Chapter 72
After rinsing and drying Milo off, I helped him out of the ensuite and sat him on the edge of the bed.
I fiddled with his glasses, as I stood naked before him, and he stared up at me with those pretty eyes.
“Can I have my glasses back?” he asked gently, and I bit my lip.
He hadn’t seemed to balk at all when he’d traced his fingers over my scars, but I hadn’t been lying before when I said I didn’t trust him anymore.
What if he saw what they’d done to me, and he got scared and ran away again?
I wouldn’t survive it.
I couldn’t be alone anymore. I would rather die.
“Jay?” he asked.
I cleared my throat and forced myself to hand them to him. He took them with a grateful smile, and I held my breath as he slid them up his nose and onto his face.
I tensed, as he focused through the lenses, waiting for him to beg for me to erase his memories again… but he didn’t.
His expression just softened, and though his gaze dropped briefly to the scar on my chest, it didn’t linger.
“Come over here,” he murmured, holding a hand out to me.
I grunted out a short huff of relief before sliding my fingers into his and marveling again at how quickly his touch quieted the constant onslaught of gunfire that plagued my mind.
“I’m going to suck you now, Jay Reynolds,” he whispered, wrapping his arms around my waist and leaving gentle kisses on my sternum. “How do you want me?” he asked, leaning back and looking up at me with a surprisingly mischievous smirk on his face.
Trying not to outwardly wince at the use of my old name, I reached over to snatch up one of the massive pillows. Taking a small step back, I dropped it on the floor in front of me and gestured for him to slide down into position.
He eagerly dropped to his knees before the bed, sitting back on his heels so my now achingly hard cock was bobbing inches from his face.
Disjointed memories of me fucking him on almost every surface of our cubes shattered across my mind, and the sudden urge I had to ram my cock so hard down his throat startled me.
I didn’t want to hurt him…
Did I?
Was I mad at him?
I shook my head. No. I wouldn’t allow myself to hurt him. No matter what they did to me, I would never hurt Milo.
Remembering the replay of our discussion about safewords from what felt like a lifetime ago, I carded my fingers through his soft, damp hair as he stared at the tip of my cock, licking his little pink lips in anticipation.
“Your safeword is red, real or fake?” I rasped, and his eyes snapped up to meet mine.
“Real, Jay. My safeword is red. But I’m not going to need it. You won’t hurt me. Not in any way I don’t like.”
“But you’ll say it if you need it?” I confirmed, and he nodded.
“Yes. I’ll say it if I need it.”
I let out a relieved sigh, only to gasp again as he leaned forward and licked the tip of my cock with his wet, warm tongue.
“Shit…” I groaned, jerking in surprise at the shock of pleasure that erupted from my tip.
The feeling was so foreign now. It took me a moment to realize that I’d been bracing for some kind of pain. The gentleness was so surprising that my bones shook.
Milo pulled back, frowning up at me.
“You okay?” he asked, his voice quiet and soft.
“Yeah… it’s just… It’s been a long time since someone touched me without hurting me.”
Anger flashed across Milo’s gorgeous face, and I smoothed out the little crease that formed between his brow.
‘You always get this little crease here when that noodle of yours goes into overdrive.’
I blinked as the errant memory danced across my mind, but jerked back to the present when Milo wrapped his hand around the base of my cock, angling the now leaking tip closer to his plush lips.
“When I touch you, Jay, it’s only ever going to feel good,” he said firmly, then he opened his mouth and sucked me into his hot, pink mouth.