Elijah #5
“Oh,” I managed, breathless and taken by surprise but not shocked as he pushed forward, his lips parting as he shifted his hand.
I briefly wondered if he was backing off in one way but continuing in another.
That was until I felt not his grip through my shorts, but his hand, uncovered and undeterred, wrapping around my bare cock.
The kiss had been the primer, but the feeling of skin on skin in the most intimate way yanked a soft moan from me.
I was questioning because I mean...it was another guy and Milo of all people making it happen, but it was genuine all the same.
“Fuck yes ,” he groaned at the sound, surging forward and taking advantage of my surprise.
I found myself on my back as he continued to kiss me, but now he had managed to shove my shorts down enough to free my straining cock.
The sudden aggression, the confidence, made me shiver as his hand wrapped around me, almost seeming to kiss me with the same beat of his mouth working against mine.
Distantly, I knew it wasn’t even the whole experience, but still...hello?
It was something alright.
His mouth slipped from mine, and I almost protested until his lips brushed against my chin and neck.
I had only a moment of confusion before I felt suction, wet and desperate, on my neck, and I arched, exposing my neck without thinking.
His breath gusted over my skin, and I felt electricity, hot and cold, shoot up and down my spine.
“ Why ,” he hissed, and I groaned as his teeth slid against my neck and down to the junction of my shoulder, “do you sound better than any dream I’ve ever had?”
“Because you’ve never done this before,” I moaned, holding him close until he moved down.
“Wait,” he promised.
“Wait?” I asked.
But then came the feel of his mouth on my barely exposed stomach, and the hot but enticing breath on my hard-on. I realized what he was trying to do, and my eyes widened, but I did not try to stop him.
And then warmth gusted over the head of my cock.
Claustrophobic heat closed around the tip.
It sank.
Oh God, it sank .
A shuddering gasp rocked out of me, and my eyes flashed down. The one thing I never expected to see was on full display in front of me.
Milo.
Hand gripping the base of my cock. His mouth wrapped around the head.
His mouth working its way further down while his hand worked its way up.
Mouth on the upper part of my dick and a hand on the lower part.
The result was another groan as curiosity was replaced by pleasure, eagerness, and need.
I sank into the moment as his mouth sank deeper onto me, and I gasped.
I could feel his smugness at my pleasure radiating off him in palpable waves.
Usually, it was my job to make sure he didn’t get too full of himself, which the normally highly confident man was more than capable of when left to his own devices.
In this case, though, I was going to let him be as smug as he wanted because god damn could he suck dick.
Not that I’d ever doubted it was possible, mostly because I’d never fully considered it.
Now I was getting a front row seat to an answer to a question I’d never asked before, and there wouldn’t be a single complaint passing my lips.
“Fuck,” I hissed as he used mouth and hand in tandem. I didn’t know if it was his way of making up for an inability to deep throat or if this was just the method he liked to use. I didn’t care what the reason for his choice was, not while he was making my eyes roll to the back of my head.
It was when his head dipped further and the little bastard did something with his throat that I finally gave in to temptation and groaned loudly.
My hand fell onto his head, fingers gripping hard as he continued doing whatever the hell he was doing before pumping and sucking my dick with renewed vigor.
I didn’t even try to pretend like he wasn’t about to suck the soul right from my body; my grip on his hair and on the rug beneath me tightened.
All I could do was hold him while he did what he’d always apparently wanted to do.
“Oh shit , M-Milo,” I tried to gasp out in warning.
I liked to do it because, hell, in someone else’s shoes, I would want someone to warn me before they went off like a champagne bottle.
Preferably, before it blasted down my throat or caught me in the face when I pulled back.
Except in this case, I didn’t know how much of a goddamn mess I was about to make, but it took more energy than usual to get the warning out.
Whatever fraying shreds of self-control I had were erased from existence when Milo met my warning with a low groan, a moan so wanton there was no way for me to construe it as anything but the height of his dreams coming true.
The thought was enough to send me over the edge, and I cried out, unthinkingly shoving my hips up into his mouth and coming hard as his throat wrapped around me again.
I swore, and then made a sound that probably would have been mistaken for speaking in tongues by a medieval clergyman.
Pleasure wracked me, making me bow forward as I came down his throat with Milo holding me as tightly and as desperately as I was holding him.
The end of my orgasm was like the flick of a switch, and the light going out took my strength with it as I slumped backward.
I stared at the ceiling, only finding the energy to look down when I saw Milo move.
I didn’t know how to feel about the sight of him, rock hard and leaking, jerking off in front of me furiously, but I knew I was riveted.
Still fascinated, I watched as his hips bucked, a hard groan pulled from him as he bowed forward.
Warmth spattered over my stomach and groin.
More important was watching Milo’s face.
I had seen plenty of his expressions over the years, and just about every emotion he’d ever felt.
..except that one. I was utterly caught up in watching the pure pleasure stretch over his features, knowing that while he had been the one to finish the job, my participation, my willingness, my pleasure, every part of my involvement had brought him to the point where he was making a complete mess of my torso.
Well...that was an intoxicating feeling.
His eyes opened as he sagged, and I could see the hesitancy and worry pierce the fog of his orgasm.
Which was important, but I took a moment to reach down, running my finger through the cum he had left on my stomach.
In for a penny, in for a pound, I brought it to my mouth.
It was...well, the taste wouldn’t make you ask for the recipe, but it wasn’t terrible either.
I could even see how someone might enjoy it, if only because of what it represented.
“What the fuck,” Milo muttered softly, bringing my attention back to the real world.
“What?” I asked, glancing around, sighing, and removing my shirt to wipe myself down. “God, you made one hell of a mess. How long were you… Oh shit.”
His shock gave way to another flare of heat in his eyes, and I tensed as he brought his mouth down to my body again.
An involuntary groan was pulled from me as he cleaned me up.
I would still need to wipe down with the towel, but it had been a long time since someone had been dedicated to cleaning up a cum mess.
..though it was the first time it was their own cum they were cleaning up, so that was different.
“Well...” I began, clearing my throat. “That was different.”
“In the mood for something else different?”
“Not sure. My recovery time is longer than five minutes.”
He snorted, leaning forward and grabbing the back of my head to kiss me.
It was true he had asked permission first, but there was no denying the act was assertive, bordering on aggressive.
I wasn’t surprised to find I liked it; aggressive partners had always been my thing, probably why Eva lasted the longest with me.
Having it be Milo was...well, different, of course, all of it was, but it wasn’t surprising either.
He had always been bold and forward, so I wasn’t surprised to find out he was the same way when he got riled up.
It was also very nice to know.
“So,” he began, pulling back and watching me carefully. I could see the worry coming back now he was no longer in the midst of being turned on. “What, uh?—”
“See, I know where you’re going with this,” I said, wiping myself off properly. “You’re going to ask what we’re supposed to do now.”
“Pretty much, yeah.”
“And I’m going to suggest we get up, clean ourselves off, get another drink, and keep playing games until we eat again and pass out because we stayed up too late.”
“Just...act normal?”
“I mean, we both know I need to think about all this, not in a bad way, just so you know. But we also know that your first reactions to something that causes a strong emotion aren’t always the reactions you want.
So yeah, we have a normal night, giving me a chance to do some thinking and you a chance to get your head on straight. ”
“I’m kinda torn between making a joke about my head, and hating that I’m going to agree with you.”
“And you decided to split the middle and do both in a half ass way,” I said with a laugh, pushing to my feet and helping him up. “I’m going to get a new shirt. You make us more drinks. And by the way, your head was in fact great.”
“Good to know,” he said, and I could tell he was trying for casual, but I could hear the fight not to smile in his voice.
I took my time grabbing a new shirt because I knew he would need a little time to get himself under control.
Now he was no longer riding through the fog of being turned on; he was going to struggle not to freak out, and while I could usually help with that, my presence might make it worse.
It would only take a few minutes, enough for me to pretend I got distracted by my phone.
As for his inevitable question about what it meant for the future, we would have to figure that out.
Knowing how impatient Milo could be when he wanted something, I would bet that I’d have a few days at most to figure out how I felt about it.
But tonight, I was going to feel sated, both in curiosity and body, so that was good enough for now.