“You want me to come in your mouth?” May asks, voice shaking. “I remember you used to beg for it.”
I groan and nod as much as I can with my mouth full. I want it. I want him. More than anything.
“God, you’re filthy,” he breathes, and then he’s thrusting harder, fucking into my mouth in short, stuttering motions. I keep up, swallowing every time he hits the back of my throat, drool sliding down my chin. May’s whole body goes tense, vibrating like a live wire, and then he’s coming. Thick and hot and deep. I drink him down, not spilling a drop, milking him with my tongue until he’s shuddering and gasping for breath. He rides out the orgasm with a string of vulgar, gorgeous noises, shaking so hard I have to brace myself against his thighs to keep my balance. When he finally stills, his hand gentles in my hair, stroking it almost tenderly.
“Oh my god,” May sighs, wrecked and beautiful. “You’re such a mess. Look at you.”
I pull off, licking my lips. Come is smeared across my mouth, glitter from his skirt dusting my face, and I’m still kneeling at his feet like a man who’s just discovered religion.
Honestly, that feels about right.
I rest my cheek against his thigh, nuzzling him for just a second. May pets my hair, letting out soft, content sounds. He’ssoftening against my jaw, cock still twitching with aftershocks. For a long moment, the only sounds are his heartbeat pounding in my ears and our shared, uneven breathing.
Finally, his grip loosens. He strokes my hair, gentler now, almost reverent. “Fuck, Miles,” he whispers, a little awed. “You’re unreal.”
I pull back, licking my lips, probably looking like an absolute mess, and not caring at all. “You taste even better than I remembered,” I mumble, voice hoarse.
May laughs, breathless. “You’re such a fucking disaster. Get up here.”
I grin, letting my arms fall free and pushing myself to my feet. My knees crack, but I ignore them. May grabs me by the shoulders and yanks me into a kiss, tongues messy and insistent. He tastes himself on my mouth, and the kiss turns even dirtier.
He pulls back long enough to catch his breath and survey the damage. “You drooled on my skirt,” he accuses, without a shred of heat. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”
He kisses me again, biting my lower lip until I whimper.
“God, you’re a disaster. I love it,” he mutters, kissing me slower this time. “You want a reward, handyman?”
I’m still dazed, but my cock twitches between us, desperate for attention. “Please,” I manage.
May smiles, all teeth and wicked intent. “Then get on the couch. And don’t even think about touching yourself until I say so.”
I scramble to obey. The couch is velvet and plush, creaking under my weight as I flop back, arms at my sides, cock flushed and leaking against my stomach. May watches me with slow, predatory focus before gliding over. He settles onto my lap, straddling me, skirts pooling around us. He’s still in full drag, still every inch the queen, but the look in his eyes now is private and unguarded enough to make my chest ache.
He leans in, kissing me softly. “You did so good for me,” he whispers, fingers sliding into my hair. “You always do.”
I can’t help it. I reach up, cupping his face, smearing a little more glitter in the process. He doesn’t push me away. If anything, he melts into it for just a second before biting my lip again.
“Hands back down,” he orders, nipping at my ear. “Don’t make me tie you up, Miles.”
My pulse pounds. “Might not be the punishment you think it is.”
He laughs, filthy and delighted. “Noted. But this time, you’re going to behave.”
May rises just enough to reach between us. His hand wraps around my cock, stroking slowly, and I almost come right there. Not even a little ashamed about it.
“God, I missed you,” I blurt. The words are out before I can stop them.
May stills, pupils blown wide. For a moment, I think I’ve ruined it, but then he shakes his head, smiling almost shyly. “Yeah, well. Keep making me come like that, and you’ll never get rid of me.”
I groan, hips bucking uselessly. May shushes me, thumb teasing the head of my cock, smearing precum everywhere. He watches every twitch, every breath, like he’s cataloguing all the ways I’m losing my mind for him.
“Pretty, pretty Miles,” he murmurs, voice nearly reverent. “So desperate. Did you beg like this for anyone else?”
“Never,” I croak. Honest to God truth. “Just you. Always you.”
He rewards me with another stroke, then slips off my lap and onto the floor between my knees before he leans in, tongue flicking across the tip, tasting me. It’s barely anything, but after all that, I’m already so close it makes my eyes roll back. Hedoesn’t take me in yet, just teases, licking and kissing, dragging it out until I’m shaking with need.
“Beg for it,” May whispers, mouth hovering just above my cock. “Tell me how much you want it.”
