“So far.”I glanced around the lobby, but no one seemed interested in us.“That guy knew who you were.”
“Yeah, probably, but I think he’s on our side.”
I nodded.“New experience.That’s the first time I’ve been clocked as your date.”We’d gone out sometimes, cautiously, in the two years we’d been together, but Miles hadn’t been publicly out then.His size and tough-Viking looks meant no one’s first assumption had been “gay couple.”
“Do you mind him guessing?”Miles pressed the up button.
“I think I like it.”The mirror on the elevator wall as we got in showed my growing smile.
We stood apart as the elevator rose, aware of the security camera in the upper corner.My dick wasn’t getting that message, though.Having Miles next to me, big and hot andright there, meant I was getting hard without a single touch.Luckily, we only had to ascend three floors.When the doors opened, I bolted through.“Where’s fucking 317?”
Miles pointed at a sign.“To the right.”He strode off, with me hustling to match his long-legged pace.
He reached the room first, tapped his card, and pushed the door open.I shoved past him, grabbing his arm on the way, and tugged him after me.
Miles laughed as we staggered inside.“Let me get the door locked.”He swung the night latch across.“There.Now—”
I rose on my toes and ate the words off his mouth like I’d wanted to since forever.Miles grabbed my head in his hands and kissed me back just as hungrily.
“I want you to fuck me,” I gasped into his mouth.
“You have a game tomorrow,” Miles hedged.
“I don’t care.”Yes, taking his huge dick after a year of nothing but a few hand jobs would leave me sore, but I wanted that.Feeling it tomorrow would keep me from wondering if this had all been a dream.
“I care.”Miles kissed me, wet and filthy, then pulled back again.“I don’t want you playing like you have a lower-body injury the day after you told Petrov you’re gay.”
“Oh.”The thought of how that might look flushed my face with heat.“Good point.”
“I can’t wait to fuck you again, but we’ll reintroduce you to Dillon first.”
I snorted.“Dillon” was a big red dildo I’d bought and kept at Miles’s place, which he used to open me up sometimes, when we hadn’t fucked for a while.The name was Miles’s idea of a joke, something to tease me about while I panted through him working the fat head up my ass.“You just like a threesome.”
“Only with Dillon.”He bent and sucked on my neck, stopping before the heat of bruising blossomed.In the summer, he’d sometimes left hickeys, but in the season he was always careful.God, I was tired of being careful.
I sank to my knees and fumbled the button of his jeans open.He shrugged his damp jacket off onto the floor as I eased his zipper down.His hard cock stretched his underwear through the open fly.I leaned forward and closed my mouth over Miles’s thick shaft through the cotton, tugging his jeans down his muscular thighs.He groaned and tangled his fingers in my hair.
The big bed sat fifteen feet away, but I didn’t want to wait.I grabbed the waistband of his boxer-briefs and worked them past his dick and balls, leaving his legs trapped.His cockhead bounced against my cheek, already leaving wet smears of precum on my skin.I wrapped my fingers around the base of him as far as they would go, guided the head to my mouth, and sucked him down.
Holy fuck, I loved this.My mouth was so full my jaw already felt strained, and the taste of him hit my tongue, bringing a cascade of memories.I’d always craved this, could never deep-throat him, but I fucking loved trying, spit-wet and choking and full of Miles.I sucked hard, bobbing lower down his shaft each time, not needing to relearn how to breathe around his size because I hadn’t forgotten fuckinganythingabout Miles.
“Shit, Logan, shit, yeah.”Miles tugged my hair, not hard, just enough for me to feel the pull, exactly the way I liked it.“Fuck, so good.”
My lips met my fist, which was as far as I was going to get.The solid heat of Miles’s cock pressed heavy on my tongue, and I worked my mouth around him, hollowed my cheeks for more suction.Spit ran down my chin.
“Jesus, look at you.”Miles rocked his hips, little controlled thrusts that shoved him in to my limit.“I—” He suddenly pulled my hair enough to slide my lips off him.“Wait, wait!”
“What?”
He grabbed my biceps and hauled me to my feet, pressing a kiss to my wet lips.“I don’t want to come like that.”
“No?”I dodged his next wild kiss.“Why not?Gonna fuck me after all?”
“I want you to fuck me.”He took my mouth again, and for a few minutes, all I could think about was hauling him closer and kissing the hell out of him back.
But when we parted to breathe, I hesitated.“You don’t come from being fucked.”Unless one of those hookups in the last few months had figured out something I’d missed in the two years we’d tried.I should be grateful, if so, but jealousy burned in my gut.
Except Miles shook his head.“No, I don’t, but I still love it.I want you inside me, want to see and feel you unload in my ass.You know how hard I come afterward.”
