Chapter 8
Milo
“So what are you suggesting?” I try to keep my voice steady, even. I think I know exactly what he’s suggesting. In fact, I’m sure I know. I just need to hear it from him. I need to see those lips form the words, need to hear it off his tongue.
“I think you know…”
“I know.” I sigh. “Please just tell me, in your own words, what it is that you want.”
He opens his mouth, and I can practically hear the snarky comment forming. “I’m serious, Beau.”
That shuts him up.
“I don’t know, Milo,” he starts, suddenly acting much too shy for someone who just suggested we sleep together.
“I just think your first time should be with someone who makes it special for you. I think you deserve to have someone take their time with you, to really make sure you enjoy yourself. The dating apps are great if you’re just looking for a quick hookup. But I feel like that isn’t you.”
“We’ve known each other for, like, two weeks.” I let out a hollow chuckle.
“Are you saying you really want a random hookup as your first time?” he asks me, his brow rising nearly to his hairline.
Okay, he’s got me there. But sleeping with my teammate? Yeah, he’s attractive. Incredibly attractive. He’s exactly my type, or what I always imagined my type to be. But that would make things messy. Am I actually considering this?
I say as much, and he lets out a rough chuckle.
“I have my own rule about sleeping with teammates. I get it. But I’m a big boy. I can separate sex and feelings just fine if you can.”
That’s the thing, though. I don’t know if I can. I’ve never had to before.
“Look,” Beau says, grabbing my hand and giving it a small squeeze, “I’m not going to pressure you if you really don’t want to. Just know the offer stands.”
He stands and starts to walk away, but I reach out and grab his wrist, pulling him back toward me. Fear of the unknown suddenly seems smaller than fear of never knowing him. His brows lift as he looks back at me.
“If we do this,” I start, refusing to meet his eyes, “we should have rules, right? So we don’t cross any lines?”
His eyes soften, and he smiles.
“Yeah, man, we can have rules.”
“I want to be…” I start, then shame hits me like a wave. God, how do I ask this? “I want … you know?” Why couldn’t I just say it? It’s a simple request and definitely something that should be established before we do anything.
“You want me to fuck you?” His smile is almost a smirk, confidence rolling off him as he looks at me. I give a small nod. Maybe he knows me better than I thought. “You’re not nervous about…?” He pauses, and his face flushes hard.
“No, I have a thing.” Both his brows shoot up, and we sit in this weird, agreeable silence while I wait for him to pick up what I’m hinting at.
This time, though, he stays quiet, nodding at me as if to encourage the confession.
My face burns. “You know, a … dildo.” I whisper it like it’s a dirty word.
I bought it when I was eighteen, and I shouldn’t be ashamed of what I like.
He stands stiff for a moment before abruptly turning and heading toward the bedrooms, with a surprising amount of determination.
“Where are you going?” I call after him as I scramble to my feet. He marches straight into my room, pushing open the door.
“I need to see it,” he says. “I need to know how big it is. I need to know what color it is.” I skid to a stop just outside the doorway, watching in horror as he reaches into my bedside table and pulls out my eight-inch sparkly purple dildo.
He grips it in one hand and looks up at me slowly.
Holding the dildo, affectionately named Heath, he stares at me.
I open my mouth to explain, but all that comes out is a mortified whisper: “I thought it was pretty.” I blush furiously.
He starts walking toward me. Stalking more accurately.
His eyes are focused and, god, it looks like he wants to devour me.
We haven’t even gotten to talk about any other rules.
“We should talk more, right? More rules?” I ask.
“Is that what you want?” he asks, eyes hungry.
I watch him for a moment before shaking my head. I meet his gaze, feeling suddenly powerful, and dare him to take me.
He grabs my arms and pulls me to him, capturing my mouth in a searing kiss.
Well, fuck.
His lips slant against mine, hungrily seeking heat, his tongue toying with the seam of my lips. I moan, granting him entrance.
His tongue explores my mouth fervently, battling mine for dominance as our kiss intensifies. He pulls at my buttons, trying desperately to undo them with shaking hands. Mine aren’t doing any better as I fumble with his belt.
Finally, he pulls away from our kiss, staring me directly in the eyes, and says, “I’ll buy you a new one,” before ripping my shirt open. Buttons fly everywhere.
He licks down the column of my neck, and I let out the most embarrassing whimper. But fuck, it feels incredible. He licks and nips across my shoulder before biting down and sucking.
When he pulls back, he leans close to my ear. “Fuck, sweetheart, I want to mark you up.”
I whine.
He turns us quickly, backing me up until my legs hit the bed and I fall back. His fingers make quick work of my pants, popping open the button while he leans in and tongues my nipple.
I let out a heated hiss as he bites down and gives it a little tug with his teeth. Fuck, it feels so good.
He yanks my pants down, pulling them and my loafers clean off, and I’m bare before him. I wait for embarrassment to make me shy, but the way he looks at my naked body… the way his eyes drink in my hard cock… Fuck, I feel so sexy.
I mentally prepare myself to flip over so he can prep me, but he absolutely stuns me with his next move. His hands grip the back of my thighs and he pushes them up to my ears. I’m entirely exposed to him, my hole bared for his viewing pleasure.
“Wha— what are you do— Oh!” I lose my voice in a moan mixed with some other embarrassing sound as he crouches down and licks a firm line from the back of my balls to my asshole.
Fuck, I was not expecting that.
His tongue continues to lick and prod at my hole, and I mewl and whimper.
“Baby, you taste so amazing.” He groans, and the vibration against my tender ass has me leaking all over my stomach. His eyes catch mine and gesture haughtily toward the mess I’m making of myself.
Well, the mess he’s making of me.
I’m getting dangerously close to the edge as he continues his tongued assault on my ass. Fuck, if this is just how good his tongue feels, what will his fingers do to me? His dick?
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, c’mere.” I grip his hair and pull him back up my body, dragging his mouth to mine. “Give me a second. If you so much as breathe on my ass, I’m going to explode.” He chuckles against my lips and continues his assault on the northern front.
I’m practically purring as he moves back down to my neck, biting and sucking. My knees are still by my ears, and I still feel entirely exposed. But it’s a good feeling, I think. I just don’t know how to explain it.
Like, I’m warm all over, my chest feels loose, and there’s a little flurry of butterflies in my belly.
“I’m going to grab the lube and a condom,” he says, finally pulling away from my body long enough to look into my eyes, his pupils absolutely blown with lust. “Hold your thighs exactly like they are. Don’t move an inch.
” I obey with shocking ease, my hands gripping my thighs and holding the stretch.
He pours a generous amount of lube on his fingers and begins to circle my hole, the muscle already pliant from his relentless tongue. He pushes in slowly, and I bear down, trying to relax as my hole is breached for the first time by something other than my own fingers and dildo.
Fuck, this is hot. This is so sexy. Why have I waited so long to let someone else do this for me?
It’s when he meets my eyes that I remember.
“That’s it, baby. Open up for me. Good boy.”
I never realized how much I needed this. How much I needed him inside me. How much I needed him to be the first.
He was so right when he suggested my first time needed to be special, but I don’t think he realized it could only have been this perfect with him.
He slowly pushes in another finger and begins to scissor them, opening me up while whispering encouragement.
“You’re taking my fingers so well, baby.”
And: “That’s it, sweetheart.”
And: “I can’t wait to see this pretty pussy stretched out by my cock.”
Whoa.
Okay. I was not expecting that. The words should have thrown me. Instead, they settle something deep in my chest, like he sees a part of me I’ve never had the words for.
I especially wasn’t expecting to like it as much as I clearly do. My cock literally jumps in excitement, and a full-body shiver takes over.
I stare at him, wide-eyed, mouth agape, and he smirks.
“I looked up that book you were reading the other night.” He smiles, a coy curve of his lips. “I actually took some time to peruse a few of the books you were reading recently and found a trend.” He shrugs. “Thought I would take a chance and see if you liked it.”
I blush furiously, nodding. “I liked it.” I look away from him, my skin flaming. “I’ve fantasized about it.”
“Oh, baby.” He smirks, slipping in a third finger, and I am whimpering. “You want me to fuck this tight little pussy?” he asks. I whine in response; all I can think about is his attention and that dick I felt in the club filling me up.
“Please…” I groan, because I need him in me. I’ve never wanted anything more. All I can do is make needy noises as he continues to open me up.
He slowly pulls his fingers free, leaving me gaping and empty. And even though I know he’s about to fill me the way I really want him to, I can’t help the garbled groan that leaves my throat.
“So impatient, sweetheart,” he chastises, tsking as he slides on the condom. “Don’t worry, pretty boy, you’re going to get this cock.”
He lines up the head of his cock with my entrance, and I shudder, the anticipation driving me wild.
When he finally starts to push in, a delicious burn shoots up my spine. I know to expect it, but still it takes me by surprise.
“Fuuuuuuuuuck,” comes out of me involuntarily. I have no control over my vocal cords anymore nor the warbled sounds they’re producing. His cock slides over my prostate, and I cry out.
“There he is. Come on, pretty boy, sing for me.” Each push and pull hits that perfect spot over and over, and I’m going to come. I’m going to come, and he’s not even all the way in yet.
“Oh, baby, fuck, you’re so tight.” His voice is strained and rough. I want it wrapped around me. “Baby girl, fuck, I’m not gonna last.” My ears burn when they catch his term of endearment.
His words are music to my ears. My sensitive hole is throbbing in the best way, and heat is coiling low in my belly. I feel that zing shoot down my spine, and I’m coming. I’m coming so hard without so much as a brush of his fingers against my dick.
“Did you just…? Oh god!” I’m suddenly incredibly sad I can’t feel him fill me up as he shoots his load into the condom. His hips stutter, and he stills above me.
I mourn that his cum won’t be dripping out of my hole.
But then he does the most incredible thing.
This man picks me up, cock still firmly lodged in my ass, and carries me over to my side of the bed.
“How did you..?” I start to ask, kind of amazed he knew without me telling him.
“Your books are over here,” he says as if it’s obvious, with a tiny shrug.
He pulls out of me slowly, and I clench around nothing, whining again because I miss the fullness.
“Give me a second, baby.” He walks back over to the other side of the bed and pulls off his mesh top, the only thing left on him.
Fuck, he looks so stunning standing there in all his naked glory.
I admire him as he crawls back into bed next to me.
“Gonna give you the full experience,” he mumbles before scooting up close to me.
Before I can ask what he means, he’s shoving his half-hard dick back into me. I whimper at the fullness but snuggle back into him.
This is so much more intimate than the sex was. What are we doing?
He wraps an arm around me and holds me tight.
Any chance I had at separating sex and feelings flies out the window as his breathing settles.
As I start to drift, his warm breath against my neck, I know we are truly and utterly fucked.