Chapter Twenty-One
Rowan
The scent of fresh and crisp apples mixed with delicate mint, that I loved so much, drifted into my nose.
Whether it was first thing in the morning or after a nap on the couch, like now, it soothed me with the knowledge that Milo was in my arms. I took a deeper breath to take my fill and buried my face in Milo’s nape where his short hair tickled my skin.
He murmured something unintelligible and backed his ass to my crotch.
We’d spent a lazy morning in bed, fooling around, then grilled vegetables and chicken for lunch, and settled inside by the open doors to the backyard watching the brief rain patter on the grass.
When Milo had curled up next to me on the couch and his breathing evened, I let myself drift off with him.
During a bingo night at the cafe, I had the opportunity to talk to Ethel while Milo had been running in circles to make sure everyone was happy and fed.
She’d told me that Milo didn’t like celebrating his birthday, which was on August nineteenth, so I shouldn’t be surprised that he hadn’t mentioned it.
She hadn’t said why, and I had not been my place to pry.
Milo deserved the celebration, but if he wouldn’t want it, I’d figured a cabin getaway a week before the date itself wouldn’t scream it’s about his birthday.
Judging by his messy hair and relaxed expression, it had been a good call.
“Oh, look at the time.” Milo tapped his watch, where he sneakily checked messages from Sophia about the cafe when he thought I wasn’t looking. He was relaxing anyway, so he was being good.
“What about it?”
“It’s coffee o’clock.” He grinned.
Of course it was. “I can set up a blanket so we could sit outside since it stopped raining.”
“I’ll make iced lattes if you want.”
“That would be perfect,” I kissed him briefly. Until now, he’d insisted on hot coffee. It tasted best that way, according to him. But it was damn hot in here. We had the ceiling fan on but wanted to avoid the AC to enjoy the fresh outside air.
“My chest is sticky.” Milo frowned, his expression analyzing.
“Not my cum this time.” I booped his nose.
“I ate that clementine like a pig and the juice splashed at me.”
“That must be it. Now, my arm is sticky too.”
“Quick shower, then coffee?”
I nodded. We had to space our showers or take them in different bathrooms to avoid getting lost in each other, but Milo was on a mission to get his caffeine fix, so we’d be quick. Besides, the stall was too small for both of us.
Air-drying and wearing only a pair of boxers each, we ventured into the kitchen and while Milo was busy, I arranged essentials in a picnic basket I found next to a relic of a tiled stove that must have been left for decorative nostalgia.
“I can’t believe you brought your own grinder and French press,” I said, leaning against a wall, watching Milo do coffee magic.
“Seriously? Have you met me?”
“Okay, fair. It’s the most you thing to do.”
He did a little happy shimmy retrieving ice from the freezer, then added it to our drinks.
The cubes clanked in our glasses as we went outside, where I set up the blanket on the grass overlooking the forest stretching behind the cabin. Milo settled in the cradle of my legs and, despite the heat, I loved when we stuck to each other.
“Do you know how to play Canasta?” Milo sat up and stretched his arms over his head.
He was wearing only briefs that left nothing to the imagination, which suited both of us just fine.
He’d started the morning in a cute crop-top and jorts, but by noon, it had become insanely humid, and we decided on an underwear-only policy for the sake of the furniture in a rented cabin. Otherwise, we’d be naked.
“Is that a card game?” I asked. “I think I’ve heard it mentioned in a show my grandma loved to watch.”
“Yeah. It works best with four people in pairs, but three or even two is good too. I used to play it with Anabelle and Ethel a lot. They played with my parents when we’d visit, and I was too young to understand the rules.” He wiggled around to face me. “Want me to teach you?”
“Sure. Do you have the cards?”
“I packed the coffee press, remember? I wouldn’t forget cards, pfft. I know my camping necessities.” He sprang to his feet and returned bouncing with two decks in his hand.
“What do I do?” I asked.
“Can you shuffle?”
“Yeah.”
“Okay, so you do that, and I’ll tell you the basics first. You’ll deal seven cards each and leave the rest upside down.
If you have a red three, then…” He word-vomited the rules at me, then reiterated it all slowly as we began to play.
“It’s harder to cheat when we play one on one, but if we ever played against Ethel and Anabelle, we wouldn’t stand a chance—they had their own micro-expressions code and all.
Those cheaters know how to cheat.” His smile faltered.
“Knew. But Ethel still does it, even during a one-on-one game with me.” He slurped his iced coffee through the straw and met my gaze.
“Anabelle would be happy I taught someone new.”
I caressed his cheek with my knuckles. “Now I’ll need to figure out good cheating techniques to honor her memory.”
Milo waved a finger at me. “Don’t you start.”
“Is counting cards cheating? ‘Cause I can do that. It used to drive my siblings crazy.”
Milo gasped, covering his face with his hand. “Math brain! Oh no.”
I nodded. “They all hated the little shit who’d beat them at any game I could calculate the result of.”
“Big brain and big dick. You really are a cryptid.” Milo giggled at his own joke so hard he rolled onto his back.
I leaned over him and braced myself on my elbows. “And you like that, don’t you?”
“Maybe.” He made a thinking face. “I’d have to test some functions again to make sure.”
I sat up and sipped my iced latte. “Sure. But, Milo?”
“Mm?”
I lifted one eyebrow in a mock-dissatisfied mode. “My coffee is missing a crucial ingredient.”
Milo chewed on his lip, his eyes glinting with mirth. “Are you complaining?”
“What if I am?” I grazed his ankle with my thumb.
“Then you’ll have to get your special syrup yourself. Milk it, as it were.” He snorted.
“With pleasure.”
“But then I’ll suck you off.” Milo tapped his chin with a finger. “Or maybe use my feet.”
“Only if you’ll let me lick them clean after.” I waggled my eyebrows.
“Deal.”
I patted his calf. “Wait here.” I stood up and went inside, returning with a small wicker basket full of necessities I’d prepared before.
“Food? I thought you’d be eating something else?
” Milo’s grin was positively wicked. While I’d been gone, he’d undressed and now lay naked on his side with his head propped on his elbow.
The early afternoon sun hit his beautiful body, bathing him in an unearthly glow.
If I could blink and take a picture, I would.
Then again, I’d remember Milo like this for years to come, I was sure of it.
“I needed coconut oil.”
Milo giggled and rolled onto his back. The completely unreserved way he gave his body to me astounded me to no end.
He had nothing to fear from me, but neither had any other of my partners; yet they’d always approached me with caution, as if my height and build itself was a threat.
Milo trusted me with his pleasure, and the sentiment was mutual. Was I ready to trust him with my heart?
Now was not the time to overthink my feelings.
Milo wiggled his toes at me, the cheeky little bean. I fell for it and grabbed him by the ankle, licking a stripe over his instep.
He giggled, but I tightened my grip and sucked his toes, moaning around every single one. “Your feet are perfect.” I kissed his shin and up his leg.
“Not tiny?”
“You informed me that size ten is not small, so no. But definitely ideal for sucking.” Throwing his legs over my shoulders, I licked a stripe from his hole to his balls, then took his cock into my mouth.
“Rowan!” Milo shoved his hands into my hair and arched to my touch.
Using the coconut oil from the basket, I slicked my fingers and Milo’s pucker, then slid in. Both digits settled inside him with no resistance, and I swirled them around before finding his prostate.
Milo’s attempt at levitating off the ground didn’t work as I stopped him with my arm across his hips. The first drop of his milk graced my tongue, and I swallowed greedily, but I needed more. I let go of his cock but continued massaging inside him.
“Will you give me my syrup?”
Milo strained, gripping the edges of the blanket. “Yes.”
I grabbed my coffee mug just in time to catch the first squirt. The rest, I wanted directly in my mouth so I wrapped my lips around the head of his dick and pressed on his P-spot again.
Milo graced me with loud wails and delicious cum. Dear gods, how I love my life at this moment.
I rolled off him with a grin on. “Thank you for your service.”
“You just milked me dry.” Milo snorted and smacked my chest.
“And it was my pleasure.” I licked my lips in that theatrically obscene way Milo liked.
That did it.
He straddled me and grazed my nipples with his thumbs. “Is your ass fair game?” He searched my face, uncertainty painted on it. He’d touched my hole before, but never penetrated it. I wasn’t sure what he had in mind, but it didn’t matter.
“It’s all yours.”
If he asked to fuck me, I’d be on my knees with my cheek on the blanket. Heat travelled through me anew.
Milo moved down my body and spread my parted knees, then took my cock in both hands and pulled the foreskin down. He looked at it as if he were saying goodbye.
Fuck.
Anxiety began to enter my system but evaporated when Milo reached for the jar of coconut oil. He scooped a healthy amount, slathered it on my shaft and stroked while licking into my slit wet with pre-cum.
He sent his other hand between my ass cheeks and traced my hole with slow but deliberate movements. He was searching my face. Was he making sure I wouldn’t change my mind?
“My ass is yours, my coffee bean.” I rocked onto his finger and the tip slipped inside.
Milo smirked sweetly and slid in further. The rare sensation set my body aflame, and I released a low growl, urging him for more.
One day I’d beg him to fuck me.
He pulled out.
I surprised myself with a gasp of protest, but the glint in Milo’s eyes suggested he was not done by any means.
“I have an idea.” Meeting my gaze, he took more oil and slathered it on his…foot.
“I like where this is going.” I parted my legs further, bracing myself on my elbows.
“Do you, now?” He mirrored my pose except his lubed foot wandering between my cheeks.
“Oh yes.” I relaxed my muscles and nodded at him.
The slick glide of his toes along my crease sent a shiver through me. Milo could read people all right. And clearly, all my desires were an open book to him. I had to be careful to keep my heart hidden from him. Drunk on Milo’s sexy ways, I was ready to rearrange my life for him. Maybe I should.
Milo pressed his big toe against my hole, spreading more coconut oil.
I let out a breath and let him in.
“Oh fuck, oh, gods, Milo! Ah!” I threw my head back and rocked on his toe.
The stretch was not too much, but just enough to drive me wild.
But the feeling itself was half of the pleasure.
It was Milo’s beautiful foot, his four toes against my crease and the big one inside me that were pushing me to the brink of orgasm.
“Come for me, big man.”
My entire body tensed as I shot my release. Untouched. My cum hit me on the chest and all the way to my chin. I spasmed again and fucked myself on Milo’s toe, riding out the wave until I collapsed on the blanket.