10. Edward
EDWARD
Edward woke up, disorientated for a second.
He stretched, feeling a delicious ache in his arse, and his mind immediately conjured up images of beautiful Milo, who’d fucked Edward twice before they’d finally fallen asleep.
Edward couldn’t remember the last time he’d had three orgasms in one night.
He reached over to Milo and realised he wasn’t there.
The spot beside him was still warm, so he hadn’t been gone long.
His heart sank, and his brain started spinning with possibilities before the toilet flushing startled him.
Milo walked in from the en suite, gloriously naked, with his beautiful cock swinging between his legs.
Edward had only seen it properly for the first time last night, but then it had been constantly hard.
It was still perfect when it was soft. Like one of those cocks you couldn’t help look at when you were in a changing room.
Edward had even caught straight guys giving curious glances when someone walked past with an impressive piece of meat.
“You want another round?” asked Milo.
Edward realised he’d been staring. He looked up at Milo, who was smiling at him.
“I don’t think my arse could take another round just yet,” he replied.
His croaky voice brought back memories of his throat being fucked as well. Hopefully he’d sound less like Bea Arthur by the time he was back at work on Monday.
“Well, let me take care of you, then,” said Milo, with his devilish smile.
He stalked over to Edward before straddling him and pinning his arms behind his head.
Edward was immediately hard, and Milo ground down on him.
For a moment he wondered if Milo ever bottomed, and then put that thought aside.
There was nothing he liked better than giving up control in the bedroom.
To not have to think about anything, or make decisions.
He could just take whatever Milo wanted to give him.
Milo kissed him, their tongues caressing each other.
There was no urgency in the kiss, but the intensity of their feelings was clear.
Edward arched off the bed as Milo gripped both their cocks at once and pumped them at a steady rhythm.
The sensation was amazing. Edward hadn’t done any form of frotting since he was at university.
Yes, his dad may have put a curfew on him, but Edward had had his ways of getting off.
Thankfully, anyone he’d fooled around with back then had respected his privacy, and no stories had ever come out.
“What are you thinking about?” asked Milo.
“Nothing,” he groaned.
Milo let go of their cocks.
“What are you doing? I was getting close.”
“I asked you a question,” he said in his stern voice, which made Edward’s cock twitch. Milo noticed and smirked.
“I was thinking about when I did this with other guys at university, without my dad knowing.”
“Wow. You really are an honest politician.”
Edward snorted.
“Clearly I’m not doing it right if your brain can wander, though.”
Milo moved down Edward’s body and took hold of his cock, locking eyes with it before licking up the shaft, and then pulling the foreskin back and gently sucking up all the precum.
“I didn’t think you did that.”
“I’m gay. Sucking cock is in the job description.”
Edward couldn’t help but laugh, but it was stifled as Milo took him down his throat.
He groaned with pleasure. It had been over a decade since someone had given him a blow job.
All he’d had were anonymous fucks in dark rooms, and now he had this beautiful man in his bed.
And he seemed to want to be here. It wasn’t just sex either.
Between rounds last night they’d talked about everything.
Even more so than they used to do in The Back Room.
“You’re still thinking,” said Milo. “I guess I need to do something else.”
He sucked on two of his fingers, getting them coated with saliva, and before Edward could say anything, they were being pushed inside him. The sting from the stretch to his well-fucked hole and the heat of Milo’s mouth were enough for his brain to shut down, and all he could do was babble nonsense.
Milo pushed on his prostate, and Edward almost launched off the bed.
He hadn’t thought he’d be up for another fucking, but now, more than anything he wanted Milo inside him again.
He was getting close to the edge, though, and he couldn’t move or speak to suggest they step things up.
Milo did something with his fingers and his tongue, and that was enough for Edward’s orgasm to barrel into him.
There was no chance to give Milo a warning, but there was no sign of a protest as he swallowed Edward’s cum with a moan of pleasure.
Edward’s body was still twitching with the aftershocks of pleasure, and he felt like he could happily pass out and sleep for another eight hours. He felt Milo pull his fingers out and release him, and before he could say anything, Milo was leaning over his face, pumping his cock.
“Do you want my cum?”
Edward opened his mouth and stuck his tongue out. He wasn’t saying no to that.
“Close your mouth. I want to put my mark all over that handsome face of yours.”
Edward couldn’t help but preen at the compliment.
He’d been told many times he was handsome, but hearing it from Milo hit differently.
With his eyes closed, he could hear Milo’s breathing speed up and the sound of him furiously wanking his cock.
Edward’s hands went to Milo’s muscular thighs.
He was compact, but solid with muscle. Those thighs explained why he could fuck so hard, and for a long time.
“Fuuuuck . . .” groaned Milo, as Edward felt the warm jets of cum hit his face. He was desperate for a taste, but he was doing as he was told.
He could feel Milo’s body twitch as he continued to pump out his release.
Edward felt his own cock thickening again.
How was that possible? He was forty years old.
Before he could say anything, Milo was kissing him, and the taste of his release was being pushed into Edward’s mouth by Milo’s tongue.
Fuck, that was hot. He’d done nothing like this before.
It felt debauched, and he was here for it.
They kissed for a while, Milo lying on top of him, grinding his body against Edward’s. Was Milo ready to go again already? He couldn’t be, could he?
“Look at you, covered in my cum,” said Milo, breaking the kiss. “Don’t open your eyes. Give me a second.”
Milo got off him, and Edward’s body shivered, missing the contact.
Plus, it was December, and his bedroom could be chilly in the morning, even with the heating on.
It was an old house, but it didn’t keep heat as well upstairs.
Milo returned with a warm cloth and wiped his face before running it over the rest of his body.
Edward opened his eyes. It took a few seconds to adjust to the daylight streaming in the window, and then he saw Milo, smiling at him, looking beautiful.
“Do you have to be anywhere today?” asked Edward, without thinking.
“No, did you have something in mind?”
“Can you stay here with me? I’m a wonderful cook.”
Milo chuckled. “You don’t need to bribe me, you know. I’d love to stay, but I think we both need a shower.”
“You go first, and I’ll get breakfast started.”
“It’s almost midday.”
“What the fuck!”
“Why don’t you join me in the shower?”
“I don’t think there’s anything left in my balls.”
Milo chuckled. “I just meant for a shower.”
“But you’re already hard again,” said Edward, pointing at Milo’s cock. Okay, it wasn’t at full mast, but it was getting there. God, it was a thing of beauty.
“Eddie, you’re drooling.”
He laughed and jumped up, which gave him a bit of a head rush. Milo steadied him, and Edward pulled him into a kiss. By the time they pulled apart, Milo was fully hard again, and even Edward was plumping.
“You sure you don’t want to join me in the shower?”
Edward knew they needed to talk. The outside world wasn’t going to go away, but why rush things when it seemed Milo had no intention of leaving just yet. He nodded. Milo pulled him towards the bathroom. Hopefully, they’d find some time to eat today.
It had been a long Monday morning, and Edward wanted to be anywhere else but at work.
Well, the only place he wanted to be was back in his bed with Milo.
He hadn’t enjoyed sleeping alone last night, after having Milo beside him for the previous two nights, but Milo had needed to get home.
He had to work today too, and they couldn’t risk there being press outside his house.
There hadn’t been anyone there this morning, though . . . well, not that he saw.
Edward had liked the little bubble they’d been in for the weekend.
Was this what it was like to be in a relationship with someone?
Not that he was making any assumptions about what they were.
They might now have seen each other’s faces, but Edward was still a closeted politician.
Hargreaves was still a threat, and Edward wasn’t sure what he was going to do.
He couldn’t wait until Thursday, when he started his festive break.
Parliament was out, but he was still a cabinet minister, so had things to deal with this week.
Thankfully, Hargreaves had already returned to his constituency in Suffolk, so there’d be no more of his crap to deal with until January.