Chapter 2
CHAPTER TWO
Dinner was over and we all sat around our kitchen table with empty plates in front of us, the whole tuna casserole gone. “Damn, that was amazing.” I rubbed my stomach.
“The pizza was good, too.” Mason, sitting at the head of the table with an empty pizza box in front of him, wiped his mouth with a paper towel, then stood up. “Who’s doing dishes?”
“Not me, I cooked.” Jonah squared his gaze on Tyler, then Myles.
“Fine.” With a sigh, Myles stood up and collected plates.
My phone buzzed on the table next to my plate. I picked it up.
Milo
What are you doing? Want to hook up?
A grin broke out over my face. Oh, hell yes. My dick perked up.
“Oh, Jesus. Is it Milo?” Jonah peered at me while handing his plate to Myles.
“It is.” I tapped my reply on the screen. Hopefully he wasn’t thinking of coming here for once, but he usually only texted when his friends were all out.
Archer
I’m free. Your place again? I’ve got a full house tonight.
Milo
Yep. When can you get here?
Archer
Ten minutes?
Milo
I’ll be waiting.
With my cock already plumping, I adjusted myself in my athletic shorts. “I’ll uh, see you all later.” I hopped up from my chair. I had helped cook, so I didn’t feel too badly about leaving.
“Have a good time.” With a sly grin, Ace stood up next to me and patted my back.
“Oh, I will.” I grabbed my car keys off the kitchen counter and left. I wasn’t going to waste any time.
After parking my Honda SUV on the front curb at Milo’s home, I scanned over the thick grass in his yard and tall trees in the neighborhood, the orange hues of the sunset splashing across the sky. His house was in a similar bungalow style to mine, but still had the original landscaping.
I climbed out of my vehicle and strode up the walkway.
The door flung open, and Milo stepped onto the entry, his dark curls surrounding his green eyes, a white, cropped top showing off the muscles of his abs over his tight jean shorts. He was way smaller than me and cute as hell.
“Hey, you.” I cupped his cheek and pressed a long, deep kiss on his mouth.
He leaned into me and freed a soft moan into my kiss, then broke it. “You look good tonight.” He flashed his eyes at me, then with a giggle, snatched my hand and led me into his house.
I perused the modern black sectional in the main room with dark wood coffee tables, then followed him down the hallway and into his bedroom. I’d never spent any time in the main room here but was always in his bedroom. Shit, like the puck bunny Tyler had mentioned? No, it wasn’t the same.
A soft glow lit the room from the closed draperies on the wall of Milo’s bedroom.
Since it was still summer, the sun was out late.
My gaze fell to his desk. He had a pair of huge monitors on it and some digital drawing pads that I wasn’t too sure how he used.
Posters hung on his walls of the types of beautiful men you might see in a video game or an anime.
“You drew those, right?” I’d yet to ask him too much about himself.
“I did.” He stepped to me and looked up, his tongue darting over his thick lips, his hands brushing over my chest. “When do you start hockey practice?”
“In about a week.” I planted my hands on his hips, my cock waking and lengthening in my shorts. “I’m pretty much free the rest of the week though.”
“Yeah? Good to know.” He pressed his lips to mine, softly at first, then harder, sliding his tongue inside my mouth and tangling it with my own. Pinching a nipple, he ground his solid dick on mine.
Sensation sparked from my chest to my aching cock, and I wound my hand around the back of his neck, our kisses growing hungry, needful.
He walked me to the edge of his bed, then shoved me down on my back. “Can I fuck you again?” His eyelids hooded over his darkened eyes, and he unfastened his shorts and shucked them down his legs, his cock straining to his hip under a pair of red lace panties.
My dick pulsed in my shorts and dribbled precum into my underwear.
He was taking control again. He was a wicked one and I loved it.
“Hell yes.” I shimmied my shorts and boxer briefs off, then skimmed my shirt over my head and threw it all to the floor.
My breath quickened as my gaze raked over his slender body from head to toe.
With a sexy smirk, he climbed onto the bed in only his short shirt and panties, and straddled my hips, then fell over me on straight arms. “I love fucking you, Archer.” He flicked his tongue over my mouth, then sucked the bottom lip between his teeth and pulled on it.
My skin heated and my balls ached. “I love it when you fuck me.” Because, no other guys did it quite like him. Maybe they were unsure because of my size, who knew.
He sat on my dick and wiggled his hips, then nibbled down the column of my neck and pinched one nipple, then the other.
Rocking into him, I chased friction and pressure. “Fuck…” I rasped, kneading my fingers into his back, then down to cup his ass.
With a sly grin, he crept his way down me, stopping at my nipples to flick them with his tongue and giving them a soft bite, then licked his way to my groin.
My skin pebbled with goosebumps and my cock pulsed off my stomach. “Suck me a little, Milo.” I needed it now.
With a flash of his eyes, he peeked up at me, then devoured me whole, sucking my cock into his hot, wet mouth and fluttering his tongue over my shaft while fisting the base.
“Oh, holy hell.” With a groan, I slapped my hands to the back of his head and thrust into his pumping mouth. Pleasure wound tight in my gut and tingled all the way to my toes, curling them.
His cheeks hollowed with the force of his sucking, and he took me to the back of his throat, then moaned over my dick.
The vibration swept sparks up my spine. My dick twitched and my balls drew up. “Holy fuck, Milo.” I pushed him off me. He’d almost made me come, damn it.
He sat up on tucked legs, between my thighs and gave me a devious grin, then wiped his lips with the back of his hand. “Too much?” He palmed his swollen cock through his panties and his lips parted in a barely audible whimper. “I think I’m ready.”
“Come here.” I pushed him over and rolled on top of him, then shimmied down between his legs. God, I loved the panties on him. “Let me give you a little something.” I tongued his dick through the lace, then slipped his head out of the band and licked the flared crown.
He squirmed below me, moaning, over and over. “Oh fuck, Archer, god damn, that feels good.”
“Yeah?” I pulled the panties down some more and sucked him to the back of my throat, the salty taste of his precum gliding over my tongue. I pumped him with my mouth for a few long minutes, enjoying his whimpers and the way he writhed on the bed.
Grabbing my head, he stopped me. “Let me fuck you now.” His gaze locked on mine, and he raked his teeth over his lower lip.
As I lifted the corner of my mouth, I said, “Okay, hands and knees?” That’s what he seemed to like best and so did I, pretty much.
He nodded, his pupils flaring.
I crawled to his side and rested on my elbows and knees, exposing myself to him.
He lifted off the bed, then moved behind me and skimmed his hand up and down my ass. “Fuck, you have a fine ass, Archer.” He slapped it.
With a gasp, I jolted, and my ass clenched. Jesus, what he did to me. I hung my head between my arms. “Fuck me, Milo.”
“Yeah?” He leaned over to his nightstand and grabbed a bottle of lube and a condom, then lowered his panties to his thighs and slathered his fingers in the lube. Leaning over me, he circled my hole with his fingers, then bit at my back. “You ready?”
“I’m very ready.” I took a deep breath and relaxed for him. I wasn’t new to anal by any stretch of the imagination.
Rubbing his dick over my ass cheek, he slid a finger inside me and angled it just so.
A shock of pleasure rocketed through me. “Holy shit, Milo, perfect, right there,” I gritted out. I wanted more.
As he kissed and nibbled my back, he slid a second finger inside me, pumping and stretching all at once. “Can’t wait to get inside you.” His hot dick jerked against my ass and his breath grew ragged.
“Then do it.” I panted. God, I needed it now.
He bit the condom wrapper open, then rolled it over his weeping cock and nudged it at my hole. As he spanked my ass, he slid inside me. “Take it, Archer.”
Pleasure and pain morphed together and lit me up inside. “Holy fuck.” I pushed back, impaling myself on him. “Fuck me hard, Milo.”
“I know how you like it.” He slapped my ass again, then dug his fingers into my hips and thrust into me, again and again, riding me like no one ever had.
Plunging against my prostate over and over, tension coiled in my gut and my dick bobbed between my thighs, leaking precum.
He left my hip with one hand and fisted my cock, pumping it with a slick hand while he drove his dick into my ass.
My thighs quivered as I lost myself in sensation, all my nerves firing at once. As my balls grew heavy, the peak of climax surged inside me. “C-close…”
“Yeah? You gonna come for me?” He quickened the pace with his hips and on my dick.
“Oh, Jesus, fuck,” I gritted out as I tumbled over the edge, my whole body tingling at once and sparks lighting up behind my eyes. My cum spurted over his fingers and painted my chest while waves of pleasure pinched my insides.
He groaned and gasped and his rhythm stuttered, then he pushed inside me and held it, and pushed again.
As it all slowed, he fell over my back, panting, then pulled out and dropped to the side on his back.
“Damn, Archer, that felt good.” He planted the heel of his hand on his forehead, a soft smile playing over his lips.
I tumbled onto my side, facing him. “It sure did. I think I needed that.” I chuckled. It was a fine way to let off some steam before classes and practice began.
He removed the condom and tied it off, then tossed it to the floor. “I obviously needed it, too.”
I thought a minute, the discussion with Tyler rolling through my head. “Hey, where are your bandmates?” I edged into his side. Should I cuddle with him a little bit? Would he let me?
“Some are at work, others are out with their boyfriends.” His gaze found mine and he rolled to his side, tucking his hands under his pillow.
“Would it be okay if I met them some time?” I pursed my lips. Shit, that didn’t come out right.
His breath caught and his eyes widened. “What do you mean? You want to come to a gig?”
I looked off toward the window, bracing myself, then focused on him. “What if we started dating?”
“Dating?” His brows twitched together for a beat. “I uh, yeah, I suppose we could do that.” He gnawed on his lower lip. “I have um, my friend is moving back here from Flag, so…”
What did that have to do with it? “The firefighter you told me about?” I inched closer to him, then wound an arm over him. “Come here.” As I rolled to my back, I pulled him into my side. There, that was better.
He rested his head on my shoulder and laid his arm across my chest. “Yeah, Ryder. He’s moving back and I need to spend some time with him.”
“So, are you saying you don’t have time to date me?” Shit, I’d really fucked this up. Maybe I was reading more into our hookups than was there.
“I don’t know.” He propped up onto an elbow and wound his gaze to mine. “I want to start dating someone. But I…” He swallowed hard. “I do like you, Archer. But when Ryder comes back to town—”
“I get it.” With a nod, I breathed through the ache in my chest. There was something there between Ryder and him. “Ryder is straight, right?”
He dipped his gaze to my chest. “Yeah, he’s straight.” He blew a lock of bang off his forehead, furrowing his brows. “But I should start dating. All my friends have boyfriends now.” He ticked his head.
“Okay.” That wasn’t a great reason for us to start dating, but I’d take it at this point. What could it hurt? “So, maybe I can come to one of your shows?” I cupped his chin and turned his gaze to mine.
“Yeah, you can come to one of our shows.” He planted a kiss on my lips. “That would be fun.” He gave me a warm grin.