Chapter 44
Once we were safely tucked away in my cube, I asked NOVA to order us lunch so I could make sure Milo ate before I spent the rest of the afternoon playing with him.
And I didn’t just mean the games we’d bought.
He ate his soup and sandwich combo with no complaints, and I got Stardew loaded up and ready for us once he was done.
“That was so good.” He sighed, leaning back on the couch with a happy smile on his face. “All the food here is so good.”
I didn’t bother telling him that was also done by design. Everything about this place was meant to create an environment so appealing that the people who worked here slowly lost the desire to ever leave.
It hadn’t started with sinister intentions when my father was alive; he’d just wanted happy, healthy employees. After he’d died and Luke took over, that was when things had really started to change.
There was still so much Milo didn’t know, and I knew I would need to tell him soon, but I selfishly wanted to keep him in this safe, happy bubble for as long as I could before I ruined everything for him.
This was his dream job. Taking away the illusion that this place was the bright, shiny promise of a better future that Seb worked tirelessly to perpetuate to the rest of the world was going to break his heart.
It could wait a little while longer.
“What?” Milo asked, snapping me out of my depressing thoughts, and I realized I’d been staring at him. Wanting to distract him from the truth, I allowed my gaze to darken.
“Nothing. Just looking at you,” I said, my voice coming out huskier than I’d intended.
He gave me that hint of a mischievous smirk he’d given me that morning, and my cock twitched in my pants.
“You do that a lot,” he teased, and the heat that was already curling in my abdomen intensified.
“I like looking at you,” I replied easily, waiting for the inevitable blush that I knew would burst across his cheeks at any moment. Leaning in close so my lips skated across the soft flesh of his neck, I hummed. “I like looking at you even more when you’re naked.”
He let out an adorable meep! The sound caused me to chuckle, and I tugged at the sleeve of his shirt.
“Take this off. Actually, take all of it off, please,” I ordered softly, and he shuddered, but to my delight, he began unbuttoning his shirt with shaky fingers.
“I thought we were going to play Stardew?” he asked breathily, his wide eyes appearing even wider through the lenses of his glasses.
I let out a low laugh.
“We are. Or I guess, you are. Come sit here between my legs when you’re finished undressing, please.”
“O-okay…” he stammered, and I leaned back into the couch, spreading my legs wide to make room for him to sit between them.
I shamelessly admired the view of his pale, soft skin as he nervously settled his tight, naked little body between my thighs. Biting back a groan, my cock hardened.
“Spread your legs, baby,” I hummed, sliding my hands down his inner thighs and guiding his legs open so his knees hooked on the outside of mine.
“Fu-fuhh… Jay,” he whined once I had him fully spread open and exposed on my lap.
His little pink cock was standing straight up like a spear, and my mouth watered as I pulled him flush against my chest. Handing him the controller, I wrapped my arms around his waist and ran the tip of my nose up the column of his neck.
“I’m going to play with you while you woo Shane,” I murmured into his ear, leaving soft kisses up the side of his throat. “But you can’t come, okay? If you get close, you have to tell me.”
“Wh-what?”
“You heard me.” I bit down gently where his neck met his shoulder, and he groaned, rocking his hips in my lap.
“Fuck,” I hissed, wrapping my hand around his already hard cock and giving him a firm squeeze. “So hard for me already.”
“Jay…” he whimpered, and I huffed out a laugh.
“Start playing, baby. Focus.”
“‘Kay,” he whispered, and I kissed his neck again as I began to gently stroke him.
He wiggled in my lap, grinding the crotch of my pants against my already throbbing cock, and I bit back a groan.
This wasn’t about me and my pleasure. This was about Milo.
I wanted to fuck him so bad, but I wanted him to be begging me to do it by the time we got around to it.
As he took control of our character and set off to harvest some hot peppers for Shane, I wondered idly how many times I would need to bring him to the edge before he was begging the way I wanted.
His hard cock felt like velvet in my palm, and I lost myself in the feel of it as I methodically rolled my hand up and down his length, paying close attention to the way his body reacted.
I quickly learned that a slight twist on my upstroke, followed by a light brush of my thumb over his crown, drove him fucking crazy.
“Jay…” he panted, his naked body literally quivering in my lap.
“Shhh, baby. Focus. Bring Shane his peppers,” I murmured in his ear, intentionally teasing him with my breath as I worked him a little faster.
“I’m trying, just… frick, that feels good…”
A burst of cute aggression exploded through my chest at his refusal to use an actual curse word, causing me to squeeze his cock firmly in my palm.
He yelped and moaned as I went back to gently stroking him. I sank my teeth into his shoulder as I fought off the need to crush him to death from cuteness overload.
“Try to ignore it,” I murmured, kissing the bite mark I’d left on his shoulder. “You’re not supposed to be coming anyway, remember?”
He couldn’t respond. He was panting now, rocking his hips up into my hand as I relentlessly stroked him.
I felt a dribble of wetness coat my fingers the next time they passed over his crown as he began to leak for me.
I smiled.
“Baby, you’re getting me all wet, but Shane still doesn’t have those peppers…”
The next few pumps had his breath catching in his chest, his ribs fluttered, and I knew he was getting close before he even told me.
“Jay… I’m gonna… please, I can’t help it. I’m gonna—”
I let go of his cock and slid my palms up his abs until I found his nipples, tweaking them and twisting them firmly until he cried out.
“No-no, please… I want to…” His gibberish was coming out in soft sobs as he choked on his need. He squirmed in my lap and instinctively tried to close his legs as he curled into himself, but I tutted my tongue, gently admonishing him.
“Shh, shh. Keep your legs open, baby. You’re alright. You’re doing so good. Just play the game for a bit until you settle down,” I cooed, rubbing his abused nipples as I left wet, open-mouth kisses across his shoulders.
He whimpered softly but did as I said. As the minutes ticked by, he fell into the groove of the game and delivered his peppers before heading off to buy some beers—another favorite of Shane’s.
I let my hands wander over his body as he played, diligently ignoring his cock until his breathing had leveled out and he stopped squirming in my lap.
Once I thought he’d almost forgotten about his orgasm, I reached between his legs and scooped up his now semi-hard dick.
He stiffened immediately, and it only took two strokes to get him completely hard again.
Fuck, this was so much fun.
“Ready for round two, baby?”
“Nooooo…” He whined, “You’re torturing me.”
I smiled against his shoulder, peering down so I could watch myself stroke him, loving the look of his flushed head peeking out of the top of my hand.
“Yeah, I am,” I said shamelessly. “And you’re going to be good and let me, aren’t you?” I asked, keeping my tone gentle.
“Ughh.. yes…” He pouted. He was already panting again. It took much less time to bring him to the edge, and he very nearly said the word fuck when I denied him again.
He wriggled in my lap in frustration, his body now covered in a thin film of sweat as he panted desperately.
“Please, Jay,” he whined, and I shushed him, kissing him over and over as I cupped his tight little sack in my hands.
“Shhh, baby. We need to get these nice and full.”
“They’re full, they’re so, so full…” he complained, and I chuckled darkly.
“Not full enough. We’re going to go a few more times.”
“Fuck,” he finally gasped as I wrapped my hand around him for round three. I grinned, relishing in the fact that I’d been able to draw an honest to god curse out of him.
Twisting him the way I knew he liked, I nearly laughed when the controller clattered to the floor. He wrapped his hands around my wrist and urged me to stroke him faster as he began to helplessly fuck up into me.
“Please, Jay… pleasepleasepleaseplease!” he begged. His body arched, and his head fell back against my shoulder as he gasped desperately.
“No, baby. No coming. When you come, I want to be inside you.”
He turned his head to look at me, his face red with arousal and his eyes glazed with lust.
“Yeah?” he asked, his voice tiny and unsure.
I nodded, kissing down his jawbone and rubbing my thumb over his now soaking wet crown.
“Yeah, baby. Would you like that? You want me to fuck you so you can come?”
“Please. Yes. I want that. F-fuck me.”
I laughed, slowing down my strokes enough that I knew he wouldn’t be able to come from it, but it would still drive him wild.
“Such a dirty mouth on you all of a sudden.”
“Jayyyyyyy.” He was nearly in tears when I stopped again, and he let out the most adorable, frustrated little huff. He almost looked angry.
I’d never seen him angry before, and it was so fucking cute!
“Alright, baby. Let me get you close one more time, then we’ll move to the bedroom.”
He gave me a grumpy harumph, but went limp and docile in my arms, allowing me to resume my ministrations on his painfully hard cock.
He was sniffling and complaining by the time I was done with our fourth round of edging, and I thought for a second he might disobey me at the last second and come in my hands, but he managed to hold off.
“Good boy,” I praised him, burying my nose beneath his ear and nipping him softly. “So good for me. You deserve a reward.”
“Please…” was all he managed, and I gestured for him to stand up.
“Bedroom, please. Lie down on your back,” I ordered gently, and he barely even looked at me before scampering off eagerly to my room.
I chuckled, palming my own erection over my pants as I followed him in.
He was already lying on his back just the way I’d asked when I entered, and I tutted my tongue when I found him stroking his cock as he waited.
“Hands off, Milo. That’s mine,” I growled, and he paused, before reluctantly letting himself go and curling his hands into fists at his sides.
“Such a good listener,” I hummed, moving easily to my bedside table to retrieve a bottle of lube. I had a few more toys in here that I contemplated pulling out.
It was his first time, and I wasn’t sure how kinky I wanted to get.
I knew I wanted to make him come dry for me, but I couldn’t decide if I wanted to use a cock ring to do it, or bring him to orgasm so many times he literally ran out of cum.
Multiple orgasms.
We could revisit the cockring later.
I tossed the bottle of lube on the bed and pulled my t-shirt up over my head before stepping out of my pants.
Milo watched me with heavy-lidded eyes, his hips uselessly humping into the air, causing his hard cock to slide obscenely across his abdomen.
Fuck he was beautiful.
Beautiful and all MINE.
I crawled onto the bed and positioned myself between his legs, staring down at him with what I was sure was a predatory look that I typically tried not to let most people see.
He wasn’t looking at me like he was scared, though; he was looking at me with so much fucking trust.
I was determined not to abuse it.
“Before we start, we need to talk about a few things,” I said, letting him hear in my tone how serious this was.
“First, do you want me to use a condom? I know you haven’t had your appointment at the clinic yet, but considering you’re a virgin, I’m not too worried about your test results.
On my end, I haven’t been with anyone since you started here, and I was tested last week.
I’m also on the mandatory PrEP schedule.
I’m negative, but I’m happy to wear one if that makes you more comfortable. ”
Milo’s eyebrows rose in surprise, and I beat back the concerned zing that ripped through my chest as I realized his sexual health hadn’t even crossed his mind.
Fuck. Thank God he was a virgin.
The thought of someone taking advantage of his innocence and hurting him made me see fucking red.
“No, we don’t need a condom if you’re negative…” he whispered, his cheeks flushing. “I-I trust you. I want to feel you.”
I pursed my lips but didn’t comment. We could talk about the importance of practicing safe sex later.
He was safe with me, but it bothered me that he didn’t even ask me to see proof before agreeing to letting me fuck him raw.
Even with Neurovance’s mandatory testing and preventative care plans, you could never be too careful.
Not the time.
“Do you know what a safeword is, Milo?” I asked next, and he frowned.
“Y-yes.”
“Do you have one?” He shook his head no, and he bit his lip.
“Do I need one?” His voice was nervous now, and I stroked his leg gently, hoping to soothe him.
“Yes. I’m not going to hurt you, but what I have planned is… going to get intense. I want to push your limits a bit, and you might say no when you really mean yes. A safeword will make it easy for me to know if you really want me to stop.”
Excitement and fascination filled his adorably perfect face, and he quivered.
“O-okay. What should it be?”
“A common one is red. We can use the traffic light system. Red means stop, yellow means slow down, green means go.”
He nodded, meeting my gaze in a way that told me he knew how serious this was.
“Okay. Red means stop.”
I nodded. “Do you want ‘no’ and ‘stop’ to be treated like safe words as well? Or will you remember to say red?”
“I’ll remember,” he whispered, and I couldn’t help the sinister smile that curled across my face.
“Good. Spread your legs. As wide as they can go, please.”