Milo #5
I stared at him, waiting for him to finish, and then I realized I didn’t want him to finish whatever was going to come out of his mouth.
The problem with being with someone who knew you too well was.
..well, they knew you too well. I could already see concern replacing the excitement and pleasure he had felt moments before as his brow creased and his lips began to purse.
If I let him dig too deep, he might decide what I was doing was less important than what might be happening in my head.
That worked against what I’d been trying to do, and I did not want to deal with my thoughts.
“I feel like we need something extra if I’m going to fulfill my current life’s ambition,” I said, cutting him off before he could say anything else.
His expression hung around momentarily before he snorted and rolled his eyes. “I’d accuse you of exaggerating, but for whatever reason, I can actually picture your lifelong ambition being to fuck me right now.”
“Any moment really.”
“Pretty sure another time you’d tell me your lifelong ambition would be for me to fuck you.”
“Hey, lifelong ambitions can change.”
“Not usually, that’s why they’re called lifelong ambitions. Not ‘suddenly in the moment because you’re stupidly horny’ ambitions.”
“I don’t know about stupidly horny, but?—”
“I am, so go get the lube you stupid horn dog, and don’t forget a towel this time. The last time we fucked on this couch without a towel, we didn’t do a good enough job cleaning up and turned it into a slip ’n’ slide that nearly broke my tailbone when I fell on the floor.”
I stood up and cocked my head. “Wait, is that what I heard the other night? You said nothing happened.”
“What?” he asked, and I felt my stomach twist delightfully when he reached down and began stroking himself slowly, trying to keep the pleasure going but not make himself come.
..yet. “Was I supposed to admit that I practically shot off the couch like I was coming out of a water slide so you could give me shit for it forever?”
“You say after telling me it now.”
“Yeah, well, maybe some of that stupid rubbed off on my horny.”
“I’m going to take that as a compliment.”
“Take it as a compliment so you can get what we need, so I can take something else.”
“Something else?” I wondered, opening my jeans to fish my dick out. “This, you mean?”
“And you accuse me of being cheesy,” he said, but he was grinning, and I could see his concern disappear as he felt the horniness taking him over.
Which was fine by me, not just because I wanted him focused on anything but what was going on in my head, but because discovering what Eli was like when he was horny was something I was still enjoying and hoped to enjoy for a very long time to come. “Go.”
“Bossy,” I said, even though we both knew I liked it when he got bossy.
I knew he also enjoyed it when I took control on occasion.
Neither of us was hung up on who was in control or who was what, just so long as we were both having a good time, and we had always been good at having fun.
It was just lately that fun had taken on a different meaning.
I did what he said, though, turning and stopping in the hallway to remember where the bottle had been last. I took that moment to shove my pants and underwear off before entering his room, throwing my clothes in his hamper, and retrieving the bottle from his bedside table.
Grinning, I yanked my jacket and long-sleeve shirt off to toss into the hamper and, for good measure, threw my socks in as well.
Walking back into the living room, I stopped when I saw him sitting up on the couch, staring at me with an amused expression. “What?”
“Are you trying to seduce me even further by holding onto your dick while walking in naked?” he asked with a wry smirk.
I stopped to look down at myself. “No, I’m naked because I didn’t want to fight to get my clothes off when I’m busy trying to get to you. And I’m holding my dick because I’m hard as fuck thinking about what’s about to happen, and it feels weird to have it...bouncing around when I’m walking.”
“Actually, you know what? That’s totally fair, and I retract any joke that I might have made at your expense,” he said with a laugh, his eyes roaming over me.
“What?” I asked, my previous worry flaring and making me wonder if something was wrong. God, what a moment for him to suddenly have second thoughts just as I’m about to fuck him. “Don’t want to bottom now?”
He frowned, leaning away to give me a confused look. “And what made you think that? I didn’t have a problem any other time.”
“Well, I hope not, I bottom for you just fine.”
“That...well, yeah, but you also have more experience than me.”
“You’re also hung more than I am.”
“By what? An inch?”
“And you’re thicker.”
“Not that much.”
I approached, squinting at him. “Okay, you’ve got me there, you’re not that much thicker, but still, longer and thicker.”
“This is the first time I’ve heard you complain about it,” he said, raising a brow as he took the towel and laid it out under him.
“Complain?” I repeated in confusion before taking hold and spinning him around.
It left his ass hanging off the cushions, but that was a hell of a lot better than trying to fuck him while we were both on the couch.
We had tried that before, and our limbs were too long.
While ‘deeper’ than others, the couch wasn’t quite big enough to house both of us, trying to pull it off.
The end result was awkward angles and shallow thrusts, and I wanted to have free range of movement and the ability to fuck him as deeply as possible. “I’m not complaining.”
He grunted and adjusted himself, pulling off the back cushion, giving his upper body more room. His ass was still hanging off, but that was perfectly fine by me. “It sounded a little like complaining.”
I snorted, getting some lube on one hand and reaching out with the other to grab his dick.
“Are you kidding me? For ages, whenever I thought about your dick, I thought about how I wouldn’t give one flying fuck if it was as big and good-looking as I suspected from that glance I got years ago when you were getting out of the shower, or if it was something else entirely.
And then I got an eye full and everything I suspected about it was both true and not. ”
“What part,” he began, his breath catching when one of my slick fingers pushed into him again, “of it was not? I mean, I suspect my ego will not like the answer, but you can’t blame a guy for trying.”
I leaned forward, pressing my tongue against the base of his cock and running it all the way up to the tip, kissing it and sucking gently as I pushed a second finger into him.
His muscles gripped my finger at the sudden invasion, but my mouth was pulling a little trick that was one of his weaknesses.
“The part I wasn’t right about was just how good-looking your dick is.
How good-looking all of you is. All I have to do is think about your cock, and I get hard, and looking at it right now?
Gripped in my hand, wet with my spit? Fuck, I love it.
I’ve never wanted to worship someone’s body and dick before, but I’ll be honest, you make it really tempting. ”
Eli was not even close to what I would call egotistical; he was the sort who could be accused of being overly humble at times.
He didn’t lack confidence, but he was never the one to seek attention or try to be in the spotlight.
He was fine sitting on the sidelines, helping someone else, as evidenced by how he handled our social media accounts.
Yet I could see how much my words were shooting straight to his head, brushing off his ego, and down to his groin.
“You love it when I talk about you like this,” I noted as I gently sucked on the head of his dick, my fingers still sliding in and out of him, curling occasionally to send a jolt of pleasure through him.
“I do,” he all but purred, watching me intensely, his arms resting at his sides as I slowly teased him while preparing him. “I’ve never had someone talk like this about me.”
“Ever?” I asked, running my tongue back down his shaft and suckling gently at the base.
It wasn’t quite as sensitive as the tip, but he seemed to enjoy it, maybe because now I had him sufficiently turned on, I knew his balls were no longer ticklish but sensitive, and I was about to show them some attention.
“Not in the way you do,” he said, his chest rising and falling as his gaze never wavered from me.
“Not even...Eva?” I asked, pausing, letting my fingers rest inside him.
His head tilted. “You’re still jealous of her?”
“A little,” I admitted. Anyone else would never have been able to pull that truth from me, no matter how much they cajoled, begged, pleaded, or bullied.
But it was Eli, and as much as I despised the idea that I could feel something as petty as jealousy over his ex-girlfriend, and hopefully ex fuck buddy.
..I did. It was stupid and pointless to get upset over their former relationship, but that apparently didn’t mean a damn thing to a few voices in my head.
“But I know she was your longest sex partner between you dating and what followed. I doubt you two kept fucking just because it was convenient, not exactly your style.”
“True,” he said, brushing my hair from my eyes and smiling. “And no. She wasn’t afraid to say when she liked something, and she’s never been afraid to tell me I’m the best sex partner she’s ever had. But she’s never...done this.”