Chapter Ten
Rupert
“You know, I should report you to someone for torturing me,” Milo said as soon as he saw me the following afternoon, his plush mouth twisted into a pout.
It was something I’d once found annoying, but now it was more amusing.
Knowing how easily he folded into a petulant, sulking, brat could make things deliciously interesting.
“Oh? And just whom are you going to report me to? I don’t think there’s a brat hotline you can call, and somehow I don’t think your friends would be sympathetic to your plight,” I said, shooting him a teasing smirk of my own.
“They should be! I’ve been so sympathetic to them.”
“Have you?”
“Sort of,” he said. We began walking down the alley next to Lick It!
, my hand reaching out to take his, sliding our fingers together like it was the most natural thing in the world.
He didn’t pull away. Instead, he squeezed my hand and shrugged, mischief dancing in his stormy eyes.
The longer I looked, the deeper I sank into them, pulled under the surface until I was completely engulfed.
It would be dangerous if I wasn’t willingly throwing myself in.
“What does ‘sort of’ mean?” I asked as we turned onto Saltgate and headed towards the front, the cobbled stones pressing into the soles of my shoes.
“I’ve been as sympathetic as they deserve, but I have my limits and I’m not going to let them ruin their lives.
Or let anyone else ruin theirs. But I’m always encouraging when it comes to them getting laid.
Like when Darcy and Owen first hooked up!
I didn’t know if they’d have any supplies, so I knocked on the door and gave them some. It was very altruistic of me.”
“Did they see it that way?”
“I assume so, given that I had to dig my big headphones out so I didn’t have to hear Darcy screaming.” He chuckled and shook his head fondly. “I love him but fuck he’s loud! I need Owen to buy him a gag.”
I stared at him, not completely sure how to process what he’d said.
He saw the expression on my face, felt the way my feet slowed, and gently squeezed my hand, pulling me back into step with him.
“Don’t worry, I won’t tell them anything about us if you don’t want me to.
I can tease Darcy because we’ve known each other for so long, plus he lives above me so he can’t exactly hide it—not that he chooses to—so I can get away with ribbing him. ”
“Thank you. I guess, I’ve always been quite private, and I don’t tend to talk about my personal life with people.
Not that I really have people to tell… maybe if I had close friends like yours it would be different.
” It sounded a little sad to say out loud, but I was more worried he’d judge me for my lack of friends than I was upset about my dearth of social connections.
There were times when I wanted a bigger social circle—not a huge one, but a couple of friends to talk to regularly and spend some time with might be nice. But that meant putting myself out there and being open with people, which was the thing I struggled with.
“Well, if you want some friends, I’ll introduce you to mine.
They’d love you,” Milo said casually, like it was no big deal at all.
“Obviously, you’ve met them briefly, but like, if it ever gets to the point you want to hang out, we can do that.
I think you and Jonathan would get on well—he’s a sweet bean. Very stylish too.”
“T-Thank you, I’ll think about it,” I said, trying hard not to stumble over the words.
I didn’t know if he realised how much it meant to me.
We didn’t exactly have the best history, and we hadn’t talked about what this new thing we were doing was, but he was still willing to open his life up to me, showing me off to his friends like I meant something.
He grinned. “Good! By the way, you still haven’t apologised for torturing me.”
“Am I supposed to?”
“Yes! Obviously!” He pouted and threw his other hand up dramatically.
I pulled the two of us to a stop, my free hand reaching out to caress his jaw, drawing it up to mine. “Why should I apologise?” I asked, a soft, warning edge to my tone. “You haven’t been very polite at all. I really do need to teach you some manners.”
Milo swallowed, a broken groan echoing from his throat. “Please.”
“Please what?”
“Please, teach me.”
I smirked, leaning down to brush my lips against him. “I’m not convinced. Let’s get inside, then you can try again.”
His eyes widened, the storm inside them surging as his desire flared.
He was so beautiful like this, and I wondered if he realised how expressive his face was.
I was intrigued to see what other pictures his emotions would paint across his features by the end of the night, but I already knew each of them would be utterly entrancing.
“Yeah, let’s go. Or I won’t be held responsible for my actions,” he said, stepping back and starting to drag me down the road.
Laughter bubbled out of me, the sound catching on the breeze and dancing away, sharing it with the people strolling along the beach as if the world wanted everyone to know how happy I was.
It didn’t take us long to get back to my flat, the pair of us rushing up the stairs like we were being timed.
Part of me had wondered if we’d be tentative, hesitant about whether we actually wanted this, but as soon as my front door clicked shut behind us, Milo grasped the front of my jumper and dragged me into a hungry kiss.
I groaned, my arms wrapping around him and grabbing handfuls of his fleece, keeping him close against me.
Our kisses weren’t sweet and delicate, like they had been in Novel Tea. They were eager and deep, desperation crackling through them like lightning bolts across a dark sky.
The intensity of the feelings flooding my body bordered on terrifying, but Milo’s need for me was irresistible and my desires had reached the point where they were overriding the lingering fears permanently residing in my brain.
“Bedroom,” Milo said, barely removing his mouth from mine. “Unless you want me to get on my knees here.”
“That is tempting.”
“Is that a yes, then?”
“No.” I stepped back slightly, putting a couple of inches between us so I could think clearly. “How do you… I mean… what do you want?”
“Honestly? As long as we both come at least once, I don’t mind how it happens.
I’m vers, so if you want to fuck then I’m down with whatever you want.
Or I can suck you off, jerk you off… the list is endless.
Although, maybe nothing too kinky to start with.
I mean, whips and chains is all fun and good, but I’d rather avoid pain, if that’s okay?
And I can do a bit of degradation, but it kinda fucks with my head so actually, maybe it’s more of a no.
I tend to internalise it a bit. I know it’s weird, but what can you do? ”
He was smiling, trying to play off his vulnerability with humour, but I saw the flicker of pain behind his eyes and my heart ached for him.
“I get it,” I said softly. “My brain does it too, and then it lingers. I know people don’t mean it when they say things like I’m a useless slut, but it hurts in a way I can’t explain.”
“Yeah, it does.” He moved closer, reducing the gap I’d put between us. “I want you to teach me manners, but… I don’t want negativity. Does that make sense?”
“Yes, completely. I… one time someone told me ‘no’ in bed because I hadn’t repeated something correctly and I burst into tears, so, yes, I understand.
” I felt my face heat, knowing embarrassment was darkening my cheeks.
Milo was staring, so I quickly added, “It wasn’t his fault, and he felt terrible afterwards.
It was probably why we didn’t see each other again. ”
Milo shook his head slightly, “Oh, sweetheart. The only time I ever want to see you cry is when you’re overstimulated and wrung out because I’ve made you come so many times we’ve both lost count.”
My cock throbbed, the idea making my stomach twist with desire. “We can do that.”
“Next time,” Milo said. He was so close to me now, and it felt like the situation had flipped from earlier, where he’d been almost begging me to take charge.
“Will you fuck me?” I asked, sliding my hands under his fleece and his T-shirt, seeking out the warmth of his skin. “I want to feel you inside me. I want to ride you, so I can watch your face and see the way you look at me. And I… I want…”
“Yeah? Tell me everything, sweetheart,” he said before kissing me again, the magnetic force between us drawing us back to each other.
“I want you to beg me to come. I want to hear you say please before you fill me up.”
Milo groaned. “Fuck, yes. Want to watch you ride me, know you’ll look so fucking hot in my lap, using my cock to get off and making me beg for you. I promise to be good for you, baby. Want to give you everything you need.”
I kissed him deeply, pushing my tongue into his mouth as he moaned, his hands grasping the front of my jumper. I could feel his cock hardening in the front of his jeans, his erection pressing against mine.
“Fuck me, then,” I said, nipping his lip and delighting at the way he whined.
It annoyed me that we had to stop kissing to move, but if I was going to ride Milo, I wanted to do it on my very comfortable mattress, not the hall carpet. I did not fancy getting friction burns all over my knees.
My room wasn’t far—nothing was in my flat—but suddenly it felt like we were having to run a marathon to reach the door. I kicked it vaguely closed behind us, because I always had to have the bedroom door shut, and dragged Milo towards the bed.
Since we’d discussed Milo coming here today, I’d put fresh sheets on before leaving for work and put the lube and condoms I’d bought on my way home yesterday within easy reach. I hadn’t assumed we’d be having sex—although it had been my hope—but I’d always thought it was best to be prepared.
My fingers pulled at the bottom of Milo’s fleece, trying to tug it upwards as he attempted to do the same with my jumper. “This isn’t working,” I grumbled, frustrated I couldn’t simply snap my fingers and have both of us naked.
“I’ve got you, baby,” Milo said. “Let go of me and we can undress.”
“That sounds too sensible.”
“I do have my moments.”
“I’ll try and remember this one then.”
Milo chuckled as I slowly released him and began to remove my clothes, folding them as neatly as I could without really looking and putting them on the blanket box at the bottom of my bed.
I wasn’t a hundred percent sure of where everything had ended up, but I didn’t really care. I was too busy staring at Milo.
His skin was sun-kissed, his arms stronger and more muscular than I remembered, and his thighs thick and toned, dusted with golden-brown hair.
There was hair across his chest too, an enticing trail running down to the waistband of the tight, teal trunks he was wearing, the fabric straining over his erection.
I slowly palmed my cock, precum dripping from the slit, as I drank in every detail. “Fuck, you’re hot,” I said, the words tumbling off my tongue before I could stop them.
Milo smirked. “Thanks,” he said, his tone suggesting he already knew how sexy he was. “So are you.”
I shook my head. I knew I wasn’t anything special to look at once I was undressed. “You don’t have to—”
“You. Are. Hot,” he said insistently, putting one hand on my waist and placing the other on top of my hand, making me stroke my cock. “Say it for me, sweetheart. Please. Tell me how sexy you are.”
“I’m sexy,” I said, moaning as Milo made me tighten the grip on my cock, swiping his thumb across the silken head as my foreskin rolled back.
“Tell me again.”
“I’m sexy. I’m really fucking sexy.”
Milo’s smirk widened, making my stomach flip and more precum spurt from my dick. He kissed me again as my head spun, my legs trembling like I was already overwhelmed. Fuck, how had he taken me apart so quickly?
“Yeah, you are,” Milo murmured. “And you’re going to look even fucking sexier bouncing on my dick.”