His hands cup my face, thumbs stroking away smudges of makeup. He looks at me like he’s trying to memorize every detail, every line, every stupid freckle. “I’ve never seen you look more beautiful,” he says, rough and real.
I snort, but I can’t hide the heat crawling up my cheeks. “Bullshit.”
He shakes his head, dead serious. “Not even a little. I’ve never wanted anything more than I want you right now.” There’s a hunger in his eyes that has nothing to do with sex and everything to do with wanting to be loved, to belong. I recognize it because it’s the same ache that’s lived in my chest since I was seventeen. It undoes me.
I fist both hands in his coat and drag him down for another kiss. This one is slower, deliberate, but just as needy. I part my lips, and he takes the invitation, tongue searching, exploring, mapping the inside of my mouth like he’ll never get another chance. I let him. I let myself be devoured. His hands slide down to grab my ass, tugging me flush against him. I can feel him, thick and hot through the layers, and it’s all I can do not to drop to my knees and worship him right there.
He tangles his fingers in my wig, tugging just enough to make me moan, and grins down at me, eyes wild. “You’re unreal, you know that?” He groans, grinding against me, helpless. “Fuck, May. You drive me insane.”
“That’s the idea,” I purr, reaching down to cup his cock through the tight velvet pants. He shudders, hips stuttering forward. “God, look at you. You’re so fucking hard. Did I do this to you?”
He laughs, voice breaking, and bites at my ear. “You’ve been doing this to me for twenty-five years.”
I drag him across the tiny apartment, kissing and biting, tugging at his clothes, desperate to get him naked. He returns the favor, hands greedy, yanking at the tie of my robe, peeling itdown my arms until it puddles at my feet in a heap of powder blue and white fur. I kick it aside, left in heels, matching blue lace, a white corset, and a healthy coat of glitter. I confess, I had plans for this man tonight and might have prepped before the show, skipping tucking or padding in favor of easy access and a quick undressing. God bless earlier me and my horny forethought.
He pauses, pulls back just enough to take me in. His eyes go dark, hungry, jaw tight with restraint. “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” he whispers, reverent. “Jesus, May.”
I roll my eyes, trying to play it off, but my whole body goes liquid under his gaze. “You just have a lace kink.”
He shakes his head, refusing to let me dodge. “Not just the lace. Not just the drag. All of you. I want it all.”
I don’t know what to do with that, so I do the only thing that makes sense. I throw myself at him, legs wrapping around his hips, trusting him to catch me. He does, easily, hands cupping my ass, supporting me like it’s nothing. My back hits the wall, hard, but I barely notice. All I feel is him.
He kisses me desperately, biting at my lower lip, tongue driving into my mouth like he can’t get deep enough. I kiss back, feral, nails raking down his back. He groans, rutting helplessly against me. “Gonna fuck you so good,” he growls, voice gone rough. “Gonna make you scream my name.”
“Promises, promises,” I taunt, breathless, as his fingers tear at the closures of my corset, letting it fall behind us when he finally works it loose.
I grab his harness and pull him in for another kiss, messier this time, all teeth and tongue and years of missing each other. His hands roam as he lays me out on the bed, stroking up my thighs, fingers finding the lace of my jock already damp withprecum. He palms my cock through the fabric, and I nearly come undone, hips jerking.
“Well, miss May North,” he teases, stroking me with a featherlight touch over the lace, driving me insane. “No tuck tonight?”
“Jesus,” I gasp. “Miles, don’t tease.”
He grins against my jaw. “Not teasing. Just appreciating the view.”
All I manage in response is a whine, which earns me another dark chuckle. He strips out of his pants in one smooth motion, letting them fall as I watch, licking my lips like the hungry little monster he’s turned me into. He leaves the harness on, tight and obscene, framing his body like a work of art. His cock is thick, flushed, and leaking at the tip. I reach for it, desperate, but he catches my wrists and pins them above my head.
“Not so fast,” he breathes, grinning down at me. “I want to look at you.”
He slips my heels off, slow and deliberate, massaging my calves as he works, kissing his way up the inside of my thighs until I’m begging, hips rolling helplessly against the sheets. He noses at the lace, tongue flicking out to taste me through the fabric, and I nearly lose my mind.
“Say it again,” he commands, voice low and dark.
“Love you,” I gasp, helpless. “I fucking love you, Miles. Only you.”
He rewards me with a filthy, open-mouthed kiss right over my jock, tongue pressing hard into the damp spot. I arch up, desperate, and he laughs, pleased. “That’s right. You belong to me,” he growls, biting at the skin just above the waistband.
He tears the lace down, leaving it ruined and bunched around one thigh, and spreads my legs wide. His beard scrapes my sensitive skin, making me shiver. He dives in, tongue findingmy hole, licking and sucking until I’m a mess, moaning and writhing, begging for more.
He slides one thick finger inside me, then two, working me open with ruthless patience, tongue lapping at my cock, my balls, anywhere he can reach. I’m incoherent, a trembling, blushing mess, but he doesn’t let up. Every time I buck, he pins me harder, his mouth never stopping.
“Miles, please,” I whimper, right on the edge. “I need you. Need you now.”
He looks up, eyes wild. “You want me to fuck you?”
“Yes. Yes, fuck, please, I need you,” I babble, past the point of pride.
He grins, feral, and grabs the lube from the drawer. He slicks himself up with shaking hands and lines up at my entrance. There’s a beat, a gentle, searching pause, then he pushes in, slow at first, stretching me open until I burn with it. I gasp, clutching at his arms, feeling every inch.
