Chapter 35
Milo
“Fuck, Beau.” My voice is hoarse and echoey in the empty locker room.
The interview was a success, an opportunity for both of us to step out into the light and shine as our true selves.
To shine together. I look at him now, his eyes bright and full of hope.
I feel like I’m finally seeing the real Beau.
To say I’m proud of him is an understatement.
I run my hands up and down his body, desperate to show him just how proud I really am. His skin is so fucking warm where it’s exposed, and I long to touch more. To run my tongue over every inch of him and map out his different tastes.
My hands slide under his shirt, feeling every divot of his abs and the supple curve of his pecs. I reach up and pinch his nipples, teasing them to make him let out the prettiest sounds. He practically purrs as my fingers pluck and tug, finding a perfect rhythm.
One of my hands slides up to his neck, gripping and guiding him to look at me. His eyes pop open, and his mouth slackens like he wants to let loose the prettiest moan.
“Who’s making you feel good, Beau?” I ask, my voice more gravelly than I thought it could be.
“Who’s making your tight little nipples so perky?
” I push his shirt up and lean down, not waiting for an answer before I take one of those pierced nipples between my teeth and tug.
He moans for me, and god, it’s such a lovely sound.
It garbles under my hand, still firmly wrapped around his throat, keeping his head pointed straight ahead.
“Who’s making this cock rock hard and desperate? ”
My other hand palms his gorgeous cock through his slacks. He whines for me.
“You are,” he finally says on a gasp. His words are stuttered as I hum my approval.
I lick and lap and suck at his pretty little nipples, pulling them taut in my mouth, my dick getting harder and harder as we press against each other. The cold metal lockers press into his back, my calf biting into the bench.
I growl as I push against his body, wanting to feel every inch of him. I yank at his shirt, trying to signal for him to pull it over his head so I can lick a line from his chest up his neck to that sensitive spot behind his ear. He obeys so beautifully.
My hand slides down the front of his body, unbuttoning his slacks, reaching into his pants and fisting his throbbing cock.
“Is this for me, baby?” I ask playfully, whispering my naughty words into his ear. He shivers and nods carefully, his bottom lip tucked between his teeth. I pull his cock from his pants and look down to admire it.
It is weeping for me, angry and red, and aching. He whines as I slide my thumb over the tip, collecting the precome and giving it a rough jerk. His balls are drawn up tight, and he looks like he is ready to tip over the edge.
“Oh, baby.” I croon for him, reaching down and giving his balls a little tug. “These look ready to burst.”
Something about watching Beau fall apart at my fingers is bringing out a side of me I didn’t know I possessed.
I snake my hand up and around the back of his neck, keeping his eyes on his cock.
“Look how ready you are. So wet for me.”
I maneuver his gaze back to mine. His pupils are blown with lust. I pull him in for a heated kiss.
All lips and tongue and teeth, biting and caressing and simply loving.
The kiss turns sweet for a moment as I think about this man, my man, here in my arms. I rise onto my toes and kiss his forehead, allowing one tender moment before I dive back down and devour his ass.
My hands run down his body and grab his hips, fingers digging into his flesh. I use the moment to flip him around, his chest banging into the cubby panel. He throws his head back and groans. My man likes a little pain?
I drop to my knees and drag his pants down the rest of the way over his delicious ass. Taking a cheek in each hand, I spread him open and admire his tight little asshole. It winks at me as he whimpers and pushes back toward my face. I guess someone enjoyed the treatment he got last night.
“Patience, patience,” I chastise him, shaking my head. I let my nose brush the skin of his ass with each pass, and he shudders. I can see it travel down his spine, and I know it shoots straight to his cock.
After a few long seconds of his groans and moans and ass seeking pleasure, I finally cave and give myself what I desire.
Leaning in, I give his crack a long, languid lick, circling his hole with my tongue.
He whines, and I groan, my tongue vibrating with the sound.
His back is arched, and his sexy little back dimples pop.
I break away from his hole for a second to lick each dimple.
The way his body twists and scrunches, ugh. It’s so beautiful.
My fingers dig into his hips, holding him steady so I can go back to just tongue-fucking his ass.
Fuck, he’s so delicious. I moan against him again, appreciating every movement he makes. His pretty little hole flutters, and I press a kiss to it.
My tongue begins to press into his ass, forcing its way past the ring of muscle. He whimpers his appreciation, and I moan into him. I just want my man to feel good, so, so good.
I finally pull back, admiring the work my tongue put into relaxing his hole. He looks fucking breedable right now.
I pull out the little foil packet of lube, squeeze some onto my finger, and begin circling his hole.
“Remember, you can say stop at any time. Do you understand?” He nods, but I grip his chin and halt the motion. “I need words, beautiful.” He whines, eyes pinching shut, cheeks flushing.
“I understand.” His voice is shaky but sure.
“Good.” I slowly push my finger into him, and he immediately clamps down with a low whine.
“Come on, my good boy, relax.” I kiss the back of his neck, my breath whispering lightly against the hairs.
After some sweet convincing, he begins to relax and allow me to push in further.
Just a few more centimeters and I’ll find…
He howls.
Ah, there it is.
I chuckle low and give his prostate a generous rub. His cock is leaking everywhere, dripping into a wasted puddle on the floor.
I start to push a second finger in, and he hisses. I like the burn of the stretch personally, but it’s not for everyone.
“That’s it, baby.” I try to keep my voice low and steady, but the excitement in me is ramping up. “Relax, sweetheart.” He shudders out a sigh, and I can feel his hole fluttering around my fingers.
Fuck, he feels incredible. I can’t wait to sink my cock into him.
I bite his ass cheek, my teeth sinking into the supple flesh. The gasp that leaves him is heaven to my ears.
“You like that, baby?” I whisper against his skin as I slide the third finger into his sloppy hole. He accepts me eagerly, sucking me in and fluttering around my fingers.
His hole is so pretty stretched out like this, pink and begging for me. He whines as I continue my assault with my fingers, filling and fucking into him.
I pull my fingers free and groan as his sloppy hole winks at me. I give it a wet kiss, sticking my tongue in as far as it will go. His answering whine is so pathetic-sounding I cannot help but smile against his skin.
I stand back up, sliding up his body, my hands running over his curves, squeezing his pecs.
“Are you ready, my love?”
I love the imbalance, me fully dressed while he has his pants around his ankles, but I want to feel his skin against mine as I fuck into him.
He turns around to watch me as I undress, his gaze following through his lashes, my button-down sliding over my shoulders. His hands grab at my pants and pull me into a kiss.
This kiss is soft, tender, sweet. Full of love.
Fuck, I love him. I smile into his kiss, and he smiles back. We stay there for a moment, smiling at each other and kissing into our shared joy.
He kisses all over my face next, whispering I love you into every kiss.
I unzip my jeans, pulling out my throbbing cock. My hand pulls his against mine, and I stand there for a moment, holding our lengths together and giving them a languid tug. We both groan in tandem. The pressure is just too amazing.
But it’s still not the pressure I’m after.
I maneuver him around again, slamming him against the wall and letting my pants fall from my waist.
I grip my weeping cock, a drop of precome gathering at the tip before I slather it in lube, slicking it up. We’re really doing this. I let out a shaky sigh as I push the tip against his entrance.
“You’re sure you’re okay for us to go without a condom?” I ask for probably the billionth time, based on how loudly Beau groans.
“Please, I need it so bad,” Beau begs, his voice barely above a whisper. “I need you.”
I push into him painfully slowly. I want every second of this to feel good for him, but fuck, I didn’t realize how overpowering the need to just plow into him would be.
Inch by aching inch, I push into him, and he just whines and whines and whines for me.
His words are incoherent. More, and yes, and please. And I don't want to deny him.
I push and push until finally I’m fully seated, my balls slapping against his, my hips pressed against the bouncy curve of his ass.
My fingers reach around and grope at his meaty pecs, toying with his nipples. I pinch and pull at them, and his ass jiggles as he tries to get away from my eager fingers.
I kiss his nape, licking and sucking the skin there while I rock into Beau’s body.
I look down to where our bodies are joined and moan.
Fuck, the sight of my cock buried in Beau’s ass is a fucking dream.
It’s enough to bring me right to the edge immediately.
I slow my hips, but I’m still right there.
“Fuck, baby,” I tell him, so desperate to just stay here and enjoy fucking my boyfriend with nothing between us. But I can feel him clench, and I know he’s just as desperate as I am.
“I’m gonna—I need to…” He can’t finish his sentence before I’m there. I’m there and I’m coming. I’m coming, and I’m filling him. His hole is clenching around me, milking me.
“Yes, baby, yes. Take every fucking drop I give you.” I grip the base of my dick and give tiny pumps of my hips, feeding him my come. He’s whining and moaning and tipping his head back to meet me.
I capture his lips in a punishing kiss, biting and nibbling on his lips in my appreciation of him, in my appreciation of the way his ass is still clinging to my softening cock.
“Fuck, baby, you were amazing.” I press my face against his back, just enjoying the sweat-slick cling of my body to his.
I’m kissing along his back when I suddenly hear the click of a door.
“Are you guys done? I really need to go home.” Brennan’s voice calls out, echoing through the empty locker room.
Fuck.
THE END