Chapter 20
Soon I figure out what ’s coming next. —Noah Hardaway
Ages. It feels like ages. That’s how long the two of us just lie there in the fort of mats and blankets Milo created for us, his large body wrapped around my smaller one.
We’re both naked except for our boxers, and the rain beats softly on the roof above us, timing out a pattern of noise that soothes any anxiety I feel anytime Milo sees me naked.
He told you he liked you exactly the way you are. Believe him, I always try to tell myself.
And it’s hard not to believe him as he circles my body with his hands, moving stealthily from my hip up to my shoulder with his thick palms and fingers. “You’re perfect,” he whispers against my ear, as if he can read my mind. I’m starting to wonder if he actually can.
I nuzzle back against his shoulder. “Is this the strangest place you’ve ever been naked with someone?” I ask him.
He makes a humming noise. “Probably not,” he finally says. “I was a dancer, remember? I’ve changed clothes next to people in cellars. Back bathrooms. One time we were in the middle of a restaurant kitchen.”
I start laughing as I picture that, and Milo slowly unwinds his body from mine until he’s kneeling above me on our pile of mats. “Are you warm now?” he asks.
I pop up an eyebrow. “If I wasn’t, the view alone would heat me right up.”
Milo grins and sits up on his knees as he starts pushing down the elastic of his boxers, so slowly that he’s barely moving them.
“I don’t want to pressure you, Noah,” he says.
“Let’s make it clear right now: whatever clothing you want to stay on stays on.
Whatever you want to do or don’t do is what we do. ”
Those are exactly the words I need to hear right now. I push my boxers down my legs, then draw up my knees against my chest so I can get them off the rest of the way. I toss them off to the side of me, and just like that, I’m naked. Fully exposed in front of Milo Warner.
His eyes never leave mine as he stands and pushes his boxers down past his ankles, to the floor, before he leans down to chuck them away too. Every inch of him, every section of muscle and fat and bone, is above me, and I photograph it all in my mind, saving and savoring the images.
Then Milo kneels right in front of my cock.
“So beautiful,” he whispers from beneath my thighs, down on his knees like he’s worshipping me.
“So perfect in every single damn way.” He licks his way up my thigh, sending sparks across my entire body, and I let out some kind of sound I’ve never even heard come out of my body before.
Every single inch of me is on edge, like I’m a runner at a starting block, my nerve endings all poised to burst off in a race on a course I’ve never run before.
Milo keeps teasing me, drifting his tongue around my body: my perineum, my balls, my hips, my thighs.
I clutch at his shoulders, pulling my knees more tightly toward my body, and just when I’m convinced I’m going to blow my load before he ever actually touches my dick, he leans forward and swallows me down.
Holy shit. Holy, holy, holy shit. Those are the only words my mind can process as Milo takes me down deep into his throat and holds me there inside his mouth.
He’s swallowed every inch of me yet again.
He’s done this a few times since the first time he dropped my pants in our kitchen, and every single time he does, my heart starts racing so fast I’m sure it’s about to give out.
He thrusts his tongue forward just enough to set my mind on fire, and I cry out.
He starts moving his tongue again, swirling it around my length down to the base of my cock. The movement, the sparks of tension, the warmth, the heat… I’m going to lose it. I’m going to lose it if he doesn’t stop soon.
“Milo. Milo. Milo.” I press into his shoulders, and he pulls off quickly, studying me.
“Are you okay? Am I hurting you?”
“Hell no.” I burst out laughing. “The opposite, okay?”
“Okay, then.” He leers at me, his expression dark, light, soft, hard, all at the same time. “Chucks,” he whispers. “Don’t you know that’s what we’re going for here?”
“Maybe that’s what you’re going for.” I reach down my own body, searching until my finger is pressing against that area, that tight, pink area nobody but me has ever touched before. “I’m going for a little bit more,” I add softly.
Milo and I have spent a lot of time together in bed lately, but we’ve kept our explorations to the same body parts.
Milo always seems worried about pushing me further than I’m ready to go.
But today, in this rainstorm? While the world swirls outside us, filled with chaos and uncertainty and unanswered texts and calls?
Today I’m ready for more exploration.
Milo nods. “Chucks,” he whispers. “Have you ever been touched there by somebody else?” He wraps his large palm under my chin, leans in for a kiss, capturing my mouth with his twirling tongue before he quickly pulls back from me again.
“No!” I basically shout.
“You want me to touch you there? You want me to touch your hole? You want me to be the first?”
“Yes!” The sound comes out like a squeak, like I’m some kind of little mouse.
I don’t care, I realize. Mice are clever.
They’re survivors. They’re smart and strong, and they do whatever they have to do to live in a world that’s been built to destroy them.
I’ve spent so many years feeling weak and small, and suddenly, right now in this moment, I love being exactly this size.
I love being small enough that Milo can wrap his hand around me, wrap his mouth around me.
I love being the person that Milo can kneel over and hold so fully, so completely.
I gasp as I suddenly feel it: a finger that’s very much not mine. This one is slightly calloused, large enough for me to easily recognize, and it’s roaming around the nerve endings at the edge of my hole.
“We’re going to go slowly, Noah,” Milo whispers. “I want you to know I’d never hurt you.”
“I know that!” I practically shout the words and then instinctively glance over to make sure I haven’t scared the dog. We’re being loud as fuck, but Bear is curled up on her blankets asleep, completely oblivious.
“I feel a little dirty,” I whisper to Milo. “The dog is in the room, you know.”
Milo laughs out loud. “She’s not paying attention to us.” The pattering of rain is still hitting the roof above us in sharp slaps, and Milo keeps teasing at the edge of my hole. Then I hear a loud spattering sound as he spits into his hand.
It takes me a minute, but soon I figure out what’s coming next.
He leans down, touches his finger to the edge of my body, and pushes ever so slightly inside, just as he matches his tongue to where his finger is and starts slowly swirling it around that spot.
My entire body lights up and jumps off the starting block as I watch the scene below.
What’s happening to me right now… every nerve inside me is humming at high speed as I stare down at the scene taking place here.
I’m in the most vulnerable position I’ve probably ever been in in my life, knees up against my chest, that small cock I’ve always been so embarrassed about hard against my body.
Milo Warner controls every single inch of me right now with his mouth, his hands, his whole being, and I’ve never wanted anything more.
“Milo. Oh, Milo.” His finger is barely an inch into me, but already I know it’s too much. “Milo, I…”
And that’s when Milo leans up and swallows me again, taking me deep inside his mouth.
I come so hard it hurts, thrusting upward while his finger keeps up its slow exploration before I feel it exiting my body.
Milo takes me through the waves, and I open my eyes long enough to realize he’s moved one hand down to his own cock.
I watch as he strokes himself. One, two, three—and then he’s riding the waves with me, both of us cresting them together over and over again.
And then the waves push us fully onto the shore, and the ride is over. Milo collapses against me, drawing me into him, molding the front of my body deeply against his until it’s like he’s some sort of protective wrap keeping the rest of the world at bay.
“Chucks,” he whispers. “I need you to hear me when I tell you this. Whatever happens between us, or between our families, a part of you will always belong to me. I’m ready to take on that asshole Ezra anytime you need me to, just like I did in front of that elevator, and this time I’m not handing you my card and walking away.
If you’ll let me, I want to stand beside you and make sure he never, ever keeps you hidden from the world in any way ever again. ”
It takes me a moment to process the words he’s saying to me and fully move through what they mean.
Milo Warner, as always, wants to step in as the knight on the white horse, ready to save the day.
But I understand the stakes of the battle he’s talking about right now.
He’s gone up against someone like Ezra once before, and I know what the loss cost him.
Yet here he is, in a chilly storage shed wrapped in yoga blankets, telling me he’d do it all again for me.
“Whatever you say, Alpha,” I murmur, and Milo makes a sound that’s halfway between a groan and a laugh as he pulls me even harder against his body.
“Damn straight, Omega,” he murmurs in my ear.
We’re both just lying there together, listening to the rain, when my phone buzzes. My heart speeds up as I look at Milo, and he nods encouragingly. I sit up and pull my phone from the pocket of my jeans, take a deep breath, and then I squint at the screen.
“What the hell?” I blurt out.
Milo frowns as I pass him the phone. Maybe he can make more sense of the words there than I can.
Unknown Number
Kiddo, sorry I went MIA! My phone fell into a hotel pool and Ezra had to get me a new one. Can you even believe it? Anyway, good news, I think. I’ve talked things over with Ezra some more, and I’m finally ready to announce my candidacy. Can’t wait to tell you more! Call me soon?
“What the hell?” Milo whispers.
My thought exactly.