Milo #5
I totally wasn’t ready to drop to the floor of the hallway and let him have his way with me, not me. “I...don’t think I have any condoms left in the room either. None that aren’t expired.”
“Oh,” he said, his face falling. “I completely forgot that you’d want those.”
“I was thinking more along the lines that I’ve been way more sexually active with way more people, so more for you than me.”
“Uh, don’t you exclusively use condoms unless you’re monogamous and been with someone for close to a year?”
“With a couple of exceptions...yes.”
“Recent exceptions?”
“No.”
“And you still get tested.”
“Yeah, negative every time, including last month.”
“Then I don’t need condoms. Fuck that, I trust you, of fucking course I do.”
“Well, sure, but?—”
“Milo?”
Oh no. “What?”
“Do you want me to bareback you and come as deep as I can reach with my dick?”
Damn it. “Yes.”
“Then get moving, because I’m pretty sure I’m more than okay with this, so stop acting like I’m an invalid or that you’re some groomer and get that ass moving.”
I laughed, feeling that weird sense of same but different that filled every moment of sexual interaction between us.
Going to the end of the hall, I reflected on how much our sexual interactions were new only because they had to do with sex.
Take that away, and we were acting the same way we would about anything else we treated seriously.
Usually, I was the one shrugging my shoulders and going with the flow, but there were times when that role had fallen to Eli, who, like now, had accepted it with good grace and humor.
..and a touch of aggression that in a sexual situation was doing little to keep me in control.
He veered off, going toward my old room, which was right next to his old room, and opened it with the key.
Each room had its own lock, and we were given a copy while our parents held onto the original.
Eli and I had made sure the other had a copy from the moment we were given different rooms, and we still carried them around.
I followed him inside, turning on the soft lighting along the baseboards.
We only needed enough to stumble toward my bedroom, everything thrown into light and dark contrast by the soft lighting.
Twisting around, I took hold of him again and drew him closer.
The lighting was dim, but I had no problem finding his mouth with mine.
..save for a minor hiccup where I found the corner instead.
Then our mouths were together, my hands on his pants, opening them again, shoving at his jeans and underwear.
They weren’t going to go far, but it was far enough to wrap my hand around his cock again and revel in the sound of his short breaths at my touch.
“You sure?” I asked, my lips brushing his.
“Milo,” he said in warning, and I grinned. I meant my concern, but I wasn’t stupid enough to keep provoking him. As much as I didn’t want to push him too hard, I also didn’t want to accidentally ruin the chance to have what I’d always wanted.
Since I apparently needed to stop questioning him, I tried to shake the worry as I stepped back, grabbing the bottom of my shirt and hoisting it up and off.
I reached for him only for him to shove his own shirt off, and now my eyes had adjusted to the low light, I could see him removing the rest of his clothes.
Not to be outdone, I did the same, waiting till he’d kicked his last sock off before grabbing him by the wrist and drawing him to the bed.
Turning around, I spun him and pushed him onto the mattress, letting him flop onto his back before kneeling on the edge and scooting closer, straddling him.
Lowering myself, I grabbed both of our dicks in one hand and began stroking.
For the first time with a sex partner, I didn’t spare a moment to briefly compare cocks.
He wasn’t even remotely close to competition.
It was a dream come true, and I was just happy to have my hand wrapped around him again.
Leaning forward, I released my hold and kissed him, seeing a twinkle of light beside his head, and realized that in taking off his jeans, he had brought the lube with him, although I hadn’t seen him do it.
I paused long enough to open several packages before resuming the kiss.
Lowering myself, I ground my ass down onto his lap, trapping his cock.
My exhale shuddered slightly as I felt him push up, grinding so his thick shaft pressed noticeably against me.
“I can feel how hot you’ll feel inside,” he said against my lips, and I had to force myself to take a quick breath to make sure I didn’t lose it right there.
“I was hoping for some foreplay, but you keep talking like that, and I’m going to throw that idea right out the window.”
“What, getting groped, pinned to a wall, sucking my dick, and everything else didn’t count as foreplay?”
“Err...does it?”
“Does to me, I’m harder than I can remember being in a long time.”
“Same.”
“Well, yeah, I can feel it on my stomach.”
I snorted and grabbed the lube, squirting the contents onto one of my hands. Reaching behind me, I made sure to slather a thick layer over his entire cock. I snorted when I felt its texture. “Tell me you’re used to bareback sex without saying you’re used to bareback sex.”
“What?”
“This is silicone-based lube, not water-based.”
“Is that...bad?”
“Well, we wouldn’t have been able to use a condom with this, but hey, if there’s a lube to pick if you don’t mind a little mess, it’s silicone-based at least when it comes to bareback. I just turned you into a Slip ’N’ Slide.”
“Slip ’n’ slide on this dick.”
“Awful, just...awful.”
“You still want to do it anyway.”
“Duh.”
He was a little smug now he knew he held power over me because of my stupid, insane crush on him.
That was okay, though, if Elijah was ever going to abuse that power, it would be out of fun, just like any other things he knew that could be used against me.
I might not always trust that he was honest about whether his boundaries were being crossed, but I knew I could trust him with my life, heart, and soul if needed.
That would not stop me from trying to ensure I had my own power over him.
The first step of which was leaning on one arm so I could reach behind me without falling over, and grabbing the base of his cock to hold it steady.
Leaning my body back, a wary but excited thrill rippled through me when I felt the blunt head press against my hole.
I probably should have gone with some prep, but Eli had been right; we’d already riled one another up as it was.
“You sure about that?” he asked as he felt me leaning back to apply pressure.
“I can handle you just fine,” I told him confidently.
Even if it was Eli, I didn’t think it was good taste to point out, mid sex, that I’d taken plenty of dicks in the past and had plenty of practice taking dick without much prep.
Of course, those dicks had almost all involved condoms, which, healthy amounts of lube or not, there was an inevitable friction that made it difficult.
It was just his bare dick, and although it had been years since I’d last had an uncovered dick inside me, I remembered how much easier it was.
Biting my bottom lip, telling myself that tension would make it harder on me, I pushed back more.
The pressure grew, but there was one moment as it built, where I knew I had done my job.
Then the head and another half an inch from the force of pushing shoved inside.
The familiar burn of unprepared entry shot through me, and I gritted my teeth.
It was only a moment, alleviated by the faint gasp from Eli as he felt me squeeze around him.
“Jesus, I was right about how hot you’d feel,” he groaned, laying his hands on my thighs and gripping them tight as I let another inch push into me.
He was just thick enough to get my attention, but that meant it was still a snug fit as I slid another inch, and then another.
Eagerness, and the way I could see Eli watching me intently, was what pushed me to keep leaning back to take more and more of him.
It wasn’t until I reached the bottom, my ass resting on his hips, that I finally allowed myself to take a breath and assess how I felt.
There was discomfort for sure, Eli wasn’t shrimp dicked by any measure, but I knew from experience it would fade.
Instead, I focused on how well he filled me as I sat there, letting my body adjust to the intrusion.
I’d had bigger dicks, Raf being a prime example, but I couldn’t recall a time when having someone inside me felt so.
..complete. As if somehow, while just sitting there, Eli’s dick reached and touched places I had never before felt.
“ Fuck ,” Eli groaned, his hands grabbing my hips. “That’s so fucking tight.”
“You did want me to slip n slide on it,” I reminded him, the discomfort easing as my body finally relaxed. Now I could focus on the feeling of him deep inside me, my senses more alive than they ever had been.
“I did, but you don’t have to remind…” he stopped, body going stiff as I took the opportunity to lift my hips, feeling him slide out of me.
It was a sad feeling, but I relieved it by easing myself back down, watching his eyes go half-lidded as I took him in.
I repeated it, feeling each trip grow smoother and easier.
Which didn’t distract from the pleasure; in fact, it made it easier to begin bouncing and shoving him back into me as fast as possible. “Oh God.”