Chapter 10 #2
Miles whined again, so I leaned back down and swallowed him to the back of my throat again. He shouted, and I ate up every single sound he made. Each one pushed me closer to the edge.
The taste of his skin on my tongue, the scent of his arousal, the sounds of pleasure falling from his lips.
It was all almost too much.
I grabbed onto myself as I continued sucking and licking him, and I began to jerk myself off to the sounds and scent of everything… Miles.
His body tensed, and I knew he was about to come, so I sucked harder, making sure to swirl my tongue around his sensitive tip every time I moved up and down on his cock.
He tensed, and his cum hit my tongue, as his body quivered and he groaned low and loud.
I moaned as I swallowed down the salty flavor and sucked again.
He shouted my name, and I almost came just from that.
When I sucked him dry and licked him clean, he was a panting mess, looking at me from hooded eyes. I sat up, jerking myself as I took in Miles’s debauched form. He was so fucking gorgeous, and when he lifted his head to look at me, his brown eyes meeting my blue ones, that was all it took.
My orgasm rushed through me, little tingles of bliss shooting off every nerve ending as cum shot out and landed right on Miles’s belly.
He hummed, like he enjoyed the sight, and then he stared right at me, dipped his finger in my cum, and put it in his mouth, moaning in approval. That made me shoot more.
I gasped out, “Oh fuck, Miles.”
When I was finally rung dry, I slumped forward, landing with my head buried in his neck, my cum squished between us and making my shirt stick to his belly.
Miles ran his fingers through my hair, and after a few minutes of catching our breath, he said, “We never made it to the bedroom.”
I laughed and leaned up to kiss him. He kissed me back without hesitation, tasting himself on my tongue and humming into my mouth. He liked that.
Well, I could certainly make this a habit.
Only… maybe not on the steps because my knees were starting to ache.
“We need to get cleaned up,” he murmured, but he wrapped his arms around me, holding me tight to him and belying his words.
We stayed there for several more minutes, simply just… being together.
Then finally, he smacked my bare ass. “Get up, you. We need to get cleaned up, and these steps are starting to dig into my back.”
“Oh shit. Sorry.” I pushed up off of him. “I didn’t even think of that.”
He waved me off as we both got to our feet. I picked up our clothes and followed his naked butt—literally—to the bedroom. His shirt was a mess of cum, and he looked sexy as hell with his cute, pert ass hanging out.
But Miles went straight into the en suite—he really did seem to be body shy at times—so I dropped the clothes into the hamper and pulled my shirt off, throwing it in too. Luckily, most of the mess was on my shirt, so I went ahead and found some sweatpants and t-shirts for both of us.
When Miles came out of the bathroom, I was still half-naked, and he paused, looking me up and down before quickly averting his eyes. He flushed, and I smiled, walked over to him, grabbed his hip, and kissed his cheek.
“I like it when you look at me,” I whispered into his ear.
The red on his face turned a deeper shade. “I… I…”
With a small laugh, I gave his cheek another kiss, then passed his clean clothes over. He took them and walked back into the bathroom without another word.
Sometimes he really could be so shy, even after we’d been together for a little over two months. I knew a lot of it had to do with his empath magic and the way other people had treated him in the past. But I really hoped he was starting to see that I wasn’t like those other people, those other men.
Or even his parents, who’d probably fucked him up more than anyone—who the hell refused to touch, to hug, to offer affection to their son?
Every time Miles brought up something from his childhood, it made me ache for that kid. It made me wish I could go back in time and actually reach out to him, befriend him. Give him a fucking hug.
But I’d been stupid back then—weren’t all teenagers, honestly?—and I couldn’t go back in time. All I could do was keep showing Miles that I was here and that touch could be… good. Could be fun. Could be comforting.
Miles came back out of the bathroom fully dressed, and since I was dressed too, I walked over to him and pulled him into my arms, kissing his temple as he slowly wrapped his arms around my waist. After a few tense seconds, he rested his head on my shoulder and let out a shuddering breath.
I held him for a long time, and all of my own nerves, my own insecurities that’d come up because of my sister’s earlier text, finally faded into the background. They didn’t disappear, and I was sure they’d pop up again soon, but they were pushed far enough back that my anxiety went away.
“Are you alright?” he whispered to me, not letting go.
I sighed and rested my head against his. “Yeah… I think I am.”
He nodded. “Do you want to talk about it?”
“No. I’m… fine. Maybe later? But right now, I just want to… hold you for a while.”
“Okay. But does it have to be standing? My legs are getting tired.”
I snorted and released him. “No, let’s get in bed and turn on a movie.”
“Sounds great.” He started to turn for the bed, but stopped and turned back. He stepped in close and pressed a soft kiss to my lips before practically diving into the bed like he was hiding from his own sweet actions.
But since he was right where I wanted him anyway, I dove in after him, tackled him to the bed, and started tickling his sides. He cracked up, kicking his legs and trying to push me off.
“Stooooooopppp! Win!”
I laughed too, but I relented and started kissing him again. After a few seconds, he wrapped his arms around my waist and let me sink into the kiss.
His hands rubbed my back, and then I felt a poke in my side that turned into a super aggressive tickle.
“Fuck!” I laughed and rolled off of him. “You sneaky bastard.”
He cracked up and leaned up on one elbow, giving me another kiss. “Payback’s a bitch, sweet cheeks.”
A chuckle came out, and I gently smacked his chest with the back of my hand. “Yeah, yeah. That’s fair. Now come here so we can cuddle.”
“Not until you pinky swear that you won’t tickle me anymore tonight.”
I let out a put-upon sigh. “Do you swear you won’t either?”
He rolled his eyes, but he was smiling as he held his pinky out to me. “I swear.”
“Fiiiine.” I linked my pinky with his and bobbed it up and down a few times like a weird pinky handshake. “I won’t tickle you anymore… tonight.”
He narrowed his eyes. “Or in the morning, especially not when I’m asleep or just waking up.”
I sighed again like I was annoyed, but I couldn’t contain my grin. “Fine. Promise. But you better promise you won’t either.”
He rolled his eyes. “I’m not the one that always starts tickle wars.”
I snorted. “Promise me, sugar butt.”
“Oh my god, I promise. Now give me my pinky back.”
Instead of letting go, I brought his pinky up to my mouth and kissed its knuckle. “Sealed with a kiss.”
He laughed, and I released him before opening my arms. Miles grabbed the remote off the nightstand, then scooted in close.
As if by cue, the three animals—Sola, Goliath, and Odin—all rushed into the bedroom and took up residence on the bed, or on top of us.
Goliath lay across my and Miles’s legs, and Odin on his belly, while Sola perched on the headboard, pecking affectionately at my hair. It made me smile.
As I lay there with my boyfriend in my arms, sated, happy, surrounded by our little animal family, I couldn’t help but wish I could have this every night.
Miles wasn’t ready to move in or even talk about moving in together, but I really hoped we were heading in that direction.
I sighed internally. For fuck’s sake, he only just admitted we were boyfriends, and I was over here wondering if I could move in with him? No way was he ready for that.
“Wanna talk about it?” Miles asked, shocking me into stillness.
Did he… did I… did I say all of that out loud?
When I didn’t respond, he leaned up off my shoulder to look at my face. “Are you okay? Are you upset about your sister?”
I blinked at him, then sagged in relief. Thank god, he didn’t know I was thinking about moving in together. He thought I was tense because of Maggie.
Which… I was. Unfortunately.
“I… am, but I’m also… kind of hopeful? Like, I’m trying not to be because we have no idea what she’s going to say or what kind of person she is after thirteen years. But… she was one of my best friends when we were kids, so I’m really hoping she’s being… genuine.”
He hugged me tighter. “I hope so too, Win. I really, really hope so.”
I hugged him back and let myself get lost in his scent and the feel of him in my arms while we watched a movie. We’d need to get up to eat, but right now, all I cared about was relaxing with my… with my boyfriend.
I grinned. My boyfriend.