Chapter 73
NOVA play: Impose by Bad Omens
Istared down in disbelief at Milo as he suckled on my cock. My fingers had instinctively tangled themselves in his hair, and I was quivering with the effort it took to restrain myself from slamming myself all the way down his throat.
His tiny, kitten-like pulls and licks on my head were so fucking delicious and good, I wanted to feel that wetness all the way down to the base.
But Milo seemed to have a plan, and as hard as it was, I wanted to see where he went with it.
It soon became clear he wanted to slowly tease me. He stayed focused on just my head until I was inadvertently rocking my hips. As soon as he realized what I was doing, he glanced up at me with that mischievous little twinkle in his eye, before sinking fractionally lower.
I cursed as his mouth widened to take more of me. He looked absolutely stuffed, and he wasn’t even halfway down yet.
Drool was leaking out of the corner of his mouth as he hollowed his cheeks. I grit my teeth against the intense explosion of ecstasy that fired off down my shaft.
“Jesus… you look so fucking pretty with my cock in your mouth,” I hissed, and he stared directly into my eyes as he slowly swallowed more of me until I could feel the tight ring of muscle at the back of his throat.
Fucking Christ… I needed to fuck him. I was only human…
If he kept teasing me like this, I wouldn’t be able to stop myself from throat fucking him raw.
He knew it too. The corners of his eyes crinkled as he reached up with the hand that wasn’t still clutching the base of my cock to massage my balls.
Heat and need immediately erupted in my core, and I felt my cock throb as he suckled again, rubbing his tongue firmly into the underside of my shaft.
“Milo…” I growled in warning, my fingers tightening in his hair. My hips were still rocking slightly, and Milo hummed as he opened the back of his throat and sank lower with an adorable little growl.
“Jesus,” I cursed as that tight throat of his squeezed around me as he continued to slowly slide forward until I was fully sheathed inside him.
The sight of him staring up at me with a mouth full of my cock was so fucking obscene, I felt like I was going to blow right there.
“You’re being a fucking tease…” I snarled at him, and he hummed, the vibrations racketing up and down my shaft, sending another spike of pleasure directly to my core.
Using the grip I had on his hair, I pulled his head back, groaning at the decadent feeling of my dick sliding out of his tight throat.
Like the little devil he was, he sucked as I pulled, and there was a loud wet pop as my cockhead slipped out from between his glistening lips. My balls throbbed at the sight of the long, thick string of saliva that hung between my tip and his swollen mouth.
“Fucking Christ, Milo…” I groaned before forcing his head forward again. I hissed in ecstasy as the warm, tight wetness of his perfect throat enveloped me once more.
He moaned around me as I pressed him all the way until his nose was buried in my abdomen.
“Stay down…” I grunted as he began to squirm. I closed my eyes and forced back the need to fuck his face as he whimpered and choked on me. Once I was sure I wasn’t going to come, I pulled him off me again, loving how wet his face was with tears and saliva.
I reached down and gripped myself at the root, tracing his puffy lips with my tip as I stared at him.
“So fucking pretty…” I hummed, taking in his dark, wet lashes and the tiny constellation of freckles he had dusted over his little upturned nose.
He forgot you.
The first chance he gets, he’ll do it again.
It’s too dangerous for him to be with you…
You’re too much.
You’re not worth it.
“Fuck,” I growled, and that little crease he always got formed between his brows as he allowed me to smear his lips with precum.
“What is it?” he whispered, and I yanked him further away from me, gesturing that I wanted him to stand up.
“Get on the bed,” I ordered, turning abruptly away from him and rubbing a hand roughly down my face in an attempt to quell the aching seeds of doubt that I couldn’t seem to keep from blooming.
I didn’t want to think about how he’d abandoned me.
I just wanted to feel what it was like to be inside him again, even if it was just this one time.
“Jay?” he meeped, his voice tiny and unsure as I dug through one of the heavy pine end tables for a bottle of lube.
“On your back, knees to shoulders,” I deadpanned, turning back around to find him still frowning at me, but already obeying.
Fuck, he was beautiful.
His slender frame was a perfect contrast of soft lines and sharp edges. Delicate but still masculine, and my dripping cock throbbed at the sight of him pulling his knees back to expose his tight, pink hole to me.
His own cock was leaking and swollen, lying on his smooth stomach, just begging for some attention.
Tossing the bottle of lube on the duvet next to him, I came to the edge of the bed. Gripping him roughly by the hips, I slid him closer to me, enjoying the little ‘eeep!’ he made at the sudden movement.
Once I had him positioned the way I wanted, I snatched the lube back up and snapped it open.
With one arm, I forced his knees even farther back, until his ass literally lifted off the bed for me. He let out a gasp as I drizzled a generous amount of lube directly onto his hole.
I watched silently as he clenched and released in response to the cool feeling of the lubricant. When I was finally satisfied with how wet I’d made him, I tossed the bottle to the side.
“Jay?” Milo breathed again, but I was afraid to look at him.
Every time I looked at him, those angry feelings of hurt and betrayal seemed to well up, and I just wanted to enjoy him right now.
I wanted to bask in the silence his touch offered my broken mind.
Allowing me that was the least he could do after he threw me away so easily.
Ignoring him, I slid my thumb between his spread legs, humming in satisfaction as the muscle fluttered against my touch.
“Look at this pretty little hole, just waiting to be filled up…” I murmured, unable to take my eyes away from his glistening crease.
Swiping up some of the lube that had leaked down with my index and middle finger, I shoved it directly inside him, marveling at the way his ass easily swallowed both of my fingers after the earlier prep in the shower.
“Jay!” he cried out; this time, it wasn’t a question, but a surprised cry of pleasure.
Still, I couldn’t respond. Not to that name.
I wasn’t Jay anymore.
I barely knew who Jay was.
I was the man Milo had willingly forgotten, and that was all I would ever be.
Pressing even more firmly on the back of his knees with my forearm, I did my best to ignore his pants and whines as I worked my fingers deeper. Methodically, I rubbed against his walls, searching for that spot inside him that I knew would make him beg for me.
When my fingers brushed it for the first time in two years, I groaned right along with Milo as he bucked against the hold I had on his legs.
“There it is…” I growled, rubbing his prostate with intention. Using firm pressure, I passed my fingers over it again and again, knowing that if I wanted to, I could make him come just like this.
Milo loved having his prostate stroked, and I loved being the one to do it. But I wasn’t going to let him come. Not yet.
“Jay, baby… unnggg, I can’t—baby look at me… please…” He was slurring, and I was still unable to look away from his glistening ass.
Pulling my fingers out of his warm, soft hole, I gripped my cock with my now lube-slick hand and positioned the tip against his gaping entrance.
“Jay… Jay, look at me!” Milo was begging, his voice cracking in desperation, but I couldn’t. Instead, I stared as I slid my fat tip up and down his spread crease until it notched with where I wanted it to go.
“Jay, please do not make me use my freaking safeword!” Milo cried, right as I was about to thrust into him.
I froze.
Moving just my head, I finally met his eyes.
He was crying, and the sight of his tear-splotched cheeks caused me to rear back. I stumbled away from him, but he followed me up, sitting on the edge of the bed and snatching up my wrists to tug me back in between his legs.
“You don’t have to stop, Jay. I just want you to look at me. Why can’t you look at me?” he asked, each word coming out as a choked sob.
I shook my head as the persistent sound of gunfire that always seemed to erupt in my mind amplified, and suddenly my skull was an echo chamber of fragmented horrors.
Me screaming Milo’s name, begging him not to abandon me.
Luke telling me over and over again that I was already forgotten.
No one was looking for me.
No one knew I existed.
Especially not Milo.
Real.
I knew that was real.
“I—”
“Jay.”
“Stop calling me that!” I screamed, and Milo’s eyes widened in shock at my outburst. His fingers tightened on my wrists as I tried to pull away. He was surprisingly strong for someone so small.
“What? Why? That’s your name.”
“I don’t even know who that is anymore! He’s gone! He’s dead and gone and not even a fucking memory anymore because you forgot him!” I cried, unable to keep the words from exploding out of me. “I don’t want to be someone you didn’t want to remember.”
As soon as I said the words, the gunfire took over, and then I was gone.