Chapter 37 #2
“Pick it up tomorrow,” he whispered in my ear, wrapping an arm around the small of my back. “I don’t want to wait any longer than I have to.”
I growled in response, unable to form words, but eagerly holding tight as Milo lifted off into the night sky.
The flight home was made easy by Milo’s magics. I allowed him to carry me while I focused my attention elsewhere. It was impossible to keep my hands off him, my lips. Wind chill hit hard, so I buried my face in the crook of Milo’s neck, kissing him, licking him, tasting him.
I unfastened his belt, unzipped his slacks, and gripped his cock midflight, nearly sending us off course. As his attention rose, his levitation floundered.
“What happened to those perfected roots?” I whispered in his ear, teasing him, nibbling on his lobe too.
“The roots are perfect, the witch using them—not so much.” Milo grinned, bucking and letting his hard shaft rub against my hip. “But the witch I’m with is quite perfect.”
“Careful.” I kissed his collarbone. “Flattery will get you everywhere.”
It took everything I had to hold myself back once we landed on the balcony.
A much easier route to return home than passing through the door attendants, the lobby, the elevator ride.
Still, I had to practice patience as Milo punched in the security code.
After all, anyone could fly through the balcony route, so the alarm dinged the second our feet reached the mat in front of the sliding glass doors.
Milo slid open the door, and I pushed him inside, practically riding his ass with each step. No way would I make it to the bedroom at this rate.
“Dorian,” Milo groaned as I pushed him against the couch.
“Yes.” I kissed his neck, running my fingers down his back, lightly clawing at his silk shirt.
“I need to get ready,” Milo said, making it clear he wanted a moment to breathe, to prepare, to probably find a more comfortable spot in the penthouse, too.
It’d be so easy to bend him over right here, to plow him, to savor every second, every thrust into him.
“Okay,” I said with a raspy breath, a hungry need for him.
We pulled apart long enough for Milo to make his way into our bedroom and the master bath.
I closed our door and took a few seconds to collect myself.
His arousal intermingled with my own, making it difficult to control myself, contain my urges, but I settled enough.
The heat of passion simmered just below the surface, and I knew the moment he stepped back out, I would boil over from anticipation.
I plopped onto the bed, slowly stripping off my clothes, taking my erection into my hand, and stroking as I thought of Milo.
The ring on my finger was cool to the touch.
I took a moment to examine it, to study every detail on my hand.
It looked so foreign. A seemingly impossible detail had become a reality.
I’d gone from this isolated, broken man unable and unwilling to accept love.
Yet here I was now, engaged to the most perfect man in the world.
We were building a family together, a life together, a future.
“Penny for your thoughts?” Milo asked, swaggering out of the bathroom in nothing but a pair of pink boxer briefs.
“In this economy?” I scoffed. “It’ll cost you way more.”
“Can I get a lover’s discount?” Milo strutted over to the bed, dropping to his knees the second he reached the edge.
He placed his hands on either side of me, running his knuckles against my hip bones, and without missing a beat, he went to work sucking my dick.
I groaned, growing harder in his mouth with every bob of his head.
“Fuck.”
Milo gagged, taking in as much as he could again and again until he worked his way to the base. He repeated this motion over and over, enveloping me as he swallowed my entire shaft.
Then he lifted off me, panting a bit. Drool spilled from his lips.
His eyes watered. His breathing hastened.
But Milo wasn’t finished. He returned to my dick, stroking his hand up and down while he used his mouth to tease the head of my cock.
Every nerve ignited, propelling me into euphoric ecstasy.
As Milo continued, I slowly started pumping upward, meeting his mouth and pushing in a bit deeper each time. Eventually, Milo released his hand, running it along my thigh to brace himself as I bucked against him, ramming my cock deeper into his mouth each time.
I ran my fingers through his blond hair, grabbing a fistful, and controlling his head as I face fucked him faster.
The gurgles and gasps he let out only further fueled me. Fuck, if I kept this up, I’d cum any second.
“I need to stop,” I said, continuing to thrust into him. “I can’t… Oh, you feel so fucking good.”
Before I knew it, I was on the precipice of climaxing. Each time my cock head pushed into the tight warmth of Milo’s throat. Each time Milo gagged on my dick. Each time I panted in sync with my own motion.
“I’m gonna cum.” More an announcement than a warning because the second those words escaped my lips, so did a long, dragged-out moan as I burst into Milo’s mouth.
I took twitchy thrusts, sliding in and out of Milo’s mouth as I shot off my load. It was sticky and sweet, and Milo greedily lapped it up, swallowing every drop and slowly licking my cock clean.
A semi-erection kept me eager for another round, for a chance to fuck Milo, but I needed a second to recover, to prepare.
“Get over here.” I pulled Milo up with a touch of telekinesis.
I didn’t just call Milo to me, but also the lube in our nightstand.
He climbed up the bed, straddling me, and then lay atop me with his full weight. We kissed and cuddled and grinded against one another. I savored the taste of his mouth, the softness of his skin, the firmness of his muscles.
Pushing him off me, I rolled on top. I tugged at his pink undies, kissing his hip bone, and relishing how hot he looked, revealing almost everything. Pulling down his boxer briefs entirely, I blew Milo, taking in all of him.
Soon, Milo rolled onto his side, thrusting into my mouth and panting as he pushed deeper down my throat. A little whimper of excitement escaped his lips as I stuck a lubed finger inside him, then a second.
Milo was getting close to finishing, to releasing. The deeper I prodded him, the more he explored my throat, the closer he came.
“Wait.” I pulled away, growing harder each second I had Milo’s cock into my mouth. “I want to finish together this time.”
Milo turned over, laying on his stomach, but that wouldn’t do. God, I loved staring at his beautiful bubble butt, but I wanted to feel him entirely. I wanted to take in all of him as he took me.
I rolled Milo onto his back, spreading his legs, and slid my dick into his lubed hole. As my head pressed into him, I squeezed a bit more lube onto my cock, making it easier.
Every thrust into Milo made him moan. I kept a steady pace, stroking his cock in rhythm with my motion. I held his gaze, taking in his every expression, the twitch of his body, the panting of his breathing.
I wanted to hold onto this forever, to fuck him all night, but Milo’s eyes rolled back, and I knew he was close. Part of me wanted to stop stroking him, to edge him longer, but I’d already made him wait once.
Putting in more effort, I pumped faster in and out of Milo, bringing myself closer, keeping a steady grip on Milo’s cock.
“I’m gonna…” Milo whimpered, body convulsing as I railed into him.
Milo came right as I did. While my load filled him up, his load sprayed between us. I collapsed on top of him, our skin sticky with sweat and cum. We panted in unison, and I lay there with all my weight on Milo until we both dozed off.