66. Milo
66
Milo
T hea was the most beautiful creature I’d ever seen in my life. Her fierce nature, combined with her underlying vulnerability, captivated me. The girls in my past, those pretty little dolls, didn’t hold a candle to Thea.
She understood me. My little quirks didn’t freak her out. My dislike of physical touch didn’t phase her, whereas Haley had called me a freak.
Haley was the reason my father had sent me away to be ‘reprogrammed’. Everyone thought it was because I stalked her, but that wasn’t the full story. Yes, I became obsessed with her porcelain skin and ash blond hair for a while, but she knew the effect she had on me.
She’d welcomed me into her bedroom. Encouraged it even.
It was only when I refused to touch her that she grew angry.
“What wrong with you?” she’d screeched, the coarseness of her voice completely at odds with her angelic appearance. “Are you fucked in the head or something?”
She sat on her bed naked, having assumed tonight was the night we’d have sex. Only I couldn’t bring myself to touch her. The moment I went near her, my skin itched and it felt like insects were crawling all over me.
The more she cussed me out, the more my head hurt. I just wanted to hide from her. I’d made an awful mistake coming here. Cassian had warned me about her, but I hadn’t listened.
I knew I needed to leave Haley’s bedroom, but her screaming woke her father. When he found me in his precious daughter’s room, he called the police. Haley burst into tears and accused me of stalking her, which was partly true.
My father’s lawyer advised me to say nothing. In the end, Dad paid off Haley’s family in return for them signing an NDA. Then he sent me away.
My skin didn’t itch when I touched Thea’s golden flesh. She had never judged me. The fact I wasn’t like the other guys didn’t bother her.
Even though my brain wasn’t wired the same as other people’s, she accepted me as I was. Maybe it was because she was different, too. We were all damaged, which was probably why we’d connected.
Thea’s breast was soft yet firm. I loved the way she arched her back when I touched her, pushing into my hand. I’d watched porn, so I knew the mechanics of sex, but I’d never tried any of the things I’d watched.
Never really wanted to until I met Thea.
Now I wanted to do it all. Every filthy thing.
Seeing her flushed and glowing as she stood between Kyril and Landon this morning had awakened something in me. I wanted to feel what they felt when they touched her, tasted her, licked that spot between her legs that made her scream with pleasure.
My dick throbbed uncomfortably against the stiff denim of my jeans, but I was much too focused on Thea to do anything about it.
Small steps.
“You can do more, Milo,” Thea whispered in a low voice. She kicked the covers down, even though it was cool in her room. The tiny shorts she wore rode low on her hips, taunting me, but my attention remained fixed on her breasts.
Her nipples had stiffened in the cool air. My mouth watered as I imagined tasting them. Would she like that?
I leaned closer, alert for any signs of discomfort. It was hard to read people, but I’d spent a lot of time watching Thea, and I’d grown more familiar with her tells.
When she felt uncomfortable, she tensed up and chewed her lip. She wasn’t doing either of those things now. Instead, her lips were parted and her breathing fast and shallow.
She wanted this.
Wanted me.
“Can I suck your nipples?” Consent was important. Landon had told me that ages ago. Not long after the Haley incident.
“Yes.” From the eager way the words fell from her lips, she wanted this as much as I did, which gave me confidence.
I bent down and licked one hard nipple. Thea moaned softly as my tongue swirled around it, enjoying the taste of her skin.
Coconut and vanilla. Emboldened by her reaction, I sucked her nipple between my lips, and she moaned louder.
“God, yes, like that!” This was amazing. So much better than I imagined. Touching her felt right, even if my cock ached like it was about to explode in my jeans.
Thea’s nipple popped out from between my lips as I reached down to adjust myself. Wearing jeans had been a mistake. There wasn’t enough give in the heavy fabric. And the zipper grating against my shaft was positively painful.
“Are you OK?” Thea looked down and frowned. “That must be… uncomfortable.”
“It is,” I admitted.
“You can unzip your jeans if it helps,” she suggested. “Don’t worry, I won’t touch you if you don’t want me to.”
I let her words sink in. Would it be so awful if she touched me, too? I’d lain close to her while she slept often enough, our bodies touching sometimes. Not once had I panicked or suffered any adverse reaction.
Maybe it would feel good if she touched me? Perhaps it would be better than when I touched myself?
“I might like it if you touched me,” I said, feeling the truth in my statement.
“We can experiment with what feels good,” Thea replied. Phrasing it as an experiment settled me. My brain liked experiments. Every action has an equal and opposite reaction .
She watched as I unzipped my jeans and tugged them down my hips, sighing with relief as the pressure on my dick eased. I still wore boxers, but they weren’t as tight.
Her fingers danced closer, and I tensed, waiting for the familiar itchy sensation to crawl across my skin, but I felt nothing but excitement at the thought of Thea’s hands on me.
She brushed over my straining shaft. My body jolted. Even with a layer of cotton between us, it felt amazing.
“That feels… good,” I admitted.
“Do you want more?” The breathy way she asked told me she wanted this as much as I did.
“Yes.”
I kicked off my jeans and then held my breath as she pulled my boxers down. The only point of contact between us was her small hand on me as she stroked my hard cock. I pinned my gaze on her hand as she shifted so she leaned over me. Her breast brushed my hip as she moved, and I groaned.
Almost immediately, she froze. “Do you want me to stop?” she asked, worried, her hand locked around my shaft.
“No,” I ground out. Please don’t stop. Not ever .
“OK.” My body tensed as she moved her hand up and down, pre-cum lubricating its passage. I was going to come. I could feel the familiar sensation building in my balls, and there was no way to stop the inevitable.
Before I could warn her, my orgasm hit me hard. The room faded as waves of pleasure overtook me, cum bursting from me with each hard pulse. By the time my orgasm waned, I could barely move.
My abs glistened with my release, and worse, it was all over Thea’s hand. What a mess. I looked up, expecting to see disgust all over her face, but there was nothing but wonder.
“I made you come!” she grinned.
“I’m sorry, I made a mess.”
She sat up and wiped her hand on her discarded tee while I tried not to ogle her breasts. My dick was still half-hard, not at all sated. Given a small amount of encouragement, I’d be ready to go again. Which was strange.
Left to my own devices, sex wasn’t a big priority, and unlike most guys my age, random hookups were unappealing. I’d always assumed I was asexual.
Maybe I was demisexual?
“I don’t mind.” Thea used the tee to wipe my abs and then tossed it on the floor. Then she lay back and pulled the covers over us. I pulled my boxers up and tried to work out what she wanted.
Should I go now? Was that what women preferred? Or did she want me to stay?
“Um, thank you.” It seemed only polite to thank her for making me come.
Thea snorted. “You’re welcome, Milo.” Then her expression turned more serious, at least so far as I could tell in the dim light. “Are you alright?” She chewed her lip. Oh, that meant she was uncomfortable. “I mean, I feel like I pushed you a bit. And I didn’t want to make you do something you weren’t ready for. So I mean, what I’m trying to say is, have I messed this up?”
The way she stumbled over her words was adorable. She was adorable.
“I’m fine. I liked you touching me. Nobody’s ever touched me like that before.” I paused. “Aside from myself, of course.”
She huffed out a laugh. “Of course.”
I went still as I belatedly realized she hadn’t got anything from this. I was selfish. The worst kind of man. A man who took and didn’t give back. Only I had no clue how to make her come.
Landon would have helped me if he was here. He often joked that if I ever popped my cherry he’d have to provide instructions. He once offered to film one of his encounters, for educational purposes. So I could learn from his techniques.
Cassian told him he was a pervert and to fuck off. Landon had laughed his head off and said if anyone needed a step-by-step guide, it was me.
Honestly, he wasn’t wrong. He was an annoying bastard at times, but I would have liked his input right now.
“Are you OK?” I asked.
“Me? I’m fine.” She half turned toward me. “Why do you ask?”
“Um, because you didn’t…” I waved my hand vaguely in her direction, hoping she read between the lines.
“Ohh, you mean because I didn’t, um, finish.” I felt sure if the light was better, I’d see her blush. While she wasn’t the sort of girl who embarrassed easily, I’d noticed how quickly she blushed when she interacted with Landon and Kyril, like her emotions were all over the place when she spent time with one of us.
“Yes,” I confirmed. “Do you need to come?”
“It would be nice,” she admitted. “But I don’t need to. I’ve had a lot of orgasms lately.” She coughed, half-laughing. Of course she had.
She didn’t need me when she had Landon and Kyril at her disposal. Those two were most accomplished at dishing out orgasms. Cassian too. I’d had to listen to them pleasuring women more than a few times, separately and together. It was why I’d invested in the most expensive noise-canceling headphones money could buy.
“Of course. You don’t need me.”
“No, wait!” Her hand shot out and touched my wrist. We both froze, waiting for me to react badly, but nothing happened. “I’m sorry,” she breathed. “I know better than to touch you without asking.” But before she could yank her hand away, I grabbed it.
“Thea, I like you touching me.”
“You do?”
“Yes. That’s why I climaxed.”
She giggled. “Well, yeah, I figured as much, but that was sexual. I know you hate random touches, which me touching you just then was.”
I considered my words before replying. “You’re different. I like it when you touch me, and not just sexually. Your touch feels good. You can touch me any time you like.”
“Really?”
“Yes.”
“That’s good.” She slid a bit closer, so our upper bodies touched and her breasts pressed against my arm. I still wore a tee shirt, but I could feel the heat of her skin through the fabric, and it was comforting.
“We should get some sleep,” she said after a few minutes. “I have a class at 9.”
“Are you sure you don’t need to…?”
“No, I’m good,” she smiled before sliding her arm across my waist. I pulled up the covers some more, so she didn’t get cold.
Her body resting against me felt right. Like her broken pieces fitted mine perfectly.
I still had no clue who she really was. It was obvious Thea was hiding many things, not least her true identity, but I no longer cared. It didn’t matter.
All that mattered was that I’d found her.
And I wasn’t ever letting her go.