Chapter Nineteen
Rowan
I let myself into Milo’s house with the key he’d given me when he’d been recovering from the accident and never wanted back. “I hope it’s okay I’m early,” I yelled from the hall, setting my laptop bag on the sidetable.
“Yeah. I’m in the bathroom.”
I followed his voice to the doorway and took in the view of Milo stretched in a tub full of bubbles.
The sink counter was riddled with dildos, dilators, and butt plugs. But what drew my attention was the inflatable plug I hadn’t seen before.
“Hi.” He grinned, following my gaze. “It’s toy chest deep-cleaning day.”
“I can see that. Is this new?” I picked up the pump handle and gave it a squeeze. It inflated the plug and held the air.
“I got it before the wedding, actually, along with Roro, but I want you to use it on me. Playing by myself is not as much fun.”
The need to sit was not because all my blood drained from my brain to my dick. Not at all. Either way, I plopped onto the closed toilet and leaned forward, bracing my elbows on my thighs. “Oh, it’s not?”
“Nope.”
“Is that how you want me to get my new favorite coffee ingredient out of you tonight?”
“Yup.” He wiggled his toes sticking above the bubbles. The little menace knew what he was doing to me.
I dropped to my knees and took his big toe into my mouth, then licked all the others slowly. They were so tiny and so shapely and so fucking sexy.
“I still couldn’t believe he named a fat orange dildo after me.” I nuzzled the sole of his foot.
“He looks like your cock and keeps me entertained.” His look was so smug, I wanted to tease him so much it would melt into an O face.
But I was a sweaty mess after all day at work and walking here in the summer heat, and Milo deserved better. “Can I use your shower?”
“Of course. Hurry up.”
And sure as fuck I did.
I showered with the speed of light and with the thoroughness of a man ready to be inspected before a wedding night. I didn’t bother with clothes. When I returned to the bathroom, Milo was draining the water and rocking on all fours.
“Finally. Take this out, will you?” He looked over his shoulder, and I followed his gaze to the lavender-colored base of a plug sticking out of his ass.
Thank fuck I had no heart issues in my bloodline or I’d be suffering an attack way too often in Milo’s presence.
I ran my hands down his back to his round bum and squeezed it. “Push it out for me.” I gripped the base and pulled gently until it plopped out, leaving Milo’s hole gaping. “Fuck.” I tossed the toy into the tub and leaned over, diving my face between Milo’s ass cheeks.
Milo whimpered. “Rowan, oh gods, yes.”
I traced my tongue over his rim then sucked on the supple skin, moaning, digging my fingers into the muscles of Milo’s thighs. Lapping, indulging the sound of Milo’s breath hitching, I tasted water and the edible vanilla-flavored lube he’d used.
But he’d promised me his cum.
I moved away and smacked Milo’s cheek. “Up.”
He sprang to his feet and slipped, but I caught him and pulled him to my chest.
He was so beautiful with his flushed face and cheeky grin, I wanted to kiss him all over. And I was about to.
I climbed onto the bed with him, dripping water be damned, and began by nuzzling his ankle, then up his calf, thigh, and to his dick. It was already hard. I licked the underside and wrapped my lips around the head, sucking gently.
“I don’t wanna come so fast. Ah, Rowan.” Milo gripped my hair but didn’t pull until I bobbed on his cock several times. Then I kissed up his chest to his luscious mouth.
“What do you want, baby?”
Milo searched my face and swallowed. “Get the inflatable pump.”
I bumped my nose to his. “On it.” I jumped off the bed like my ass was on fire and got the pump from the bathroom along with lube and towels.
Milo was on all fours, waiting for me.
I took him into my arms and we kissed slowly at first, then with growing desperation until we parted on a gasp when Milo wrapped his slender fingers around my dick.
“I want to play with your cock when you stretch me.” He pushed my chest, and I fell back willingly, with the pump still in my hand. He had plans, and he was clearly impatient about following them.
Milo raked his nails over my beard, then straddled me backward, presenting his ass to me.
I kneaded his cheeks that fitted my grip like moulds, then pulled them aside, revealing his pucker that I’d love to lick again, but Milo wiggled his butt in a “hurry-up” move.
I squeezed lube over his crack and spread it with my finger around his slightly parted hole.
Milo moaned, then took the head of my cock into his mouth and did it once more, sending the vibrations through my dick to my balls. He sucked as if he had a degree in it, like it was his favorite hobby. And by gods, I was grateful.
Focus, Rangecroft.
I squeezed his cheeks with both my hands, leaving imprints of my fingertips, then let them bounce back to their perfect shape. Dipping both my index fingers into his hole, I spread it apart, massaging the rim from the inside.
“More,” Milo said with a mouthful of dick.
“Be patient.”
“No.” He let go of my cock and raked his fingernails along my thighs.
The feisty kitten had claws. Good. But I needed his mouth on me as much as I wanted to please him.
I picked up the pump, slathered it with lube, and teased his hole with the tip of the phallic-shaped plug.
Milo pushed back on it, taking in the first inch.
His lips returned to my dick, licking and kissing while he massaged my balls with his fingertips with enough pressure to drive me crazy.
I couldn’t see what he was doing, but I felt every touch when he spread pre-cum over the head of my cock and dipped the tip of his tongue into the slit.
“Fucking hell, Milo.” I thrust up a fraction, encouraging him. I’d played with sounding before, but doing it by myself was not the same as having Milo’s tongue wiggling in. His fingers were slender so maybe we could—
I stopped myself. Milo asked me to stretch his ass. I had a mission. One that I was enjoying immensely.
With more pressure, I slid the inflatable plug further into Milo until only the black tube was visible, which ended with the pump I was holding in my hand.
“Is this okay?” I asked.
Milo mumbled around my cock and wiggled his ass.
“Tell me.” I traced over his hole with my thumb.
“Yes.”
I squeezed the pump once. “How about now?”
Milo buried his face in my groin. “So good. Don’t stop.”
I dipped my finger next to the toy, confirming that Milo could definitely fit more in, then pressed on the handle twice more slowly. I was ready to use the release valve if Milo so much as twitched with displeasure.
But he rocked his hips, slobbering around my cock. “Again.”
I complied, then pulled on the tube slightly. Milo’s hole parted on the inflated plug, then he sucked the thing back in.
“Ah, fuck yes!” Milo whimpered, and dripped more pre-cum onto my chest, connecting us with a glistening string. The only downside to this position was my inability to taste Milo’s dick.
Keeping my hold on the pump and handle, I took Milo’s cock in my other hand.
“Come on, baby, now push it out for me.” I jerked his cock while pulling on the tube that disappeared into him.
“Nnnggghhh.” Milo stuffed my dick into his mouth and wailed.
He’d make me come too quickly if he continued that. His loving on my cock, combined with his gorgeous ass so close to my face being stretched from the inside, were overheating my senses.
Milo’s thighs quivered as he strained, but the plug was peeking out. Inflated, it was easily the thickness of four of my fingers, maybe even my dick.
I sped up stroking him, squeezing the shaft and caressing the head. By now, I knew Milo’s body. He was close.
He slobbered over my cock and pushed the plug out.
The thing hit me on the chin with a wet plop and rolled to the side.
It would be comical if I weren’t lost in dancing on the edge of my orgasm while Milo was coming over my chest, spurt after spurt of my favorite liquid in the world.
His hole was contracting as his body trembled, giving me the filthiest view I could dream of.
“I’m gonna blow—Milo, fuck…” I warned him right before I lost the composure that I’d been holding onto by the thinnest of threads and let go.
I shot into Milo’s mouth until he pulled my dick out and jerked it, massaging my balls in the process, letting me spill all over his bed.
He collapsed on top of me. Then, grunting, wiggled around to face me, spreading his sticky cum on my chest even more.
“That was awesome,” he said, resting his chin on his hands, meeting my gaze.
“It was.” I cupped his cheek, caressing the flushed skin there with my thumb. “Are you feeling okay? It wasn’t too much?”
He nuzzled the inside of my palm. “Just perfect.”
His hair was sticking out in all directions as usual, but more clumped in places.
“I think you have my cum in your hair.” I chuckled low.
He raked his fingers through the strands and licked his hand. “Yup. I’ll shower soon. I’m too comfortable like this for now.”
“I can clean you up if you want.”
He rolled over and star-spread on duvet. “Okay.”
I hopped off the bed and kissed him briefly.
A short trip to the bathroom for wet towels would do the trick.
With delicate touches, I cleaned up his puffed hole that looked okay apart from being well used, and the cum off his chest. I wiped my own in the process and dumped the towels in the washing machine.
Having spent a weekend taking care of concussed Milo, then visiting him often after that, I was familiar with the layout of the house and how Milo operated.
The place was a chaotic mess, but nothing was dirty—the laundry and dishwasher were on as soon as they filled up, and the floors had to be swept daily.
On my way back to his bedroom, I stopped at a shelf with his aunts’ books. Between the framed photographs stood an old Polaroid camera.
“Can I use this?” I asked, bringing it over.
“Sure. It was Anabelle’s.” His smirk grew wicked. “Do you want to take nudes with my aunt’s camera?”
“Maybe.” I climbed onto the bed and pulled him into the cradle of my legs, facing the mirror on the wall.
He giggled and kissed my biceps, wrapping my arm across his chest.
I nuzzled his cum-streaked hair. “You’re so beautiful.”
Milo rolled his eyes while grinning.
I snapped the picture, capturing the moment.
The old machine whirred and spat out a white-framed photograph. I set it on the nightstand to let it develop.
It was us at that point in time that I wanted to keep forever.
Bottled up to open once in a while and sniff what was inside—remember this feeling in my chest. The picture was as close as I could get to that.
It wasn’t enough. Nothing besides the real Milo would ever be enough.
But I also couldn’t ask him to move with me to Chicago and leave the life he’d built in this cosy town.
I could be useful to him until then though.
“Are you ready to revise for the test?” I danced my fingers up his forearm and back.
“It’s a math one, not biology.” He wriggled out of my grasp and lay on his front. “Give me ten minutes and I will be.”
“I can bring the books to bed; we’ll make it comfortable.”
Milo snorted. “You’re such a geek.”
“Me?” I gasped. “Have you seen these muscles, dear sir?”
“No. I need to touch them to believe the myth of a buff nerd. I thought those existed only in fairy tales.”
“I’m a different kind of fairy.” I peppered kisses on his shoulder blade.
“That’s so bad.” He buried his face in a pillow and groaned. Then he turned to glance at me and lifted his bum in the air.
“Do you need a massage?” My voice got lower in register with the mere suggestion.
“With your tongue? Maybe.”
I parted his ass cheeks with a firm grip. A tongue bath should soothe his rim, and I was very into aftercare, even more if it included my face in Milo’s backside.
Math would have to wait.
Once he’d passed his exams, he wouldn’t need me anymore. I’d leave, and we’d both continue our lives chatting online and maybe meeting every few weeks.
I’d be fine.
Except for the feeling in my chest that told me I was lying to myself.
Author’s notes:
Should I commission Milo’s gape art? *taps chin* Hmmm