I forced my eyes down just in time to watch him suck the tender web of flesh between my thumb and finger into his mouth. His teeth nipped against the skin, his fingers curled tight around my wrist. He moved my hand so he could get a better angle on it, dragging his tongue from the heel of my palm to the tip of my middle finger with one long and wet swipe.
“I was out with Grayson, surrounded by the things that turn me on the most in this world.” He pushed his tongue between my first and second fingers, splaying my hand across his cheek until I could feel the soft fan of his eyelashes against my fingertips. “And all I wanted was you.”
I let out a soft breath and Miles went from licking to kissing, peppering pecks of his lips over the entirety of my palm.
“I left him there and came back as fast as I could,” he admitted. “The whole drive, all I could think about was how stupid it was for me to say I didn’t want to be exclusive with you.”
“Oh?”
Miles took my hand and turned it, gliding it down his chest and stomach, over the hump of his belt until he reached the bulge of his erection. I groaned, curling my fingers around his length.
“I don’t want to share,” he murmured.
“My brother,” I answered, gripping his cock in the cradle of my hand. His back arched and he pushed into my palm. “I was on the phone with my brother.”
Miles laughed under his breath, fingers still wrapped around my wrist. He pushed my hand against his cock more aggressively.
“I want to be exclusive,” he said.
“Yes.” I stretched my fingers for his zipper, pulling down so I could get my hand into his pants. “But it’s more than sex.”
“I know dating is more than sex.”
“Dating is more than a text message every two days.” With his fly down, I set to work on his belt, which he helped with, pulling the strap of black leather out of the loops with an expected level of efficiency.
“Dinner and texting.” His lids were heavy and he looped the belt around itself, securing my wrists and tearing my hand away from his cock. “Spending the night and having space in the closet.”
“Forgoing condoms,” I whispered.
Miles growled, mouth pulling into a devious grin. “It’s like you read my mind. All I’ve been able to think about since Friday has been how much I wanted to shoot my load inside of you.”
“This weekend,” I suggested. “We can go, and—”
He cut me off, tugging on the belt around my wrist and crashing our mouths together. I could taste the salt of my skin and the residual red wine from my fingers on his tongue, and I opened further, making room for him to explore my mouth with his eager tongue.
“This weekend I’m going to come so deep inside of your ass, you’ll be able to taste me on your tongue,” Miles promised, wrapping the end of the belt around his wrist and taking out all of the slack. A quick tug of his hand and I was on my knees, the cock I’d just been playing with now at eye level. “I’ll let you get a preview now so you have something to look forward to.”
He didn’t need to ask and I didn’t need to be told. Panting, I opened my mouth and he shoved his cock against my tongue, not giving me anything more than the swollen head. Miles had so much control, he fucked his hips forward like he was inside of me, but never giving me more than an inch of his cock.
It frustrated me, tension curling up my spine as I tried to lean into him, tried to get more of his cock in my mouth. But he stopped me, pulling back for every inch I gained on him until I finally settled, accepting what he was willing to give me.
“There you go,” he praised, sliding another inch into my mouth. “Now you get it.”
I fought to stay still, to hold my tongue out and let him use my mouth as a cock sleeve. All I wanted was to seal my lips around the thickest part of his shaft and suck the life out of him, my own cock throbbing between my legs with the desperate need to be touched or sucked itself. It took all my willpower not to move, and eventually something clicked in my mind and everything went quiet.
Miles had slowed his pace, still barely sliding his dick into my mouth. Spit ran down my chin, pooling in the corners of my lips, and my brain was at absolute peace. I felt the familiar tingle that came with the outskirts of subspace, and I wondered how this man was able to get me there with two inches of his dick and nothing else. I moaned, soft and needy, and Miles pressed another inch of his cock into my mouth. Then another, and then I gagged, tears sliding down my cheeks and joining with the spit.
“Good boy.” Releasing the belt, he tangled his fingers into my hair, positioning my head where he wanted it before slowly pushing his cock all the way into the back of my throat. “See what happens when you listen? See what happens when you give me what I want?”
I nodded, blinking up at him. His expression was obscured from the tears in my eyes, but there was no mistaking it for anything other than a look of total satisfaction.
“You can suck now.” His voice trembled, and I closed my lips around him, hollowing my cheeks and doing the one thing I’d been desperate for since he took me to my knees. He didn’t give me long, using the hold on my hair to yank my head back before he came.
“Don’t swallow.” The words turned into a grunt and his cock slapped against my teeth, jerking madly as he shot his load onto my tongue. His hips bucked as he came, and before his cock had finished spurting into my mouth, he yanked me to my feet, crashing our mouths back together.
Miles swirled his cum between our tongues, backing me up against the counter, his still hard cock spasming against my hip. The taste of him burned salty and warm, and he used his tongue to shove his cum back into my mouth.
“Swallow,” he commanded, and I did, licking my lips, needy for more of him.
