Chapter Fourteen #2
I groaned but didn’t answer him, too preoccupied with sucking his dick.
But I did grasp around for the lube, fumbling to pour some over my hands without looking so I could start fingering him open.
I was sure half of it went on the bed, but I didn’t give a shit.
I could easily change the sheets before we fell asleep.
My slick fingers lightly slid between his arse cheeks, and I briefly pulled off his cock to ask, “Is this okay?”
“Fuck yeah,” Milo said, pushing back against me like he was trying to force my fingers inside him. “Want you inside me.”
“I think you’re forgetting something,” I said teasingly as I looked up at him, my breath ghosting over the sensitive head of his dick.
“Please! Please, Rupert! Fucking want you inside me. Don’t make me wait.”
“Mmm, you’re so cute when you beg. You give in so easily.”
If he was going to argue, it once again faded on his lips as I swallowed his cock down and slowly pushed my finger inside him, letting the dual sensations flood him.
Milo swore and I smirked around his dick as his shaft jumped on my tongue.
I could get very used to seeing him like this—spread out, cursing, and losing himself to pleasure on the end of my fingers, mouth, and cock.
It was a powerful feeling, to know I was the one making him fall apart, and I wanted to experience it over and over again.
Milo’s moans were music to my ears as I slowly opened him up, spreading him open on my fingers until he was whining and begging. “Please, Rupert, this is… fuck, this is torture!”
“Want me to stop?”
“NO! I want you to get your dick inside me!”
“How do you want it?” I asked, kissing the head of his cock and curling my fingers inside him, stroking his prostate until he cursed.
“F-From behind. Want you to fucking pound me.”
“Get on your knees then.” I pulled my fingers out of him and sat up, giving him enough room to roll over. He dropped his shoulders to the bed, wiggling his arse in front of me, his waiting hole glistening with lube. “Fuck, Milo. You look so perfect like this.”
“Yeah?”
“Yes.”
“Good, then get your fucking cock in me! Please!”
I chuckled as I got to my knees, ripping a condom wrapper open and rolling it onto my dick. “One day, I’ll teach you patience.”
“I doubt it,” Milo said as I guided my cock to his hole, tapping it against his sensitive rim. “You want this as much as me.”
There was no point in lying to him. “True.” I groaned as I pressed my cock past his rim, filling him slowly. My breath came in ragged pants as I tried to control myself, desperate not to come before I managed to fuck him for more than thirty seconds.
I stilled as I bottomed out, looking at the beautiful, arched line of Milo’s spine where his shoulders were pressed into the mattress. I was so deep inside him, and it felt so fucking good.
“Are you gonna move?” Milo asked, twisting his head around to look at me.
“God, you’re a bossy bottom,” I said, rolling my hips in the hope of shutting him up. Or turning his snarky words into moans.
“Y-You love it.”
“Maybe.”
“It’s because you’re the same… I… fuck, yes! Right there!” He groaned loudly, pushing back against me as I gripped his hips and began to pound him.
“You love that I’m bossy,” I growled, leaning over him to press a kiss between his shoulder blades. “Top or bottom, you love doing what you’re told to. As long as it’s me telling you.”
“Nobody else, sweetheart. Wouldn’t want anyone but you.”
My hands tightened on his hips as I fucked him harder, pleasure building under my skin like a storm at sea. Milo gasped and groaned, sinking further into the bed as his hands gripped the duvet by his head. He looked so perfect like this, and all I could think about was how I wanted him to be mine.
But it was never going to happen.
“Rupert,” Milo groaned. “I… Holy fuck, I’m getting close. I’m… fuck, I’m gonna come!”
His arse clenched around me as he came untouched, his body shaking as needy moans and hurried curses filled the air. Fuck. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d had a partner who could do that.
I didn’t think I’d ever made someone come hands-free.
The realisation shot through me like I’d been struck by lightning and I gasped as my orgasm slammed into me, splitting me apart and shaking me down to my core. The pleasure was intense—not only from the physicality but from the realisation that had accompanied it.
“Holy fuck,” Milo said with a breathless chuckle, looking over his shoulder at me with wide eyes and an open smile as I finally slowed and came to a stop, my fingers still digging into his hip. “That was incredible.”
“I… I made you come hands-free.”
“Yeah, sweetheart, you did.” He arched indulgently, and it reminded me of a satisfied cat stretching.
“I’ve never done that before.”
“Congratulations.” He smirked. “You should do it again sometime. And I can try to do the same to you. After all, it would only be fair.”
“Okay… Yes… I’d like that.” I slowly pulled out of him and leant over his arched body to kiss him. He hummed happily, rolling over underneath me and putting his arms around me to pull me against him.
We kissed slowly for a while and I couldn’t remember the last time I’d felt this relaxed. Well, apart from two days ago when we’d done this.
“You don’t have anywhere to be tomorrow, do you?” I asked. I was supposed to get up and do chores, because Monday was the day I’d assigned myself for life admin and I usually didn’t like to waste it.
But one week off wouldn’t kill me. Sometimes, there were more important things than laundry and housework.
“No. But I thought you had to get up?”
“It’s fine,” I said, kissing him again. “Will you stay? Please.”
“Sure.” He grinned. “Whatever you want, sweetheart.”
I smiled, pressing my lips against his.
And trying to ignore the funny knot that had suddenly formed in my chest.