Chapter Sixteen Prue
Sixteen
Prue
That thing will not fit inside of me. Suddenly I’m wondering if Milo’s body count is just that—the bodies of those he has left indisposed with his penis. “No way,” I say, shaking my head. “Milo, that’s—”
“Gorgeous, I know.” He smiles wickedly, twisting his hips side to side before he reaches down to remove his socks.
“I try not to let it go to my head,” he says, pulling one sock off as he hops next to the side of my bed.
After tossing it aside, he stands still, legs apart and hands on his hips as if to give me the chance to take all of him in.
It would be arrogant if it wasn’t, also, deeply appreciated.
His left leg has far more tattoos than the right, which still has its fair share.
His left thigh is covered in a traditional Japanese-style dragon, the body wrapping around the back.
Both of his knees have spiderwebs on them, just like his elbows, and almost any available skin on his left leg has been covered in what seems to be a mismatched collection of memories in all sorts of styles of art.
“I will say, I’ve never had this response to standing naked in front of anyone before,” Milo says, eyes narrowed on me. “Is this”—he gestures to my expression with a flat palm—“positive?”
“I’m curious,” I tell him.
He falls onto the bed next to me, bouncing the mattress. “I’ll tell you whatever you’d like,” he says, pressing a kiss to my shoulder. “You can touch too, like I’m a cadaver or some shit, if that would make you feel better.”
“I don’t think I’m ready to…approach…just yet,” I say, my eyes held on his penis. “It’s intimidating.”
“I can put my clothes back on, if you’d like me to.
But just because they’re off doesn’t mean there are any expectations to approach, Killer.
” He pauses, brushing his fingers over my arm.
“Though, depending on how you want me, he may get involved. I can’t stop him from touching you if the rest of me is close by and unclothed. Is that okay?”
I giggle, covering my eyes. “Yes, now please stop talking about your penis like a separate entity.”
“Fine,” he says, teeth bared against my upper arm.
“Now can I get back to what I was doing?” Milo’s hand reaches across my stomach and falls into the curve of my waist, then he pulls me closer to him as he dips his head down to find my breast. When he swirls his tongue around my nipple, I instantly become pliant in his hold, losing myself to his skillful touch.
I didn’t know I would like this part of it so much.
I truly feel as if I could come solely from him playing with my tits.
“I love that,” I tell him, massaging his scalp with my fingernails. “You’re so good at it.”
“Mmm,” he says, licking the hollow space between my breasts before lifting himself over me. I spread my legs, making room for him to press his knees against the mattress. “That’s because I love it too,” he says, sucking my skin into his mouth again.
My back arches as he bites, catching me off guard with a searing, sharp, delicious pain.
“Still with me?” he asks as I hiss in response.
“Definitely,” I reply, twisting both hands into his hair. “How long can we do just this for?”
“I’m in no rush,” he says, before a soft, broken laugh. “No rush at all…”
“But what should I expect?” I ask, my throat tightening as I watch Milo pucker his lips and blow cold air across my wet skin. “Like, should I be ushering things along or is that your job?”
“You can tell me when you’re done.”
“But how will I know?”
“When it feels right. When you feel satisfied. There’s no right or wrong here.” He looks up at me through heavy brows, my nipple between his teeth before he buries that smirk against my skin. “What do you feel right now? Do you want more? Less? A change?”
“I know I don’t want—” I gasp as he moves to my other breast, licking before blowing cold air again. “I don’t want this to stop.” I hook my legs around his back, wanting him closer all over. “But I want more too.”
“Describe this more to me,” he says, circling his tongue as his hand plays with my other breast. “Does it feel like wanting to be filled? Or wanting to be touched elsewhere? Wanting more weight on top of you? Wanting to come? Or be teased?”
I swallow, feeling my tongue swell inside of my mouth. “I—” I rock my hips against him. “I, I’m not sure.”
“I think you are.”
“I want…” I hold the back of his head tightly, pressing him to my breast, as my other hand reaches for his and interlocks our fingers. “This…” I say, pushing his hand down my stomach.
“My fingers on your clit?” he asks me, smirking against my skin. “Or”—he moves his mouth to the side of my breast, softly biting—“inside of you?”
“I’ve never put, um, I’ve only ever played with my clit. I haven’t ever had anything, uh, inside….”
“Okay, that’s fine.” He kisses me. “Do you want me to try it or just learn what you already like?”
“I guess, um…” I answer, shakily, as Milo’s hand frees from mine and he moves to cup my vagina in his palm. “Fuck,” I whimper as he runs one finger up the center against my underwear.
“How about this…I’ll start here,” he says, pressing two bent knuckles above my clit and moving in a soft, slow circle. “If you want to take your panties off, you let me know.”
My grip tightens on his head when he continues to work his tongue against me, now accompanied by that increasingly intense pressure between my legs.
“Yeah, okay,” I say, breathless. A throaty moan falls out of me when he presses his knuckles together, pinching my clit between them. “Wow…That’s…nice.”
“We can do a whole lot fucking better than nice, Killer,” Milo says, before biting down on my nipple once again. “I want a lot more than nice,” he mumbles, my nipple between his teeth.
“No, no, it’s good, ” I tell him, my hips writhing as that more sensation comes beckoning once again. “Too good…”
“On or off, Killer?” he says, running the tip of his thumb underneath the seam of my underwear as he licks across my chest to split his attention equally between my tits. “You want more?”
“Yeah,” I tell him, “and I want you to kiss me while you do it.”
“I’m already doing that,” he teases, pressing lulling, tender kisses to the underside of my breast.
“No,” I say, continuing to writhe against him. “Kiss me on my mouth, and take off my underwear,” I say, digging my heels into the mattress as the need for more fights to take over.
“There she is,” Milo says, lifting off me to go to his knees between my legs. “There’s my bossy girl. I was hoping she’d be here soon.”
“Shut up,” I whisper, then lift off the pillow to see him.
Immediately, I’m hit with it. His beauty, unmatched by anyone or anything I’ve ever seen.
He’s so gorgeous it creates an ache in my chest and in the pit of my stomach.
I want to take a photo of him, in my bed.
Just so, one day, I can point to it and say look who was here.
“Remember whatever thought is causing that look on your face when I ask you to keep your eyes on me later,” Milo says, lifting my legs and pushing them closed next to his hip as his knees move to press into my ass.
He runs sturdy hands all over my thighs while bending himself over them.
I fold in half, my knees to the left side of my chest, as his lips come close to mine.
“Think about how much you like looking at me, when your eyes are fighting to stay open,” he whispers before pressing his lips against mine.
I moan into his mouth, then gasp as his teeth press into my bottom lip and twist as he changes the angle of our kiss. “Fuck, your little sounds, Prue,” he whispers, before sliding his tongue against mine. “They’re so… nice. ”
He works me up to the point of madness with his kisses and teasing remarks and wandering hands. I begin writhing underneath him, entirely trapped in this position and unable to rub my thighs together or build friction the way I so desperately need it.
“Please,” I beg, between heady kisses. “Please, I need more,” I whisper.
“You’ve got it,” he tells me, brushing his lips against mine. “All you had to do was ask, beautiful,” he says, kissing me deeply before sitting up and placing his hands on my hips. His fingers hook into my underwear, and I nod for him as he hesitates, his eyes finding mine for permission.
Then, he slides them all the way down my legs until they’re nothing but bunched-up black fabric in his fist. I expect him to toss them across the room toward the rest of our clothes, but he doesn’t. Instead, he brings them to his nose and inhales loudly, as if exaggerating to make me laugh.
I can’t help but giggle, shocked and turned on but, mostly, surprised as he breathes them in again.
“You can laugh all you want,” he says, pushing my legs apart so I’m bared to him, “but the only reason these aren’t about to become my fucking chew toy is because you asked me to kiss you when I touch you.
” He presses his hand against my lower belly, his thumb hovering over top of my clit as his eyes hold on the view between my legs.
“Jesus, you’re so wet already.” He swallows, his lips forming a frown.
“Fuck, Prue, can I have a quick taste?” Pathetic eyes flick up to mine briefly before returning to where his thumb rests.
“Just one taste…If you don’t like it, I’ll stop. ”
“Will I…” I gasp as his thumb presses down, the featherlight touch pinning me to the bed. “Will I like it?”
His face tilts up, a devilish smirk soliciting all sorts of unholy thoughts. “You will love it, Prue. Fuck, if you’re half as responsive as you are when my mouth is on your tits, I think it’ll become your new favorite thing.”
“And if…”
“Tap my head twice and I’ll stop.” He licks his lips. “And, we never have to try it again, if that’s what you want.”
“I can’t just tell you?” I ask. “Why do I have to tap you?”
“Because I’m hoping, ” he says, nibbling at the side of my knee, “your thighs will be covering my ears.”