“Always so good for me,” he cooed, and I struggled against the cuffs, wanting to be free to touch him now that he was finished.
He immediately seemed to know what I wanted and pulled back, producing the key and releasing my arms.
He tugged my limp body up and cradled me against his chest, kissing me over and over as he easily maneuvered us onto the couch.
He laid back and pulled me to sprawl across his warm, hard chest, murmuring soft words of praise into my damp hair and running his fingers gently up and down my naked back as I snuggled into his t-shirt.
He hadn’t even bothered to pull his pants up, and our spent cocks lay against each other as we cuddled together.
I sighed happily as post-orgasm waves of euphoria zinged through my body.
He made me feel so flipping good.
I hoped I made him feel good, too.
“Do you feel better?” I asked quietly, tilting my head up to kiss the rough stubble that was beginning to come in on the underside of his jaw.
“Yeah, baby. Thank you. I needed that,” he rumbled, sliding one of his hands down and slipping it into the crease of my ass. “Was I too rough? I didn’t hurt you, did I?” he asked, massaging my swollen hole with a gentle finger.
I shook my head, ignoring the relentless blush that he seemed to always effortlessly draw out of me.
“Nuh-uh. Feels good,” I purred, and he chuckled softly, squeezing me tighter into him.
“Good. That’s good, Milo.”
My-loh.
The way he always said my name like I was this precious thing would never cease to amaze me.
We lay there for another few moments, just enjoying being close to one another as the TV continued to play the haunting melodies of the chill playlist NOVA had put on for us.
As the endorphins began to wear off, reality crept back in, and I pushed myself up to straddle his hips.
I reached out carefully for his face. I still didn’t have my glasses on, so I couldn’t see verywell, and he chuckled.
“Let me find your glasses, and we’ll get you bundled up in something comfy. Stay here,” he ordered, and I bit back the urge to protest. I wanted to talk about what had happened this morning, but he was still clearly trying to avoid the conversation.
I allowed him to get up and find my glasses, waiting patiently on the couch as he went to also get me a pair of sweats and a warm, wet washcloth.
“Let me clean you up,” he ordered gently, and I obediently allowed him to wipe me down. He cleaned the cum off my legs and cock, before wiping gently between my cheeks.
Sliding my glasses back on my face, he dropped a kiss on the tip of my nose and handed me a soft pair of sweats and one of his t-shirts.
Once I was dressed, I curled into the corner of the couch and watched him snatch up his phone.
He’d changed into a pair of grey sweats that hung low on his hips. He’d removed his t-shirt and looked like pure sex as he scrolled through his Nexus app, pulling up food options for what I assumed would be our lunch.
“Jay,” I said finally.
“Mmm?” he hummed, refusing to look up from his phone.
“Jay, look at me,” I said firmly, pushing my glasses farther up on my nose.
He immediately met my eyes, his eyebrows raising in shock at my demand.
I shivered in his giant t-shirt, impressed with myself for being so brave.
“I want to talk about what happened with Sebastian earlier…please.” Thepleasecame out in a nervous squeak, and my cheeks heated, but I held his gaze.
