Chapter 5 #2
“That didn’t count.” I braced my arms and studied his movements. If I hadn’t goaded him, his thoughts would flow more freely, yet now he tiptoed between ideas, making it harder to anticipate his next move.
“Left side.” Milo swung, true to his word, and nearly decked me.
I tumbled backward as I maneuvered out of the way, then was forced to crawl away from Milo’s continued strikes. He didn’t relent for a second.
“You wanna work with the best, then you better hold your own with us.” Milo stomped his foot with swift kicks that were leading me back to the wall. “You’re following my thoughts, but you’re not reacting fast enough to do a damn thing with them.”
“I just need a second…” I rolled to my side, escaping Milo’s next blow meant to box me against the wall.
“You don’t get a second.” Milo lunged, wrapping his arm around my neck and pinning me to the ground. “It only takes one second to fall right into a trap. One false move. One sloppy evasion. One misstep.”
“Fine.” I struggled to break free, but Milo’s grip tightened. “I yield, whatever.”
“Not whatever.” Milo bucked his hips against me, holding me down and in place. “You have tremendous capabilities with your telepathy. You’re probably the strongest psychic in the world.”
I tsked. I was powerful but not so arrogant as to think such things.
“But your telepathy only goes so far.”
“I get it, if an enemy works around my magic, they can turn it into a weakness.”
“No, well, yes, but also your body doesn’t move as fast as your comprehension,” Milo explained. “Predicting your opponent’s moves does no good if you can’t capitalize on it. Instead, focus on their body language, predict with instinct, not insight.”
“And how do I go about that?” I attempted to wriggle loose, but Milo still held tight to my throat and weighed down on me with his full body.
“Fighting is a lot like fucking,” Milo whispered, his breath tickling the back of my ear. “You just have to focus on your partner’s needs.”
Milo bucked, grinding his crotch against my ass.
“Only when you’re fighting, you exploit those needs and break them.” Milo’s words danced on the nape of my neck, sending a quiver of anticipation coursing through me. “When you’re fucking, you gotta put in the real work.”
Milo kissed my neck, working his way to my shoulder before biting down.
I groaned, raising my ass to meet him.
“Ready to surrender this battle to me?” Milo teased, running his tongue along the back of my ear before nibbling on the lobe.
Between the ticklish jolt and his cockiness, I couldn’t stifle the laugh that escaped my mouth.
“Oh, laughing in the face of defeat.” Milo whipped me around and slammed my back onto the mat. “Guess I’m gonna have to really put in the work to bring you down.”
I chuckled. “I already am.”
“Not all of you.” Milo grabbed my belt, unfastening my pants with a level of expertise I’d never master.
In the few seconds I spent shimmying to lower them past my hips and assist, he’d yanked them down to my ankles, slipped off my shoes, carefully tugged the bunched fabric past my heels, and tossed my jeans, boxers, and socks to the other side of the arena floor.
“Are you serious?” I smiled because I couldn’t hide it even if I wanted to play coy. “What if someone…you know.”
“Unlike you, I filled the proper requisition form securing this time for a private training session.”
“And what kind of training session is this, exactly?”
“I call it the art of humility.” Milo fished a hand into his pocket, retrieving a small bottle of lube. “If you’re going to be a pro enchanter, you gotta learn to take a loss while keeping your head held high.”
I let out something between a scoff and a snort, because his mind was flooded with dirty desires and kinks he wanted to try in this training chamber for god only knows how long.
Milo cast telekinesis to softly slide my shirt up, the phantom pressure of gentle hands touching me all the while as he lifted my shirt off. Once he’d removed the final layer of clothing I had, Milo used his magic to unbutton his dress shirt, seductive and also careful not to wrinkle the fine silk.
I rolled my eyes.
“What?” He shrugged. “Some of us care about our wardrobe.”
“Uh-huh.”
With that, Milo sent the shirt fluttering away and leaned forward to straddle his arms on either side of me.
The tension held for a few seconds before he kissed me, quick and distracting, so distracting I lost track of his hands, which worked their way down my chest, my stomach, and were suddenly cupping my ass.
The cool touch of the lube with the suddenness of Milo’s fingertips pressing at my hole sent a shiver of surprise through me.
“Fuuuck,” I moaned. “You just happened to have that on hand?”
Part of me wondered if he’d had a vision or merely a suspicion since we’d been too busy for intimacy, and my sour attitude hadn’t helped matters.
“Always be prepared,” Milo said, licking my shaft.