10. Milo #2
I loved how easily he went, even though he’d been the one taking control of this entire interaction.
Our lips did not stop moving against one another until he hit the bed.
He tumbled backward, catching himself on his elbows.
He looked debauched as he stared up at me from the bed.
His lips were swollen and shiny from spit.
His bare chest was pale against the Scorpion burgundy of my bedspread.
His cock tented the fabric of the jeans he’d worn on the plane back to Tucson, and I wanted to free it from its fabric prison.
I reached down and grabbed his waistband. My thumb brushed against the cool metal button as I brought my eyes to meet his. “This okay?”
“Yeah,” he groaned.
I snapped the button open and tugged at his pants.
His hips lifted from the bed to make it easier to slide his jeans and boxers off and onto the floor, leaving him naked on my bed.
His cock was just as thick as I’d thought when I’d felt it pressed against me while we’d made out, though it was longer than I’d imagined.
It was like a porn star dick, and I wanted to learn every inch of it.
I nudged his ankle with my foot, and his legs spread wide enough for me to take space between them.
I fell to my knees on the thick carpet of my bedroom floor.
I heard my mattress shift as he raised up onto his elbows.
Our eyes met for a split second before I looked back down at his dick.
There was a bead of precum shining on its head, and I needed to taste it.
I lapped at his tip like a cat with the cream, savoring the salty taste as it exploded on the tip of my tongue.
The first contact drew a long moan from his lips, and the sound traveled straight to my cock.
I drew the head of his dick into my mouth as my hand circled the base.
I took him down slowly, savoring each and every reaction he gave me.
When I flattened my tongue along the bottom of his head, he made one noise.
When I sucked in my cheeks and increased suction, he made another.
When I took him down until my lips met the top of my fist, his cock hitting the back of my throat and causing me to gag, he made a different noise again.
I was enamored by the different noises, by the lustful sounds I was dragging out of him with nothing more than my mouth.
I wanted to memorize every single one of them.
I kept a steady pace as I worked my mouth and hand in tandem until his hands were tangled in my hair.
His hips began to rise, rolling his hips up to feed me more of his delicious dick.
My hand fell away, and I tried to take him as deep as I could.
Saliva dripped from the corner of my mouth and my eyes watered as I choked on his thick shaft, but I didn’t stop trying to take him deeper.
I was rewarded for my effort by his moans and groans and swears. “So fucking good, Milo,” he moaned out as I swallowed around the head of his dick. “So—” His words cut off when I hollowed my cheeks and dug my nails into his thick thighs.
God, that reaction. My cock throbbed and I moaned around his shaft. I wanted to keep going, to taste him as he exploded down my throat, but he had other plans. He pulled me off his cock. “Want—” he panted out, his eyes almost feral as he looked down at me on the floor between his legs.
“What do you want?” I asked. God, my voice was hoarse from how deep I’d taken him.
He reached down and tugged at my shoulders. “I want you. Want to touch you.” His eyes dragged down my body. “Want you naked.”
Oh, right. I was still wearing shorts. I stood and pushed them down.
As I stepped out of the fabric, his arms circled my waist, and he pulled me down onto the bed.
He rolled as he pulled me so that when I hit the mattress, he was draped over me.
His spit wet cock slid against mine, and the contact sent chills down my spine.
I shuddered and moaned into his mouth as he rolled his hips.
If he kept that up, then I was not going to last long enough for us to go any further than making out and grinding against one another like horny teenagers, and honestly, I didn’t care.
Even if this was the only time we gave into this temptation, the only time I had his large body draped over mine and his tongue fucking into my mouth, I would be okay with it.
Because every touch, every slide of his cock, every slip of his tongue was hotter than anything I’d ever experienced in my life.
He reached between our bodies and wrapped one of his giant hands around our shafts, and that was it for me.
The slide of our cocks as we fucked into the tight tunnel of his hand, lubricated by my spit and our shared precum, pushed me closer and closer to the edge.
The weight of his body on mine was like the sexiest weighted blanket ever created, and the way he kissed me pulled me closer to release.
And then he did this twisting thing with his hand as he fucked against me, and I lost it. I exploded over his fist with a loud cry. Hot cum sprayed my chest and more rolled down my shaft. Rowan’s measured thrusts began to grow frantic. Holy…
He had to be close. I knew he had to be close, and I wanted to feel his release on my skin. I wanted him to make me absolutely filthy with it.
He twisted his hand again, and I cried out. I was getting sensitive, but I didn’t care. I needed him to—
He shouted as he came, his release spilling down my shaft and joining the seed on my chest. He kept thrusting until he was spent, kept kissing me even when he collapsed down onto me.
My heart raced, but we didn’t stop kissing.
I didn’t care about the jizz drying on our chests.
I just wanted to keep touching him. I never wanted to stop touching him.
I didn’t know how long we made out naked, covered in spunk, before he finally pulled away and rolled off on me, landing on his back.
“Yeah, so… uh… about that conversation?”
I looked down at the mess that had spread between our chest and his hands which had to still be sticky and laughed. “I think that conversation can wait until we get cleaned up.”
I forced myself out of my bed to get a wet washcloth. After we cleaned up, we didn’t end up talking. Instead, we ended up making out until we were both too tired and he had no choice but to go home with all our words left unspoken.
Notes
You ever write a scene so hot your apartment caught fire?
Well, that’s what happened here. I was right in the middle of Milo’s epic blowjob when I smelled smoke.
It was a small electrical fire, and I’m okay.
My computer is also okay, so there shouldn’t be a delay.
But now I’m single and living in my parents’ basement again.
And I still haven’t been able to replace my car from that car accident. I’m waiting for insurance.
I think I might be cursed.