t matter at all, so I shouldn’t be lying here feeling some kind of way over a joke I made about him charging for cuddling.
“I guess so,” I say, not liking the sound of my own voice. If Miles notices, he doesn’t show it. Clearly, I’m the only one being a fucking weirdo right now, and I need to get my shit together. “Didn’t you promise me some dick in ass, though?” I quirk a brow, and he grins.
“I did indeed. But I’ll make you wait for it until after breakfast.”
“What?” I complain as he climbs off me. My dick is hard and throbbing already, and seeing Miles’s sexy ass walk confidently away doesn’t help. “That’s not fair,” I whine, following him.
“What about me makes you think I’m fair?” he teases.
“Good point. You do like to torture me.”
“You like it when I torture you.”
He’s not wrong. “You’ve made a masochist out of me.”
“You made it easy,” he says with a smile.
We go into the bathroom together. I take a piss while Miles digs out a new toothbrush from under the sink and sets it down for me. We swap places, him going to the bathroom while I wash my hands and brush my teeth, and then he does the same afterward.
We joke around before heading back into his room, Miles tossing me a pair of shorts. It’s wild how we just…spend time together now, have fucking sleepovers, like this isn’t just what it is.
“Do you like pancakes?” Miles asks.
“That depends. Do you have chocolate chips to put in them?”
He frowns.
I flutter my lashes.
He shakes his head, then says, “I’m sure I do.”
“It’s fun to get my way. You make me wait for dick, and I’ll pester you all day.”
“You’re very good at it.”
“That might be the sweetest thing you’ve ever said to me.”
“You have a strange idea of sweet.”
I cross my arms. “And you don’t? I think we both look at things a little differently than other people.” I didn’t realize how much I did until him.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he plays it off, but we both know he does.
We make chocolate-chip pancakes, then eat at the table, an ease between us that wasn’t here only a month ago.
“What time do you have to be at Activate Kindness?” he asks, looking at his pancakes, cutting off a bite.
“Early. Like two? I promised I’d help set up, and then we have a rehearsal for the auction.” Since the first auction they put on, the event has steadily become better organized.
He finishes his pancakes, gets up, and walks to the trash without looking at me. Um…what the fuck? “What was that?” I ask, doing the same as him, walking over and scraping my plate.
“What was what?” He moves to the sink.
“I don’t know. You’re being weird.”
“I’m always fucking weird, Dax.”
I roll my eyes. “In a different way.” Is this about the auction? Does he not want me to do it? And why is there a small part of me that hopes that’s true?
“I’m not being any weirder than usual.”
“Do you…not want me to go to the auction?”
I swear, it looks like he practically sneers. “Why would I care about that? As long as your ass stays mine, you’re fulfilling your commitment to me.”
My commitment to him. Right, okay. Well, that’s a good reminder of exactly what this is between us, even if we do share parts of ourselves we don’t with others. Friends with benefits, for fuck’s sake. Why am I acting like something is wrong with that? I’m very fucking good at friends with benefits.
“Am I going to get to fulfill my commitment to you before I go?” We slept late today, and I still need to go home and get ready.
“Bathroom. Now.”
Heat skitters across my skin. He promised I’d be full of his load for this auction, and I’m counting on it.
“You’re lucky I like listening to you.” I head toward the en suite in his room, assuming he’s giving me time to freshen up before things get started.
“I know.”
I nearly stumble into the wall, not only because I didn’t expect him to admit that, but also because I didn’t know he was following me.
Miles catches me, hands on my arms, keeping me in place. “Oops. Good thing I was here to save you.”
He knows? He knows? Is Miles really saying he knows he’s lucky? Jesus. I’ve never been this confused about a guy in my whole life. “Yeah. Good thing.”
When we get to the bathroom, Miles turns on the shower, then starts stripping.
My dick starts to chub because being around a naked Miles is a beautiful thing.
I love the way his thick cock hangs between his legs, love his big balls and how it feels to nuzzle my face into them.
Every dip and valley of muscle, his tight ass, his shoulder blades.
Why the fuck are his shoulder blades so hot?
“Are you getting in?” The smirk on his face tells me he knows I was admiring him.
“Asshole,” I bite out, then get into the shower, followed by Miles.
He takes the soap, washing me up and paying extra attention to my ass and unbelievably hard cock. I should not be this turned on over a shower with him, the bastard. He’s still wearing that knowing smirk, clearly enjoying how easy it is for him to torture me.
“My turn.” He hands the soap over, and I don’t have to be asked twice before I’m lathering him up, savoring the feel of his skin beneath my hands, his muscles moving and constricting and the way his hardening cock twitches every time I touch or stroke it. “Get my balls real good too.”
“But I like them when they’re sweaty.” I grin.
He chuckles. “Next time.”
“Are you going to kiss me or what?”
“I don’t know. Maybe.”
“Maybe?” Realization hits me. “You motherfucker. You’re not going to do it now because you know I want it.”
“We’ll see. I haven’t decided if I’m going to give you what you want yet.”
I growl, but my traitor dick flexes, and though I didn’t think it was possible, the damn things hardens more.
Once we’re all clean, Miles hands me a towel before taking one for himself, the two of us drying off.
“Get on the bed,” he orders.
“Um. Yes, please.” I jog away, more excited than I should be, Miles making me laugh by swatting my ass as I go. God, he’s so fucking fun. Who would have thought?
I lie on my back, hand stroking my shaft, as he slowly walks over as if we have all day.
“I told you I’d make sure you’re all full of cum before the auction, and I meant it.
I want you to smell like me all day.” He grabs the lube from the drawer and sets it on the mattress beside me.
“When you’re on that stage, when people are bidding on you, I want us both to remember who your ass belongs to. ”
He climbs on the bed, straddling me. I’m practically trembling with desire for him, my whole body sensitive and eager. “It’s yours.”
“Damn right it is.” He leans over, face so fucking close to mine that I think he’ll kiss me, but he doesn’t. Miles rests his forehead against mine, rubs his nose against mine, and then we’re cheek to cheek. “You really want to kiss me, don’t you?”
“You know I do.” I’m more breathless than I should be.
“I think maybe we’ll save that until after the auction. It’ll give you something to look forward to.”
“Please,” I whisper as he ghosts his lips so close to my own, I feel his breath, can practically taste him.
“Please what?”
“Please kiss me.”
“Be a good boy and be patient. Can you do that for me?” He licks a path down my neck, nibbles my collarbone, making my body bow upward. “I think you can.”
“Yes…” I manage to get out. “Yes, I can be a good boy.”
“I know you can.”
Miles licks his way down my torso, not kissing me the way I want, but letting his mouth torture me in other ways. When he gets to my cock, I expect him to torture me some more, but he doesn’t, sucking me clear to the back of his throat.
“Fuck, Miles. So good.” My hand fists in his hair, not holding back as I pull.
“I’ve got a great mouth, don’t I? Too bad I can’t kiss you. Maybe this will be good enough.”
He sucks me again, bobbing on my dick like the expert he is.
My hand is still in his hair, mouth open, hungry sounds spilling out as I writhe and come undone beneath him.
Miles is so fucking good at sex, the best I’ve ever had, his mouth driving me just as wild as I know his cock will when he fucks me.
He nuzzles my balls, sucks them, then goes back to my dick again.
My heels dig into the mattress. I already want to come, but I know that’s not what Miles will want, and I so, so very much want to be a good boy for him.
He pulls off my dick, and I cry out, begging for it back. “Suck me.”
“No. I’m filling your ass with my load, remember? And you’re not allowed to come until I’m deep in that pretty ass of yours. Turn over.”
It takes me about a tenth of a second to get ass up for him. Okay, maybe I’m exaggerating, but I’m quick, needing Miles to fill me the way he promised.
“This will be fast and hard.”
I’m on my hands and knees, him behind me. Miles licks down my spine.
“You can come at any time as long as my dick is inside you when you do.”
“Yesss,” I hiss, his finger rubbing against my rim. He flicks open the lube, and it’s only seconds later that he’s pushing what feels like two slick fingers into my ass. “Just fuck me,” I tell him. He’s done it enough by now to know what my body can take.
“You dying for this cock?” he asks as I push back against his fingers, fucking myself on them.
“Yes. You know I am. Want your cum. Want it deep inside me.”
I drop my head against the mattress when his fingers are gone, hating the empty feeling, but then the lube falls to the bed again, telling me he’s used it, and a second later, his fat, hard cock is pushing right into where we both want him.
“Fuck…Miles…so good.”
“ You’re so good. So good at taking my dick. At being my little cum dump. At keeping this ass for me.” He grabs my hips, pulling out, then thrusting into me again.
“You promised me hard and fast,” I say, voice choppy with his thrusts, my dick bobbing and leaking.
“I wouldn’t want to break my promise now, would I?”
That’s all it takes for him to let loose, strong fingers gripping me, tight enough to leave welcomed bruises as Miles fucks into me the way he said he would.
The bed is shaking, each stroke of his cock against my prostate making me see stars.
I feel floaty, like I’m strung out for him, but in a good way that makes me feel better than anything ever has.
I spit into my hand, stroking my dick as he pistons his hips, railing me the way I crave. There’s not a chance in hell I’ll last long, though I wish this could last forever.
He changes the angle, and it’s exactly what I need. “Fuck, right there. Just like that.” I stroke faster, my vision blurring.
“Look at this ass, taking my cock like it was made for it. Was your ass made for my dick, Dax?”
“Yes, God yes,” I say just before my whole world explodes, my orgasm splintering me apart. “Fuck. So good. So goddamned good.”
“Me too. Fuck, me too. Gonna give it all to you.” His hold on me changes, feels different as he pumps through his orgasm, pushing spurt after spurt of cum inside me.
“Be good and take it all,” he tells me as I collapse onto my stomach.
Miles follows me down, working into me all the jizz he can get.
“There you go. You’re gonna be all full for me today. ”
“Yes,” I say, wishing like hell I had time for a nap.
Miles chuckles like he can read my mind, then kisses my shoulder.
If I could, I wouldn’t leave this bed for the rest of the day.