Elijah #4
“God, please. I’d rather stop than let it destroy us,” he said in a low tone of desperation. “I’m terrified that’s going to happen.”
“Then we make sure we don’t let it happen,” I told him, even though I knew damn well that life had a way of getting out of control and bringing you to places you never thought you’d be.
“What we have going on is amazing, but what we had before is even more important. I don’t want to lose you either, so let’s make sure it doesn’t happen. ”
Milo sighed, setting his hand over the one I had resting on his hip. “You’re right, but tell me something that might make me feel less jealous?”
I chuckled, taking the hand that had been gently rubbing his stomach and sliding it just under the waistband of his sleep pants, feeling the rough brush of his trimmed hair.
“When you walked out of your room earlier after getting changed for the night, I saw you scratching your stomach, and I wanted to pin you to the wall right then and there. It was like something took over me, and if it weren’t for Eva and Raf, I would have done it without hesitation. ”
“Did you...ever feel like that with her?” Milo asked, and I had to resist the urge to roll my eyes at his stubborn worry.
“Definitely,” I said, smirking when I felt the tension return to his body.
I slid my hand down further, unimpeded despite his tension.
I found his cock, half hard, and wrapped my hand around it.
“But ever since that night you sucked me dry, I haven’t been with her.
And definitely not since you let me fuck you in your old bed.
All I’ve wanted was you, butt naked, or not, moaning and begging for more, begging for my cum inside you. ”
“Fucking hell.” He groaned, pushing back into me where he could feel how hard I was with his ass pressed against me as I stroked his rapidly hardening dick.
“You ever fucked Raf?”
“Uh,” he went stiff again.
“You fucking him, not just sleeping with him in general,” I qualified quickly because I didn’t want an answer to the question of whether he’d slept with Raf in the past couple of weeks.
I knew the answer, of course, they were a couple, and even if their sexual hungers could be spent on other people, that didn’t mean they didn’t still sleep together.
I didn’t want direct confirmation of that.
Just because I had accepted the reality didn’t mean I wanted to face it.
“Oh,” he said, and I tried not to read too much into the relief in his voice. “Never.”
“Never?”
“Never.”
“Wow, alright then. I would’ve thought there might have been a time or two since I know you don’t mind swapping it up occasionally.”
“And how do you know that?”
“Bruh, I’ve heard you hitting on guys at the bar.”
He laughed. “Okay, fair enough. But before you get all defensive, I’m fine being a bottom. Tops like you two are perfectly fine by me so long as I’m getting my fun.”
“Now...who said anything about me being a top?” I asked lightly, and smirking when I felt his dick twitch in my hand.
“What...do you mean?” he asked slowly.
“Pretty much what I just said,” I said, taking hold of his pants and sliding them down slowly.
They were loose enough that once I got the band past his stiff cock they fell to the ground.
I turned him around and hooked my hands under his ass to lift him onto the counter.
I winced when I heard the crash of the bottle falling into the sink, shattering and filling the air with the smell of beer.
The mess could wait, though, because he was butt naked, on full display, and hard enough to look enticing. I wrapped my hand around his dick once more, pumping it slowly as I stood between his legs, peering up at him. “After all, we didn’t know I could be into guys until we gave it a try, right?”
I swear I saw his pupils expand. “Are you...saying you want to try bottoming?”
“We both know what my dick feels like inside you. But we don’t know what your dick inside me feels like,” I said, crouching down enough to open my mouth and place my tongue at the base of his cock, running it up to the leaking tip and wrapping my lips around it to suck gently.
Above me, he groaned, hand sliding to the back of my neck as I sank down, and his fingers gripped me as I took him into my throat with an ease that had shocked and then annoyed him the first time.
Apparently, it was a crime that a formerly straight man had the wasted ability to deep throat without practice.
Of course, he didn’t complain anymore, or about the fact that he had never known that about me.
“God,” he groaned as I sheathed the entirety of him in my throat, my fingers gently stroking his balls. “You want me to fuck you?”
“Mhmm,” I hummed, knowing it would make his toes curl.
“Have you...ever done anything like that?”
I pulled back to slip down again, but held up my hand to wave two fingers pressed against one another to give him his answer.
“Only fingers.”
Another hum that made his dick twitch.
“I’m out of practice, just so you know.”
I wet a finger and slid it up until I found his hole. When Milo leaned back, I pushed the finger into him.
“Okay.” He panted as I worked finger and mouth together. “God, keep doing that, please. Otherwise, I’m going to nut as soon as I get my dick inside you and I...fuck that feels...keep going.”
I didn’t intend to get him off, but I couldn’t argue with his reasoning either.
I was just glad I was getting my fingers involved.
I might have been able to achieve deepthroating, but Milo had me beat when it came to stamina.
The man could suck the chrome off a bumper and never get tired, but I was already feeling my jaw start to ache from the effort.
The idea of me bottoming for him, along with everything else I was doing, was enough to set him off, though.
It was only another minute of sucking and fingering him on the counter before I felt his fingers tighten on the back of my neck, his legs closing in on me.
With a cry, his hips jerked, and I felt him come; salty warmth splashed over my tongue before I took him deep and sucked him down.
Personally, I didn’t really get much of a kick out of it, but I knew damn well it drove Milo crazy, and honestly, cum wasn’t that bad, so I sucked it down eagerly because Milo loved it.
“Ohhhh,” he moaned as I pulled off, stepping back and looking at him.
He was still hard, but that wasn’t surprising; he could get off and, within ten minutes, could go again.
He didn’t need to go again, but I’d learned that I could get him off once or twice before it was my turn because it would take me hours to be able to go again, but I was usually set for at least twenty-four hours.
“I know I’ve said it before, but you’ve taken to dick like a fish takes to water. ”
“I’m a quick learner,” I said with a snort, stroking his thigh while he recovered as I ignored the strain in my pants. Milo would not leave me hanging; I just had to let him catch his breath.
Which he did and pushed off the counter, grabbing me by the waistband and pulling me along. “C’mon, by the time I get you ready, I’ll be more than ready to go again.”
“Get me ready?” I wondered as I was pulled into his room. I laughed when he grabbed me, pulled one of my maneuvers, and swung me around to push me onto the bed.
“Oh, you’re going to get the full experience,” he promised as he grabbed a box from under his bed. “Get naked, I want to see it all.”
“You always want to see it all,” I said as I stripped off my clothes and tossed them on the floor.
He stood up and looked me over, opening the box. “Have you seen yourself? Anyone who doesn’t want to see that is a lesbian, a straight man, or fucking insane.”
“You know how to make a guy feel special,” I told him with a grin as I leaned back to watch what he was doing. From the box, he produced a bottle of lube and a few toys. “Ah, I see. The full experience.”
“Exactly,” he said, wiggling the bottle. “Water-based. But I’ll use silicone when it’s time to fuck you.”
“Noted,” I said with a laugh. I took a moment before considering what I was going to do and then rolled onto my stomach because it seemed like the best angle for him to do his thing without me needing to dangle my limbs all over the place.
I heard him suck in a breath, and I wondered what was going through his head.
If it was anything like what went through my head whenever I saw him bent over or on his stomach, ass in the air, I would bet it involved a bunch of filthy thoughts about his dick being buried in me.
The thought sent a nervous flutter through my gut, but I ignored it as he sat on the bed next to me, doing something before laying a kiss on my side.
“Relax,” he said with a smile as I felt something hard and cool press against a part of me that had never known anything other than fingers, small, lady-sized fingers at that. “We’ll stop if it’s too much.”
“I trust you,” I told him with a frown, because he should know that by now.
“I know,” he said, and I felt him apply pressure.
I realized the coolness was lube, and the hard thing was whatever toy he was pushing into me.
I raised my head at the intrusion, which, while not painful, was definitely uncomfortable.
I tried not to wriggle as he eased the toy in and let it sit there momentarily, letting me adjust and analyze. “Good?”
“Weird,” I admitted with a laugh. “But okay.”
“You have to get used to all the weird and not-so-great parts before you get to the fun part.”
“Mmm, maybe you shouldn’t try to advocate for anal sex, you’re not great at it.”
“Hush,” he said with a laugh as he slid the toy back and forth.
“Still not getting much, but it’s not as uncomfortable,” I said. Something was definitely there, but it was so quiet I couldn’t really name it.