11. Rowan #2
Then, he reached over and fed me a strawberry. The heat of his body so close to mine sent me over the edge. Our lips met. He tasted of whipped cream and fruit, and I moaned into his mouth. The fruit and whipped cream were soon abandoned as we took each other apart on my couch.
We won our game against the Savannah Dolphins, and then we had the week off.
I spent the first day of bye week buying a car.
It was the latest model of the same car I had in Fayetteville, something sensible and good for city driving.
I had never cared for the flash of sports cars that so many league members seemed to be obsessed with.
They always seemed like a waste of money, more style than substance.
Besides, it wasn’t like I drove anywhere other than practice, games, and occasionally, the grocery store.
Milo and I spent the second day together.
He’d shown up at my door at eight in the morning, and he dragged me around to restaurants, museums, and a few local spots he’d discovered in his time in Tucson.
We ate all three meals at local restaurants that he’d discovered, each unique to the Tucson area.
When we found ourselves lagging in the middle of the afternoon, he took me to his favorite coffee shop.
After dinner, we made our way back to our condos and I kissed him good night at his door.
I didn’t know if it was a date, but it felt like one.
It also felt like something that would need to be talked about, another conversation I didn’t know how to start.
I thought about it as I laid in my bed replaying the events of the day.
I remembered the way our hands brushed in the museum.
I thought about the way our conversations never ran dry, a feat that rarely happened with me.
Troy and Raina were two of the only people who could bring out that side of me, but Milo was learning how to do it without any effort.
He was easy to talk to.
Every time I closed my eyes, more images from that day filled my mind.
I didn’t remember making the decision to climb out of my bed, but the next thing I knew, I was knocking on his door.
He opened, and I was shocked at how cozy he looked.
He was wearing plaid pajama pants, and his toned chest was on full display.
His platinum blond hair was mussed, and his eyes were heavy with sleep.
His brows were furrowed in confusion as he studied me. I understood why.
It was late, and I was at his doorstep.
He blinked a few times, his mouth opening and closing, before he shook his head in a way that reminded me of the old golden retriever my family had when I was a kid. “What are—Am I dreaming?”
I couldn’t stop a laugh from escaping my lips. “Dream about me often?”
“Not dreaming,” he grumbled. “Dream you is a lot nicer.”
I hummed and took a step closer to him. “So, you do dream about me often.” My eyes drifted down to his full red lips.
His tongue darted between them, leaving them shiny and alluring, Whatever force had overtaken me and dragged me out of bed and to his doorstep took over again.
I lifted my hand and thumbed at his lips.
They were so soft under the pad of my thumb.
His lips wrapped around the tip of my thumb, and his eyes met mine. As our eyes locked, he pulled my thumb in deeper. His tongue swirled around my finger the same way it did around my cock. I let out a breathy, lust filled sound.
“What happens in these dreams?” I asked him. I could hear the lust in my voice. I’d all but forgotten that we were still standing in his doorway. Anyone could walk out of their condo and see us. Luckily, it was the middle of the night, and I was sure everyone on our floor was asleep.
Even still, I was glad when his hand wrapped around my wrist and he tugged me inside. The door clicked shut behind us.
“You still haven’t answered,” I pointed out as I took another step closer to him.
We were only inches apart at this point.
His hand was still wrapped around my wrist, and my thumb was wet from his spit.
My cock was half hard from his teasing tongue, and the air was thick with anticipation.
I didn’t think I needed his answer to know what was going to happen, but I was both curious and stubborn.
I wanted to hear what he’d say, wanted to know what he dreamed about when I was guest starring.
It was the only thing that kept me from closing the distance between us and attacking his lips with mine.
He ran his hands down my torso and rested on my hips.
“They usually start with kissing,” he whispered as he leaned in.
His lips pressed gently against mine. Our kiss earlier that evening had more heat, but my body reacted more strongly to this one.
Butterflies swarmed in my stomach, and a gentle warmth spread outward and down my limbs.
“Sometimes we’re in the living room on the couch.
Sometimes we’re in the bedroom. A few times,” he cut himself off and gave me another kiss.
His tongue slipped past the seam of my lips, teasing me before he pulled away.
“A few times, it’s been in the locker room at the stadium. ”
My cock throbbed as I recalled my imaginings of him in the shower on his knees, water darkening his pale blond hair and falling down his torso as his lips wrapped around my length.
“And what happened after we kissed?” I asked, rolling my hips so he could feel the effect his proximity and words were having on my body.
His fingers dug into my hips as he dragged me closer.
I could feel the length of his dick pressed against my thigh.
He was just as affected as I was, and we’d barely even touched.
I wasn’t sure I’d ever experienced anything like this in my life.
I wasn’t sure I’d ever been as attracted to anyone as I was Milo Tobitt.
“Usually, our clothing disappeared. Sometimes, we’d grind against each other like that first night.
You’d wrap your hand around us to help. Other nights, I dream about your mouth wrapped around my cock.
” A breathy moan escaped his lips as he rolled his hips, grinding himself against me.
I bent down to kiss along the column of his neck, nipping little bites into the bare flesh, as he continued telling me about his dreams. “Other nights, I think about what your cock felt like in my mouth. It’s so thick that even in my dreams, I always end up choking on it. ”
I moaned against his salty skin as the mental images flooded my head.
“I think about your fingers stretching me open, and then I think about your cock—” He moaned louder as he continued to fuck himself against my leg.
I dragged my lips up to his ear. “You want my cock, Milo?” I whispered before nipping his earlobe.
God, I wanted him to say yes. I’d had my share of dreams about him, and so many of them had featured fucking him into the mattress or having him ride my cock right on the couch.
I’d had a few the other way, too. Him fucking me deep, his long, slender dick hitting spots no one else had even discovered.
I wasn’t too picky about how I hooked up with someone, but damn, the idea of fucking him that night was enough to make me want to strip him right there, push him against the wall, and take him apart mere feet from his front door.
Milo took a small step back, putting a few inches of distance between us.
He angled his face up to look into my eyes.
His bottom lip was shiny, and I wondered if he’d been biting it while I’d teased his neck.
The space between us grew hotter with every second that our eyes were locked.
Slowly, he nodded. Then, in case I missed the nod, he verbalized his answer: “Yes. I want your cock.”’
Those teasing kisses and touches were no longer enough.
I slammed my lips down on his, capturing his mouth and kissing him roughly as I pushed him back against the nearest wall.
He grunted at the impact, and his tongue invaded my mouth.
His hands bunched in the bottom of my shirt, and he began to tug it up.
Our kiss broke just long enough for him to rip the shirt over my head.
By the time he dropped it, our mouths were pressed back together, and our tongues were once again doing battle.
His hands wrapped around my body, fingers digging into my ass cheeks through the fabric of my sweats. The way he pulled me in sent delicious friction coursing along my cock and through my entire body. “Fuck,” I moaned against his lips. “Feels so good.”
He pushed me backward and began to steer me through the living room, his lips never leaving mine.
We didn’t stop kissing even as we bumped into his wooden coffee table or knocked pictures off his bookshelf.
I heard something crash to the ground at one point, but neither of us stopped to look.
That was a problem for later. Right now, the only thing in my mind was getting Milo naked and losing myself in his body.
Judging by his lack of reaction to the sounds of his belongings hitting the ground, I’d bet that his thoughts were the same.
My back slammed into something hard.
“Fuck,” he groaned. “Forgot—forgot that was closed.”
It must have been the bedroom door. I laughed at his reaction, but he didn’t let it slow us down.
His hand left my body long enough to open the door, and we stumbled through it.
He regained control of our movement before we fell, and I was once again surprised by how strong he was.
His body was lean, but he was so damn strong from years of football.
Strong enough that he could push me around despite me having a good fifty pounds on him.
Of course, I wasn’t putting up any resistance to him guiding me exactly where he wanted me.