Chapter Eight
Rowan
The meeting dragged on until ten in the stuffy conference room, filled with people whose expressions said, “this could have been an email”.
But the head of the New York-based company was happy with the state of their finances for now, so Tom, our boss, gave us a pat on the back.
That was what we’d usually get for going above and beyond for a client, unless we’d reached higher targets than our other offices, then our quarterly bonus would be hefty.
Now, I had to organize paperwork for the afternoon sit-and-snooze and do calculations.
The last one was my favorite part. It was as satisfying as cleaning, organizing, sort of like…
playing Tetris. But the office silence, broken only by the constant tattoo of fingers on keyboards and an occasional cough, was driving me insane.
Troy’s desk was facing mine, which meant I knew when he was texting my sister—he was sporting a silly, lovesick grin.
“I’ll work until the lunch break from the cafe,” I said. “I need a change of scenery.”
Troy finished tapping on his phone and looked up. “I hear the view there is good too.” He waggled his eyebrows.
“Maybe it is.” My cheeks hurt from holding onto a smile that threatened to overtake my face.
“Oh, did something happen?”
“A lot.”
Troy hooted so loud, several people turned our way. I waved them off.
He rolled his chair closer. “Tell me.”
“We had a great evening. Obviously, it’s casual for both of us, so no strings, and no drama. He knows I’m going home in two months and he’s not looking for anything serious either.”
“Are you a rebound?”
“Possibly. He did mention a nasty ex, but I don’t mind.”
“A summer fling, then. Neat.”
“So far, so good.” I closed my laptop and stood up. “I’ll be back after lunch.”
“Have fun.”
The short walk in the sun, with warm wind blowing through my hair, lifted my mood, and when I entered the cafe and saw Milo chatting to people, my shoulders truly relaxed.
The smell of roasted coffee, fresh pastry, and wooden furniture that had been loved by many and still served their purpose, set the cosy vibe that permeated my senses.
Sophia was behind the counter and took my usual order. As luck would have it, a lady in a polka-dot dress vacated my favorite armchair in the corner, and I sank into the cushion with a sigh of relief, despite it not being my break time yet.
I cracked my laptop open and scanned the numbers in the spreadsheet. Yup. This would be a good session.
“Here’s your coffee, sir.” Milo’s fake British accent brought my head up. He wore his usual work apron over a white T-shirt and jeans, with delicate silver stud earrings adorning both his lobes. Even amongst the mix of smells, I picked out his. Sweet apples and a hint of mint.
What would I give to bury my face in his neck and inhale. To pull him into a hug, to feel him against mine, or trace my tongue over every ridge of his body until I could know it well enough to draw from memory.
Unfortunately, I was a civilized monster and could keep my cool in public.
“Why, thank you.” I took my cup from Milo and set it on the small, round table next to me.
“When is your lunch break?” Milo asked, then looked back where Sophia waved for him to take his time.
“At noon.”
“How long?” His eyes snapped from eyeing the vee of my shirt to my face.
My heart quickened its beating, as if wanting Milo to notice it through my ribcage. “An hour. But I may have some time left to claim if needed.”
He bit his bottom lip in a way that wasn’t as flirtatious as it was horny. “Your room?”
“I’ll be waiting.” I crossed my legs and willed my hard-on to behave.
Milo nodded once and threw himself back into buzzing around the cafe as if making everyone’s day would make his too.
I sipped my coffee and wrapped up my progress on the spreadsheet for the next half hour, then headed to my hotel room.
By a quarter past twelve, my knee was bouncing, and I clicked through all the channels on my TV.
A knock. Sure and quick.
I jumped to my feet and opened the door. Milo pushed me inside with one hand on my chest and took my face in his hands. I leaned over so he wouldn’t have to stand on tiptoes to reach my lips.
The desperation in his kiss mirrored my own—tongues brushing, lips bruising. Delicate courtesy had no place between us today; we took what we wanted and we matched in our needs.
He broke away. “I don’t have much time.”
“We can make it,” I said while I worked his jeans open.
He toed-off his sneakers and shed everything from the waist down like it was cursed. His eagerness fuelled me to act fast.
I gripped his bum that fit in my hands as if it was made to rest there.
“Your ass is so perfect.” I traced my finger down his crease and pressed on his hole, smooth and pliant.
He arched to my touch and buried his face between my pecs.
“I want to suck on your tight pucker until you come squeezing my tongue with your ass.” I growled in frustration. “But we’re in a hurry.”
Milo closed his teeth over my nipple and looked up, daring me to stop him.
I wouldn’t.
He didn’t bite, but rolled the bud then sucked until he released it with a smack of his lips. The tingling pleasure from his teasing spread through my chest and to my dick.
“Will you make me come, big man?” Milo splayed his hands on my pecs, raked his nails down to the waistband of my boxers, then squeezed my hard cock.
“Yes. Into my mouth.” I lifted him by the waist and sat him on the backrest of the sofa that stood in the middle of the living area of my suite.
His cock bounced with the movement, releasing glistening pre-cum.
“Hold on to my hair.” I knelt, parted his thighs with my hands, and took his dick to the back of my throat.
His natural scent, the salty pre-cum, and his tiny moans burrowed themselves into my system like a shot of dopamine.
Fuck double espresso. Milo would wake me up a lot faster.
I’d prepared the room for his visit, so I didn’t have to think twice to know lube was within reach. I needed only a dollop spread on my thumb to press into his pucker.
Milo tightened his grip on my hair and dug his heels into my back. My name on his lips was a plea for more, and I was ready to oblige.
I kept sucking as I worked the thick digit into him. His thighs trembled, and his quick breaths hitched. He was close. I thrust my thumb into him rhythmically, then pressed it down, stretching him.
“Oh fuck, Rowan! I’m—Ah!” he keened and shot into my throat over and over.
I swallowed greedily, milking every drop from him, my sucking becoming more delicate as his cock deflated. Pulling away, I licked him clean, feeling the muscles of his thighs relax under my touch.
He was still panting when his jeans vibrated against the hotel room floor.
“Shit shit shit.” Milo hopped off the backrest and scrambled to retrieve the device. “Yes, I’ll be right there,” he said and hung up.
He turned back to me with a grimace. “I’m sorry, but I have to run.
I need to be there for a delivery to the cafe.
” He rushed to pull on his white boxer briefs and his jeans, then paused with a hand on the doorknob.
His gaze focused on my dick, hard and ready.
“You shouldn’t have wasted so much time on me. ”
I pulled to my feet, pointing my cock straight at him, and cupped his face to force him to meet my gaze. “No moment in your presence is wasted. I loved every second of it.” I kissed him briefly. “Go. I’ll be fine.”
Milo pursed his lips. “I wish I could stay.” He covered my hands with his and pulled them away from his face. “More than that. I wish I could feel your monstrous cock inside me. Someday.”
With one last longing glance, he disappeared behind the door, leaving me with the thought of his ass stretched wide to accommodate me.
I braced one hand on the wall and gripped my dick with the other, stroking furiously.
The taste of Milo’s cum in my mouth and the fresh memory of the sounds he’d made under my touch were enough for me to shoot a load over the door he’d left through.
Back at work, Troy clocked me after one glance, shook his head and clapped me on the back. I had no reason to hide my infatuation with the sexy barista from my friend, but he didn’t need to know the details.
Milo was on my mind for the rest of the day at work. Not in a distracting way, but rather a hum in my brain, like a calming tea that made me focus on work, knowing that something good had already happened to me today.
Troy and I had dinner at the hotel restaurant and went up to our respective rooms afterward. Some evenings we’d watch a movie or a basketball game together, but others, like tonight, he spent on video with my sister.
I sent Mom a picture of the flowers that grew outside the office building and caught up on the family group chat where Raina’s wedding plans took precedence. I called my parents at least once a week and kept in contact with Riley and Ruben on and off daily.
Showered, I pulled on boxers and stretched on the bed.
My body handled temperature changes well, so I found clothes useless when I was alone, but the hotel room didn’t feel like home.
I turned on a random movie on the TV and scrolled through social media on my phone.
My CryptiMatch remained closed, and with Milo’s stamina, I may not need it at all during my stay in Wendigo Hills.
A knock sounded on my door. I glanced at my watch. Seven-thirty. I muted the TV and tossed my phone away.
Not bothering with a shirt, I opened the door in underwear only.
He stood in the corridor with damp hair and a T-shirt back to front, with the tag grazing his Adam’s apple, and the shortest shorts known to man. He was gorgeous.
“Milo?” My body filled with sunshine, and I stepped aside to let him in.
“We didn’t get to umm…finish what we started during lunch break. So I thought—”
“You’re brilliant.” I locked the door and brushed his hair back.
“I also brought the pretzels you like.” He lifted a partly squished bag.
“Perfect.” I scooped him into my arms and he wrapped his legs around my waist, linking our lips in a desperate, wet kiss.
Something thumped to the ground.
I glanced in the direction of the sound.
“Oops.” Milo bit his lip and blushed.
“Where was it?” I sat Milo on the bed and picked up the silicone butt plug from the floor.
“In my pocket.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Do you want me to use it on you?”
“I’ve been stretching in the shower, remembering what we did during lunch break.” He wiggled his bum. “Then I thought it would be fun to keep it in until I get here.”
“You rode a bike with this thing?” Oh the imagery!
He grinned. “Only halfway. I had to take it out in an alley so I wouldn’t come.”
“You’re nuts. I love it. Bring any toys you want to play with next time.”
He beamed. “I will.”
If we had an ounce of shame between us, it was gone now. Both of us embraced the situation for what it was and rolled with it.
Milo splayed a hand on my chest, raking it through the hair there and pressed. I let him guide me to sit on the edge of the bed. I’d allow him to do much more to me than gentle guidance.
He straddled my lap and traced his hands from my triceps along my shoulders to my face. The air became thick with our breathing and heavy with an undeniable pull.
Milo parted his lips as if to say something. But no words came.
Instead, he kissed me with a delicate reverence, as if testing the waters to learn what worked best for both of us. Then he dove deeper, melting into me, gripping my hair, grinding his hips on my dick while his was making an impression on my abdomen.
I sent my hands up his thighs and under his sexy shorts, squeezing his butt. He wasn’t wearing anything else underneath. Fuck. He was out to kill me. I grazed his hole with my finger, finding it slicked with lube.
If I were having a wet dream, may I not wake up until we’d both be smeared in each other’s cum.
“Is this okay?”
Milo nodded against my shoulder. “Yes.”
I pressed in and buried two fingers in him. Dear Gods of slutty little holes, he was so ready.
He pushed back, fucking himself on my fingers, digging his short nails into my shoulders. On a whimper, he sucked on my nipple, then closed his teeth over it.
I let out a low growl as an onslaught of pain and pleasure hit me.
“Can you come like that?”
“No.” He gasped, rocking back and forth. “I want to see you come when I’m not mind-fucked by your mouth and fingers.”
I chuckled, wiggled my fingers inside him, and pulled out.
In a swift move, I turned us over and slid his shorts down his legs. The fabric landed on a night lamp, improving the decor immensely.
Milo caught me by the forearm. “My ass can’t take your cock, I’m sorry.” His gaze was not full of fear but of regret.
“Don’t be. That happens to me a lot. But I know you ride a bike every day.”
“I do…” Milo frowned, then chewed on his bottom lip, but followed my lead as I laid him on his back and lifted his legs up.
Would he think it weird if I sucked his toes? Not now.
“Can I fuck your thighs?” I asked.
His expression brightened. “Yes. That way I can see your orgasm face.”
“Is it ugly?” I kissed his ankle.
“No, it’s expressive.”
“That means ugly. But I don’t care if that’s what you want.”
Using the leftover lube, I slicked my dick, held Milo by both ankles in my left hand, and slipped my cock between Milo’s thighs. “Oh fuck.” I moved, thrusting, keeping his legs closed and flush to my chest.
His nipple piercings reflected the delicate pink glow from the light strips around the room and, as if reading my mind, he pinched one in his fingers.
I was giving him no pleasure at all, not in a sexual sense, but his eyes shone with joy. “You’re so fucking hot, Milo. Fuck.”
“Oh yeah? Hot enough to come?” He grinned. “Show me?”
“Yes! Fuck.” I groaned as if Milo reached into me and pulled the orgasm from the depths of me I didn’t know existed. With a choked sound, I shot onto his chest and kept coming, hugging Milo’s legs like a raft in the storm of my own creation.
And I just fucked his thighs.
But with Milo, nothing was “just”. Every caress, kiss, and bite was special.
Fuck.
I had to be careful, or this adorable twink would ruin me.
Author's notes:
Okay, so confession time. I’ve never “been” with a bigfoot before so I had to do research for this one. I asked around and got a first person encounter from a friend, then he sent me some links and umm…wow. My descriptions are scientifically accurate.