Chapter 51 #2
His filthy words were the final straw. I tumbled screaming over the edge. My cock began to shoot. Hot cum sprayed all over my legs and the couch as I came.
“Good boy, good fucking boy,” Jay grunted through his next few pumps. He let out an almost angry roar as he violently found his own release.
I rolled and arched into him, intentionally clenching around his throbbing cock so I could feel each pulse of his orgasm.
“Mmm, yeah, you like it when I fill you up, baby? Tell me you like it,” he hissed, and I nodded, nearly choking on sobs of ecstasy as my cock shuddered, somehow still trying to expel even more cum.
“I like it! I love it when you fill me up!” I cried obediently as he slowed his thrusts.
He shivered behind me, before curling around me, kissing the side of my head and my cheeks, keeping himself buried deep in my ass as he did.
“Always so good for me,” he cooed, and I struggled against the cuffs, wanting to be free to touch him now that he was finished.
He immediately seemed to know what I wanted and pulled back, producing the key and releasing my arms.
He tugged my limp body up and cradled me against his chest, kissing me over and over as he easily maneuvered us onto the couch.
He laid back and pulled me to sprawl across his warm, hard chest, murmuring soft words of praise into my damp hair and running his fingers gently up and down my naked back as I snuggled into his t-shirt.
He hadn’t even bothered to pull his pants up, and our spent cocks lay against each other as we cuddled together.
I sighed happily as post-orgasm waves of euphoria zinged through my body.
He made me feel so flipping good.
I hoped I made him feel good, too.
“Do you feel better?” I asked quietly, tilting my head up to kiss the rough stubble that was beginning to come in on the underside of his jaw.
“Yeah, baby. Thank you. I needed that,” he rumbled, sliding one of his hands down and slipping it into the crease of my ass. “Was I too rough? I didn’t hurt you, did I?” he asked, massaging my swollen hole with a gentle finger.
I shook my head, ignoring the relentless blush that he seemed to always effortlessly draw out of me.
“Nuh-uh. Feels good,” I purred, and he chuckled softly, squeezing me tighter into him.
“Good. That’s good, Milo.”
My-loh.
The way he always said my name like I was this precious thing would never cease to amaze me.
We lay there for another few moments, just enjoying being close to one another as the TV continued to play the haunting melodies of the chill playlist NOVA had put on for us.
As the endorphins began to wear off, reality crept back in, and I pushed myself up to straddle his hips.
I reached out carefully for his face. I still didn’t have my glasses on, so I couldn’t see very well, and he chuckled.
“Let me find your glasses, and we’ll get you bundled up in something comfy. Stay here,” he ordered, and I bit back the urge to protest. I wanted to talk about what had happened this morning, but he was still clearly trying to avoid the conversation.
I allowed him to get up and find my glasses, waiting patiently on the couch as he went to also get me a pair of sweats and a warm, wet washcloth.
“Let me clean you up,” he ordered gently, and I obediently allowed him to wipe me down. He cleaned the cum off my legs and cock, before wiping gently between my cheeks.
Sliding my glasses back on my face, he dropped a kiss on the tip of my nose and handed me a soft pair of sweats and one of his t-shirts.
Once I was dressed, I curled into the corner of the couch and watched him snatch up his phone.
He’d changed into a pair of grey sweats that hung low on his hips. He’d removed his t-shirt and looked like pure sex as he scrolled through his Nexus app, pulling up food options for what I assumed would be our lunch.
“Jay,” I said finally.
“Mmm?” he hummed, refusing to look up from his phone.
“Jay, look at me,” I said firmly, pushing my glasses farther up on my nose.
He immediately met my eyes, his eyebrows raising in shock at my demand.
I shivered in his giant t-shirt, impressed with myself for being so brave.
“I want to talk about what happened with Sebastian earlier…please.” The please came out in a nervous squeak, and my cheeks heated, but I held his gaze.
Be brave. Be brave. You can do this, Milo! I chanted to myself.
A soft, amused look passed over Jay’s face, and he bit his lip as he watched me do my best to be authoritative.
“You’re so fucking cute, Milo,” he said, his gaze rolling over me as I huddled in the mess of oversized fabric he’d dressed me in.
“Well, I’m not trying to be cute! I’m being serious! We need to talk about this, Jay. You have to tell me what’s going on,” I insisted, and the amusement drained off his face.
He collapsed on the couch and ran a hand down his face, letting out a frustrated groan.
“I know… I just… I don’t want to lose you. Once I tell you everything, there’s a good chance you’ll want to leave Neurovance… leave me. I know it’s selfish. I know I need to tell you. I just… I just wanted a little more time with you.”
He peeked over at me, looking so sad that my heart broke.
“I’m sorry.”
I unfolded myself and slid closer, crawling into his lap so I could straddle him. His hands found my hips, and he effortlessly slid me closer, fitting us together like two perfect pieces of a puzzle.
“Don’t be sorry,” I said, dropping a quick peck on his nose that caused a bright smile to spread across his face. “I’m not going to leave you. I just need to know what I’m getting into here so we can figure out what we’re going to do together.”
The smile slipped off his face, and his eyes swam with a darkness that I worried no amount of nose kisses would ever wipe away.
“Don’t make promises you might not keep, Milo. You’ve barely known me for a month. You don’t owe me anything. If I tell you this and you decide to leave, I won’t stop you. I might even encourage you to do it. I don’t want anything bad to happen to you.”
I scowled at him, and whatever it was he saw on my face caused him to chuckle softly.
“Well, that’s not your decision to make, buster,” I snarked, crossing my arms stubbornly over my chest.
“Buster?” He laughed. “Who are you calling buster?”
I huffed, tilting my chin up defiantly.
“You! And if you don’t start talking, I’ll have to start withholding sex.” I smirked as his mouth dropped in mock horror.
“You wouldn’t.” He grinned up at me. “That would be a cruel and unusual punishment.” He dug his fingers harder into my hips and buried his face in my throat, nipping and kissing me playfully until I was squirming in his lap. “Now that I’ve had a taste, I don’t think I’d survive without it.”
I laughed and pushed him away before growing serious again.
“Then you’d better start talking.”
He sighed and leaned back into the couch, looking up at me with those sad eyes that made my chest hurt.
“Alright. I’ll tell you. But you have to promise that if it’s too much, you’ll do whatever you think is right for you, Milo. I already feel bad enough putting you on Luke’s radar. You can’t stay here just because you feel bad for me.”
“I promise,” I said, knowing already there was nothing he could tell me that would make me want to abandon him.
“Okay. It all started when my dad died.”