Chapter 28
Dax
N o one’s touch has ever felt this good.
Every stroke of Miles’s skin against mine, every point of contact between us is somehow more.
Not just pleasure, though it definitely delivers on that front, but emotion I’ve never experienced.
Especially after what he shared with me.
I know how hard it is for Miles to let people in, and having him open up to me like that is indescribable.
“Touch me,” I beg, needing to feel him everywhere, not wanting an inch of my skin to go unexplored.
“I am.” He shoves my shirt up, brushing one thumb over each nipple. Pleasure vibrates through me, leaving little aftershocks in its wake. “You said I get to touch you as much as I want. That means I get to decide how much and when…unless you tell me otherwise.”
I don’t want to take my words back because I do want Miles to know he has free rein of my body.
I’m offering myself up to him, as eager for him to take what he wants as he is, but I also want everything right now, my body hungry and needy for the pleasure Miles can give me.
“You’re going to torture me, aren’t you? ”
“Maybe.” He gives me a mischievous grin. I love learning each of his smiles, each of his facial expressions and voices. He leans in, lashing his tongue over one of my nipples. “Do you consider this torture?”
My hands settle on his hips, a shiver running through me. “Yessss,” I hiss out.
“But you love it, don’t you? You love letting me do whatever I want to you, touch you when and how I want, making you go wild for me.”
“Kiss me, Miles.” He cocks a brow, and I say, “Please,” just before his mouth crushes against mine, his tongue slipping inside.
I pull him closer while he kisses the hell out of me, our cocks rubbing together as he grinds against me.
Kissing Miles is… I don’t even have the words.
His secrets still on his lips, this part of him that feels like is reserved for me.
I want whatever he’ll give me, want to take it all, to hold his truths and savor the way he feels.
When he pulls back, I try to tug him closer, but he just smirks. “Be a good boy, Dax.”
“I’m always good.”
“Show me.”
“What do you want me to do?”
“Take off your shirt,” Miles says and I do, letting it drop to the floor. “Now take off my shirt.”
I do the same for him, dying to touch him, wanting to pull him close, even more so now that I know about this deep pain he carries. I’d do anything to help him chase away his demons.
“Now get on your knees for me,” he instructs.
I kneel, my dick hard, rivaling the bulge beneath his jeans.
He looks down at me, his eyes intense and full of emotion.
It’s been a big night for him—for both of us, but for him even more—dating, being boyfriends, then sharing what he had.
I want to end it perfectly, want to be exactly what Miles needs, and I know how much I’ll love every second of it.
I open his jeans, then tug them along with his trunks down his thighs.
He’s hard as stone, his cock so thick and pretty, veiny and throbbing and making my mouth water.
“Lick it.”
“Yes, please.” I swipe my tongue across the head, tasting the precum waiting for me, before pressing my tongue to the base of his shaft and traveling up again. His skin is salty, his scent heady, and I want to devour him.
Miles threads his fingers through my hair, tilting my head backward.
I look up at him, mouth open. With his other hand, he guides his cock into my mouth, not fucking into me hard, but sliding in and out against my tongue.
“You’re so goddamned sexy. I think about you all the time, picture you when you’re not here with me. It’s fucking with my head.”
I pull off just to say, “You’re fucking with my head too,” then take him all the way in, bobbing on his dick, wondering if I’m driving Miles as wild as he’s driving me.
“You’re so good at that, so good at taking my cock.” He moans deeply, as if releasing all the pent-up tension and frustration in his soul. “You’re dying for it, aren’t you?” he whispers. “You want to jerk yourself off while you suck me?”
I nod, not taking my mouth off his cock.
“Soon. Not yet. Be good and wait a little longer for me.”
I’m pretty sure I’d wait forever if he wanted me to.
I grab his tight ass cheeks as Miles guides my head just the way he wants me.
He doesn’t take his gaze off me, the wildness that is Miles right there, but there’s more too—confusion, self-doubt, the pieces of him that he locks away.
I suck him like my life depends on how good his nut is, try to ignore the way my cock is aching and how bad I need to stroke it.
“You can touch yourself now. Let me see that pretty dick.”
I thought he’d never ask. I open my jeans, tug them and my jock down, wrap my hand around my precum-slick cock, and stroke. Before I have a chance to enjoy it, he pulls back, taking away my favorite treat.
“I wasn’t done with that. And no, I won’t come until you say I can.”
“That’s all you get for now. Come on. I have other plans in mind for you.”
So cruel, in the sexiest of ways…so Miles.
He pulls me to my feet, both of us stripping out of the rest of our clothes, before our mouths are on each other’s again, hands exploring, bodies rutting, feet stumbling as we kiss our way to his bedroom.
When we stumble into a wall, Miles laughs, and I swallow the sound, savor it, think about how much more he does that now than when I first met him.
We get to his room, and I bury my face in his neck, kissing and sucking on his skin. It blooms with heat, his hand on my ass, squeezing, before he delivers a sharp smack.
“Shit. Sorry. I’m going to mark you if I’m not careful.”
“Do it,” he says. “I don’t want you to stop.”
Those words make me dizzy with pleasure as I press my mouth to his skin again and suck, marking Miles…marking my boyfriend. The second I pull back, I see the red mark on his skin, my mark, this strange possessiveness coming over me.
“Now do me,” I tell him. “I want you on me too.”
Miles kisses me until I fall back on the bed. He lands on top of me, rutting against me while he sucks at my neck. Pain and pleasure mix inside me, shooting sparks through my neck, down my chest, as I moan at all the incredible sensations he’s giving me.
“God, I want to come,” falls from my lips.
“Not yet.” He nibbles at my lip, then smooths his hand up my chest until it rests on my throat. “Yes. Tighter,” I beg.
He squeezes, not restricting my breath, just keeping a firm grip. His other hand slides down my body, wrapping around my dick. As Miles strokes me, he tightens his hold on my throat a little more, my body arching toward him, dick so hard, balls so fucking full.
“You’re so beautiful like this,” he says, then, “What are we doing?” He sounds so amazed by this, by me, by us, and honestly, I am too. But I also don’t ever want him to question this, or himself. I really want Miles to know I’ll always be here for him, that he can always count on me.
When his hold loosens, I say, “You’re about to fuck your boyfriend…and make me come. I really wanna come.” I’m practically whining. I’ve never been the kind of guy to be desperate, but I am for him.
He chuckles softly. “You want this dick?”
I want more than just his dick. Surely, he must know that.
“Please let me have your dick. I want it so bad. My hole is so fucking hungry for you.”
His pupils flare, alight with hunger, and he grabs the lube from the drawer.
I roll to my back, legs spread, stroking my aching dick.
“I didn’t say you could touch that.” He slicks his cock.
“Please. I’m so fucking horny.”
“You’re always horny for a dick.”
“Your dick.” Who in the fuck ever thought I’d have a monogamous relationship? I sure as shit didn’t, but I can’t imagine wanting anyone else but Miles.
“It’s my hole. Only I can fuck it.” He pulls my legs over his shoulders. “Only I get to breed it.”
He sounds as greedy for me as I feel for him, and I want him to have whatever he wants.
To take it.
The only way I’ll be satisfied is knowing I’ve fully satisfied him.
“Yes. Give me what I want, Miles,” I beg.
“What are you doing to me?” he asks, before the blunt head of his cock presses against my rim.
I relax my body, and he works his way inside, pressing his mouth to mine in gentle but hungry kisses while he tells me what a good hole I am for him and how much he wants me.
We breathe out together when he’s fully inside, my body stretched just the way I like.
Miles pulls back and thrusts forward again, fucking into me with everything he has, sometimes kissing, sometimes not, his body slapping against mine on the shaking bed.
“Yeah. Fuck. So good. No one dicks me down like you.”
“Like your boyfriend,” he reminds me.
“Yes, boyfriend. Fuck me harder.”
He doesn’t disappoint. He never does. His dick hits my spot, my whole body sensitive and tingling. I’m so fucking close to busting my nut, Miles’s neck corded as he’s concentrating on me, on what he’s doing to me.
“God, you’re amazing. Love fucking this ass. Just me. Only me,” Miles says, a sexy grit to his voice.
I hear his desperation, how much he needs me tonight, and I assure him, “Just you.”
He pulls back enough so he can spit on my cock. “Stroke it.”
“Fucking gladly.” The first stroke almost sends me over the edge. My hand on my dick, coupled with the feel of Miles inside me, pegging my prostate…it’s all too much and not enough. I’m ready to shoot but want it to last all night.
“You gonna come for me? Do it. You only come when I say you can, don’t you?”
“You know I do.” Having Miles tell me what to do, when I can come, gets me going like nothing else and he knows it.
“Then do it. You don’t get my load until you give me yours.”
My eyelids flutter, heart racing, all that sensation wrapping around me until I can’t help but give in, jacking my dick through my orgasm, my cum landing on my stomach, my chest, even on my neck.
“So fucking sexy,” Miles says, fucking harder, until he’s losing himself to his orgasm too, dick twitching as he pumps a fat load deep within me, emptying all his darkness, giving it to his sunshine.
Miles lies down beside me, pulling me close, his dick slipping out of me.
I love the way he holds me. It’s all need, just like he needed to take and control my release, and I can feel in the way he holds me that he was finally able to let go of all that tension.
Pride bursts in my chest, knowing I have this power.
That he’s always terrified of pulling me into the darkness, yet somehow I always shine brightest when I’m with him.
“Best. Date. Ever,” I tell him, earning a laugh.
“The next one will be even better.”
“Promise?”
“Actually, the next one’s on you, so it might not be quite as good.”
I laugh. “Asshole.”
“I know,” he whispers against my flesh before nuzzling my neck, breathing me in.
As much as I love surrendering to him, in this moment, he’s surrendering to me, his body betraying all his usual assholery and defensiveness, and giving himself to me.
“Thank you for tonight,” I say, but he’s breathing so deeply, I don’t know if he heard me before he fell asleep.