Chapter 41
NOVA play: Teenage Dream by The Rescues
Iwoke up feeling so warm and comfortable. Sleep had been difficult since I lost my father to the ‘N-car accident,’ and I couldn’t remember the last time I’d slept so soundly. Blinking lazily up at the ceiling, it took me a moment to remember why I was feeling so good.
Something warm and soft twitched against my side, and I glanced down to find Milo curled up in my arms. His perfect face was relaxed and peaceful as he slept.
My chest filled with warmth as I studied him, his nose dusted with a light constellation of freckles and his dark lashes fluttering against his cheeks.
“NOVA,” I whispered, so as not to wake the precious sleeping boy that I couldn’t believe was finally mine. “Disable all alarms and alerts, please.”
“Disabling,” she chirped, matching the quiet tone of my voice.
I really didn’t give a fuck if the compound lit on fire today. I didn’t want anything interrupting my weekend with Milo. On Monday, we would have to get back to work, but until then, I wanted to spend every fucking second worshiping him and spoiling him as much as he would let me.
I tightened my grip on him, pulling him even tighter against me and doing my best not to swoon as he let out a content little sigh and snuggled closer to me in his sleep.
Placing a kiss on the top of his soft mop of caramel hair, I closed my eyes, swallowing down the rush of emotion that was threatening to send me into a panic.
I wanted to keep him so fucking badly.
He was right to be worried about us starting a relationship.
Luke couldn’t find out.
He would take Milo away from me if he did.
Luke took away everything that brought me joy.
I was so fucking selfish for pursuing Milo the way I was. Guilt and desire warred deep in my chest, and I wished for a moment that I wasn’t so fucking weak.
But, as Milo wrapped his arms around my naked waist, his semi-hard cock rubbing against my thigh as he shifted deeper into my embrace, I knew I was helpless to stop whatever it was that was blooming between us.
I’d been alone for so long. I couldn’t trust anybody here, not even Sebastian. Not really. As much as he hated Luke, Sebastian was desperate for his father’s approval. It wasn’t ideal that he’d seen me with Milo. Kissing him in public like that had been a huge mistake on my part.
However, I was pretty sure I’d been able to convince Seb it had just been a one-time thing. A lapse in judgment that I blamed on the alcohol, despite the fact that I’d only had one beer.
I would just need to be more careful moving forward.
Now that I knew Milo was mine behind closed doors, it would be easier to keep my hands to myself when we weren’t in the safety of our cubes.
The cubes were monitored like the rest of the campus was, but NOVA was my creation, and no matter how hard Luke had tried to gain admin access to her servers, he would never be able to fully take her from me.
NOVA had strict orders to never share anything personal about me with Luke unless I’d okayed it first, and no matter how many times Luke had tried to get technicians in here to modify her base code, he’d never been successful.
I was the only one with the admin version of Nexus on my phone, and without access to that or the geographical location of her main drivers, she was impossible to hack.
I’d built her core computers off campus.
She was safely nestled in my father’s cottage in the mountains.
No one but me knew where she operated from, so if I told NOVA to keep the comings and goings of mine and Milo’s cubes secret, there was nothing Luke could do about it.
It was enough to keep us safe for now… I hoped.
Shoving down my anxieties, I turned my attention back to the sleeping man in my arms. We were both still naked from the night before, and I gently stroked my fingers up and down the soft skin of his back, enjoying the way he shivered slightly at my touch.
Mine.
A possessive voice rumbled through my mind as I dropped another kiss on his head.
All fucking mine.
In every way.
He was a virgin.
No one had ever been with him before. Outside of kissing him, I was going to have the privilege of every one of Milo’s firsts.
I couldn’t wait to fuck him.
Not wanting to push him too far too soon, I’d stuck with blow jobs and my fingers the night before, but I wanted everything with this man.
If he let me, I would give him every single thing he asked of me.
I hadn’t been exaggerating when I’d told him the world wasn’t ready for him. His mind was like nothing I’d ever seen before.
He was so fucking smart. He had a sort of creative, effortless brilliance that took my breath away. He came up with ideas and solutions to things with an ease that made me feel clumsy and stupid, and I was a literal, on-paper genius.
My brain worked in straight lines, but Milo’s brain worked in a sort of organic mess of dots that only he seemed able to connect.
When I was working through a problem, I was forced to barrel and hack through barriers to get to a solution. Milo seemed to almost jump right over them, land on a new path I hadn’t been able to see, and shortcut to an option that most people wouldn’t have even considered viable.
It was so fucking hot.
Everything about him made me crazy.
The tiny sounds he made when I sucked him.
His panting breaths—the little moans that escaped his trembling lips when I showed him how good I could make him feel…
The way he said my name.
His tight little body was so much smaller than mine.
I was obsessed with his shyness, which made him pliable and submissive in ways that lit up the quiet dominance I’d never really had the opportunity to explore with any of my previous partners.
He just… obeyed when I asked him to do things, and my cock twitched just thinking about it.
The trust in his wide, adorable eyes when he looked up at me sent me into a fucking tailspin. He looked at me like he knew I wouldn’t hurt him, and I was determined to make sure he never regretted looking at me like that.
I just wanted to take him apart and then put him back together again.
I wanted to try things with him I’d only ever fantasized about, and I had a feeling that if I said please, he would do anything I asked.
It felt like a huge responsibility. One I was desperate not to fuck up.
The only thing I hated about Milo was the fact that he clearly had serious self-esteem issues.
His little self-depricating comments and his lack of confidence in himself pissed me the fuck off. I wasn’t angry with him, of course, but whoever it was that had taught him to think that way about himself.
I would fix it.
It would just take time.
I twisted off my back and onto my side so I could face him.
With a single finger, I traced a line down his nose, smiling to myself as his freckles crinkled under what I was sure was a ticklish sensation.
He whimpered as I slowly ran my finger down his chest, pausing to lazily circle one of his tight nipples.
His cock hardened further, and I pressed a kiss to his forehead before wrapping my hand around him and giving it a leisurely tug, encouraging it to harden further for me.
“Mmmmm…” he hummed, his eyelashes fluttering against his cheeks. I kissed the tip of his nose and continued to stroke him slowly. He rocked his hips slightly, causing me to chuckle at his sleepy neediness.
“You awake, baby?” I breathed against his lips, kissing him softly as his eyes slowly opened, showing me those big, chocolate orbs that made me so fucking weak.
“Jay?” he asked, sounding confused for a moment, and I nodded.
“Yeah, baby. It’s me. How did you sleep?”
He frowned and glanced down between us to where I was still leisurely stroking his cock, and he made an adorable little sleepy noise of pleasure.
“Good… I…Jayyy,” he whined, rocking his hips into my hand, his tip starting to leak delicious little pearls of precum for me.
“What, baby?” I cooed, smirking at him as he rolled his gaze back up to meet mine. He licked his lips, and I felt my own cock gush at the sight.
“You’re… mmmphh, feels good.”
I chuckled, twisting his dick in my hand slightly and rubbing my thumb over his wet tip.
“Yeah? Baby boy likes waking up to me touching him?”
He nodded frantically, rocking into me harder now that he was more awake.
I felt his cock contract in my hand as he groaned, and I realized he was already close. Wanting to draw this out for longer, I let him go, ignoring his whiny protest as I brought my fingers up to his pouty lips.
“Open up for me, baby, I want to watch you suck yourself off my fingers.”
Like a baby bird, he obeyed, causing my own cock to throb at the sight of his wet, pink tongue darting out to lap up the beads of precum off my thumb as I pressed it into his warm mouth.
“So good for me…” I hummed as he suckled, staring directly into my eyes as he wrapped his lips around me and sucked.
“I love how well you listen…” I admitted, my voice coming out rough and guttural.
He thrust his hips against my groin, his hard, hot cock sliding against mine as he tried to get some friction.
“I think I’m going to tease you a bit, baby…” I hummed, pulling my thumb out of his mouth and forcing myself not to devour him at the sight of the thick line of saliva that slid out of his lips.
“N-no…I don’t want to wait…please?” he begged, grinding against me harder, and I chuckled. That dark, sadistic part of me that Milo seemed to draw to the surface curled and flexed in my chest at his tiny pleas.
“So needy.” I laughed softly, wrapping my hands around his hips and tugging him closer so he could continue to grind his cock against mine. I shuddered at the velvety feel of him against my insanely sensitive erection.
“As much as I like it when you beg, I think I’m going to make you wait. You’ll be good and wait for me, won’t you?” I asked, and he frowned, looking torn.
He glanced down at his pink, swollen cock, then back up at me.
He wanted to be good. I just wasn’t sure if he wanted to be good for me more than he wanted to come. There was a submissive in him that I wanted to draw out, but we would need to take it slow.
“I want to be in control of when you come, Milo. Would you let me decide that for you?” I asked softly, feeling a little nervous that he might say no.
There was so much heat in his eyes as he stared at me, and I watched his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed.
“Y-you want to be in control of when I come?” he whispered, and I nodded, letting him see how serious I was.
“Yeah. I want to own your orgasms. Even when we’re not together.”
“Is that… Is that, like, a kink?” he asked, his cheeks flushing, and it took everything in me not to go down on him and suck him off until he spilled down my throat.
Control, Jay. If you want to do this with him, you have to be in fucking control.
“Yeah, baby. It’s a kink. We don’t have to do it like this if you don’t want to. I can finish you off right now, and we can forget I ever brought it up. But I’ve always wanted to be with someone that would…let me take care of them,” I said, choosing my words carefully.
I didn’t just want to be in control of Milo’s orgasms. I wanted to be the one who made sure he ate properly. The person he looked to when he needed to make decisions for himself.
Milo gave me a surprisingly mischievous smirk and wiggled closer to me, his warm cheeks making the skin on my chest light up with an aching sort of fondness.
“Well, you are my boss. You might as well be the boss of everything.”
My eyebrows rose in surprise, and a low chuckle bubbled out of my throat.
“You’re perfect…” I hummed, dropping another kiss on the top of his head and pumping his cock a few more times, just so I could feel him squirm against me.
His breath caught, and he gave me a delicious little moan, followed by a whine of protest as I pulled away, leaving him hard and needy.
“Let’s get up then. I’ll get us some food, and you can calm down until I’m ready to get you all worked up again.”
He peeked up at me through his lashes, biting his lip in a frustrated pout, and the sadist in me purred.
“You can hold out for me, can’t you?” I rolled his tight balls gently over my fingers, and he whimpered. “I want to get these nice and full before I let you come. It’s going to feel so much better if you’re a good boy and wait.”
“O-okay.” He blushed, shakily pushing himself into a sitting position. I reached behind him and snatched up his glasses off the end table, sliding them on his nose for him and placing a kiss on his flushed cheek.
“So good for me,” I hummed, motioning for him to get out of bed. I shamelessly stared at his cute, bubbly butt as he stretched.
“Go take a shower, baby. I’ll get us some breakfast.”
“‘Kay,” he chirped, heading for the bathroom.
I sat in his bed for a moment, basking in the fact that this was real fucking life and Milo was going to let me suck and fuck him as much as I wanted.
I couldn’t wait.
I wanted it to be perfect. If he was up for it, I was planning on doing it before we had to head back to work on Monday, but I wanted to edge the shit out of him first.
When I was done with Milo, he would never want to ever fuck anyone but me.
I was going to ruin that boy in the best possible way.
The shower turned on, and I eyed his closet. The need to take care of him swirled in my gut, and I wondered how far he would let me take this caretaker kink of mine.
Deciding to say fuck it and see, I slipped out of his bed and tugged on my discarded joggers.
Quickly, I made his bed before letting myself into his closet. I flicked through his shirts, smiling at how fucking cute they all were.
Milo tended to favor button-ups, and almost all of them had little science-themed patterns on them.
Pulling out a navy blue shirt with tiny test tubes embroidered on the fabric, I found a comfortable pair of sandstone-colored slacks and laid the items out on his bed for him.
My heart fluttered in my chest as I left the room to order us some food.
Would he think that was weird?
Did I overstep?
He could just not wear what I picked out if he didn’t want to.
Forcing myself to calm down and just let him choose on his own, I flopped down on his couch and asked NOVA to order us some muffins and a few lattes before whipping out my phone to make sure I hadn’t missed any last-minute emails from Luke or Seb.
Fuck.
Why was I so nervous!?
I knew why.
It was because Milo was everything I never thought I would be lucky enough to have. I didn’t want to fuck things up between us.
But I wanted to see if he would let me take care of him the way I wanted to.
Barely registering the several unread messages in my inbox, I bit my lip and closed my eyes.
It would be fine.
Everything was fine.