“Fuck. How have I had this beast inside me so many times?” he asked, gripping Milo’s cock and giving it a few strokes. He was already leaking, so his foreskin pulled back with ease, showing the head of his cock.
“You take my cock like a greedy little slut, don’t you, Eddie?”
He gasped, but there was definite desire in his eyes. So, Edward liked the dirty talk with the lights on as well. He could do that.
“Are you going to swallow my cum, Eddie?”
He nodded, with a smile on his face.
“You’re not allowed to touch yourself. You only focus on getting me off. If you do a good job, I’ll let you cum after. Okay?”
There was a moment of hesitation on his face, and Milo wondered if he’d gone too far, but that smile was soon back and he nodded in agreement. Although Milo always liked tobe in control during sex, there was something extra about having one of the most senior men in government on his knees in front of him. He felt powerful.
“Open wide for me, Eddie. I want to fuck your throat and choke you with my cum.”
Edward opened his mouth, his eyes never leaving Milo’s. He used a hand to grip the back of Edward’s head, using the other to stroke his cock. Once his lips were right in front of Milo’s cock head, he smeared them with precum.
“Put your tongue out for me.”
Edward did as he was told, and Milo slapped the head of his cock against Edward’s tongue a few times before thrusting in as far as he could go. Edward gagged, but didn’t push Milo away.
“Take it all for me. You can do it.”
His pubes brushed against Edward’s lips, and he could see the bulge of his cock head in Edward’s throat. His eyes were watering, but it was clear he was loving it. Milo pulled out, giving him a couple of seconds to get some air before plunging back in. He did this a few times, each one longer, to see how long Edward could be choked on Milo’s cock before tapping out, but he had a determined look on his face. Milo used both hands to grip the back of Edward’s head and fucked his throat with deep, powerful thrusts. Oh, how he’d love to be inside his warm hole right now, but he wasn’t sure if that was an option. How could they carry on their arrangement now they knew each other like this? He didn’t want to think about that right now, not when he was thrusting in and out of Edward’s warm mouth. Spit dripped from his mouth onto the expensive-looking rug as Milo continued to abuse the man’s throat. His hums of pleasure were enough to let Milo know how much he loved it.
Milo kept fucking Edward’s face, holding back his orgasm as long as he could. Why hadn’t they done this in The Back Room? They’d usually just got straight down to fucking. Howdid he not know how perfect Edward’s throat was for his cock? He could have been getting blown like this for the past few months. Hopefully, he’d get another opportunity. Milo felt his calves tense as he thrust deeper down Edward’s throat, his strokes becoming more erratic. He couldn’t hold back any longer, so he showed no mercy to the man kneeling at his feet as he chased his release.
“I’m gonna cum,” he grunted.
Edward hummed his approval a few seconds before Milo emptied down his throat. His orgasm hit him so hard his legs almost buckled, but Edward gripped his thighs whilst taking down every drop. Milo could feel his cock still pulsing as Edward milked more out of him. He wasn’t sure he’d ever cum that much, even when he was a constantly horny teenager.
He did a few more slow thrusts as his brain came back online, but his cock was sensitive. As it softened, he slipped out of Edward’s mouth, who used his tongue to lick up any remaining cum. The head of his cock was still sensitive, but who was he to deny Edward his pleasure when he looked so happy? Once Edward was done with his cock, Milo sat back on the sofa, his jeans still round his ankles. He was still breathing heavily, but conscious that Edward hadn’t cum yet.
“Pull your cock out,” he demanded.
“I’m good.”
“I said . . . pull your cock out.”
“As sexy as that sounds, I don’t think I’ll be ready to go again just yet.”
“Go again?”
Milo looked down and saw a noticeable wet patch in Edward’s grey jogging bottoms. Those things hid nothing. It’s why the gays loved them so much.
“Enjoy that, did you?”
“I love sucking cock,” he croaked.
“I can tell!”
Edward laughed, which turned into a coughing fit. Milo pulled his trousers up and rushed into the kitchen to get himself a glass of water. Edward followed him, and seemed to be over the worst, but he happily took the water, downing the whole glass. He smiled at Milo as he passed the glass back.
“Are you okay?” asked Milo.
“Yeah. I needed that.”
“Happy to be of service,” he said with a smile.
