Chapter 17 #2
I rolled him over onto the bed and reached for the small bottle of lube I’d tucked away after we’d gotten off together over the phone before the game the day before. “Fuck,” I groaned as I pulled it out. “No condoms.”
I hadn’t packed any. The only person I wanted to sleep with was Milo, and he was supposed to still be in Tucson. I’d had no need to tuck any into my bag.
“You didn’t pack condoms?” he asked with a grin.
“Excuse me,” I teased. “I am a married man, and my husband was supposed to be in Tucson.”
“But if he’d stayed in Tucson, he’d still be your boyfriend,” Milo trilled. “Guess it all works out.” I laughed and gave him a peck on the lips. Our kiss turned heated fast, and I whined pathetically when he pulled away from the kiss. “I haven’t been with anyone else since my preseason physical.”
I rolled off him. “Huh?”
“My preseason physical. Everything was negative,” he told me as he shifted to lay on his side. “We don’t need a condom.” His face flushed red as the words left his mouth. “Or, I mean, we can just—There’s other ways of getting off.”
I rolled over to mirror his position, reaching out to rub his arm.
“My last tests were negative, too.” I thought for a moment.
The idea of going bare with Milo was hotter than it had any right to be.
I’d only ever gone bare with one other person: a woman I’d dated in college.
We’d been together for three years before we made that move. Was it too soon?
But then, Milo and I were married. It was the biggest commitment we could make to one another.
It didn’t matter that we’d made the commitment while intoxicated.
It didn’t matter that I didn’t remember the specifics of how we’d gotten married.
All that mattered was we were married, and I had no intention of being with anyone else.
I met his eyes. “Are you sure?”
“I am,” he told me with the same certainty he’d assured me that he didn’t regret us getting married. “But only if this is something you want, too. Otherwise, we can just have a different kind of sex. Or we can wait until we’re home.”
“Lay on your back,” I whispered. He shifted onto his back. “How’s your knee?”
He turned his head. “My knee is good,” he assured me, bending it up and down to illustrate his point. “Clean bill of health, remember?”
“Good, but tell me if it starts to feel uncomfortable, okay?” He nodded in agreement. “Spread your legs.”
Milo didn’t say anything as he followed my quiet command.
I knelt between his legs and draped my body over his, kissing down his torso.
I teased his nipples with my mouth. I traced my tongue over the lines of his abs.
I kissed down to his pelvis, nipping and soothing the bite of pain with my tongue.
I kissed along his inner thighs before biting down, sucking a mark that only I would ever see.
He let out a moan so loud I worried my teammate on the other side of the wall would hear it, but I didn’t stop. Not until I was sure the mark would stay. “Mine,” I whispered as I kissed the mark I’d left on his pale skin.
“Yours,” he agreed as he reached down to capture my hand in his. He brought it up to his lips and kissed it softly. “Mine.”
“Yours,” I echoed his words. I squeezed his hand gently and returned my attention to the flesh in front of me. I planted another kiss on the mark I’d left on his thigh and then began to kiss back up.
Milo whimpered as I took the head of his cock into my mouth.
His back arched as my tongue swirled around the soft skin.
He let go of my hand and tangled his fingers into my hair, gripping and pushing me down.
I took him down further, letting him control the depth and pace.
I hollowed my cheeks, sucking him hard. Every sound he made went straight to my cock.
I was so hard it was almost painful, but I didn’t care.
Not when he was making the noises I loved so much; not when he was giving me the most delicious stings of pain from how hard he gripped my hair.
Nothing mattered except the feel of his cock on my tongue and the occasional burst of salty bitterness as he leaked precum into my mouth.
I was dick drunk. I was intoxicated by the musk coming from his body, mixed with the smell of apples I knew came from his body wash.
It didn’t matter how much I wanted more before I was down there.
Now that his dick was in my mouth, it was all I cared about.
He pushed me down until I gagged and my cock twitched, releasing wet, sticky precum onto my abs.
“Fuuuck,” he moaned out as he released me. “Need more. Please, need your cock.”
I was more than happy to oblige. I pulled off his cock with an audible pop and pushed his legs up until his thighs were against his chest. “Hold them there,” I instructed, my voice wrecked from the way he’d just used my throat.
He moved his hands immediately, gripping at the undersides of his thighs to hold his legs exactly as I placed them.
I spread his cheeks to reveal his pucker and lowered my mouth to it.
The scent of his musk was stronger there, and I moaned as it filled my senses.
I laved my tongue down his taint, twirled over the tight skin of his hole.
I teased around his rim until he was begging for more, and only then did I dip my tongue past the ring of muscle.
I hadn’t had breakfast yet, and I was more than happy to make him my first meal of the day.
I fucked my tongue into him as I wrapped my hand around his shaft.
I began to pump in time with my licks, loosening him and getting him ready for me.
He trembled underneath me. This was one of the ways I liked him best: wrecked and ruined by my ministrations.
When I pulled away, his hole was shiny with spit, and I was desperate to plunge into it.
I blindly reached for the bottle of lube, and I was grateful for him for passing it to me. I drizzled lube over his waiting hole.
“Cold,” Milo whined.
“Gonna warm you up,” I promised him as I thumbed over the delicate skin. I poured more lube over my fingers and pressed inside him. He was already relaxed from my mouth, and I only had to lube him up well before I could finally bury myself inside him. Inside my husband.
When I knew he was good and ready, I poured more lube over my cock, coating it, before I lined myself up to him. “Are you sure?” I whispered.
Milo pushed against me, and I groaned as I felt the tight skin against the head of my dick. I took that as his answer and began to slowly push inside him.
He was so hot and tight without the thin latex barrier. It was almost overwhelming. My heart stuttered in my chest, and I had to stop several times. It was so— “Fuck,” I groaned out as I pushed another inch inside him. “Holy fuck, Milo.”
How was I supposed to last when he was gripping me like this?
“Stop going so damn slow,” Milo whined. He wrapped his legs around me and used his muscular legs to push me in deeper.
I cried out in pleasure as his hole sucked me in. He kept pushing me further until I was fully seated. Only then did he release the death grip his legs had on me. He planted his feet on the bed and shifted his hips against me.
“So needy,” I teased as I slowly pulled out until only my head was left inside him, holding his hole open. I held eye contact as I slammed back into him. He let out a strangled cry of pleasure that made my dick throb inside him. “You like that?”
“Yes.”