I finally stopped holding back and decided to surrender to the moment we were sharing, to cast aside whatever reservations had remained within me. “Both. I love how sexy you are when you’re playing the drums, shirtless and sweaty.”
“You’re even sexier like this,” he said, and I felt a flush of warmth spread across my cheeks. “I could play with you all night. Bring you to the brink, take it back, lead you there again.”
His words were like a drug, and I found myself leaning into his touch, wanting more. Milo, with a confident smile, trailed the vibrator all the way down, over the sensitive skin of my stomach until it reached the meeting of my thighs. Resuming what had been interrupted.
His touch was light at first, a gentle caress that danced along my skin, but soon he found that sweet spot, and he dragged it against my clit in slow, deliberate circles. The sensation was electric. I could feel a raw, intense need building within me. I moaned softly, my eyes fluttering shut. Each stroke brought me closer to the edge.
“Tell me if it’s too much,” his voice rumbled straight into my core. “Or if it’s not enough.”
I responded with a moan and reached down, my hand finding his cock through the denim of his jeans. He was hard and ready, and I could feel the heat and thickness of it through the fabric. I squeezed gently, and he let out a low moan. I unzipped his jeans, freeing his hard-on and wrapping my hand around his shaft. My grip was firm, but I made sure to match his steady, deliberate rhythm. A duet of pleasure pinging between us like we’d done this a thousand times before.
Milo’s eyes held a mix of pleasure and surprise, and he leaned back, giving me better access to him. I took my time, the way he did. I savored the feel of his cock in my hand, the smooth skin and the subtle pulse beneath my fingers. He watched me, his hips pushing forward with subconscious need. His breath came in shallow gasps and the unbridled desire burning in his eyes caught me off guard.
I could feel the heat building within me, a fiery core that threatened to expand until it consumed me. But I held back. I wanted to prolong the exquisite torture, to build it into something more powerful than the two solo orgasms I’d already savored. Milo sensed my restraint and adjusted his touch, teasing me with an even slower, more deliberate rhythm.
“This is officially my favorite view on this entire bus,” he breathed.
I smiled and tilted my head up, our lips brushing softly. The taste of him, the feel of his tongue against mine, was a heady mix. I pulled him closer, our bodies pressing together in a slow, silent dance.
The tension built gradually, like we had all the time in the world. It was a taut wire ready to snap. But we held it there, enjoying every second. The anticipation and the raw, unfiltered pull that bound us together.
“I have a very bad idea that I think you’re going to like,” he said, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “If you want to indulge my appetite for bad ideas.”
“Oh, yeah?”
“These bunks were practically designed for sixty-nining.”
Milo’s suggestion took me by surprise, and I couldn’t help but feel a rush of excitement. I slid down the bunk, my knees framing his eager face, and our eyes met for a moment, a silent understanding passing between us.
I shifted, finding my balance above him as the bunk creaked under the change. His hands came to my hips automatically, supporting but also guiding my pussy right where it needed to be.
As I lowered my mouth to his cock, I felt a shiver of anticipation with his hot breath playing over my clit. Hiserection was hard and ready. I took my time, licking slowly, exploring every inch of him with my tongue. I relished in the salty sweetness of his skin, and the way he groaned encouraged me to continue. My mouth moved with a deliberate rhythm, taking him deeper. I could feel his hands on my hips, guiding me, urging me on.
Milo, ever the master of teasing, didn’t let me have all the fun. He lowered me onto his face and his tongue found my clit, and he began to lick it gently, matching the pace of my mouth on his cock. The dual sensation was overwhelming. I moaned loudly, my body arching as pleasure coursed through me. His touch was perfect and he knew just how to drive me wild.
I sucked him harder. I took him deeper. His tongue increased its pace, teasing and taunting my sensitive bundle of nerves. The heat built rapidly, and I could feel another climax growing closer. My pussy was drenched, and I could feel myself beginning to lose control.”
“Yes,” Milo purred into my lower lips. “Come on my face, Roxie.”
Just as I was about to peak, his tongue, warm and wet, found my clit, and he licked and sucked with a skill that left me breathless. The combination of his mouth on my pussy and my mouth on his cock was too much, and I came hard, my body shaking as I drove my hips down, grinding against his face like he was my own personal vibrator.
My cries echoed throughout the tour bus, and although I couldn’t hear his own pleasure, I could feel Milo moaning into me as he savored my bliss.
He didn’t miss a beat, his tongue continuing its sacred work, keeping me on the edge. I rode out my orgasm, my bodyquivering, and he held me there until it eventually ebbed and my legs turned to rubber.
Milo was ready; he spun me around with surprising strength and flopped me down next to him.
As I recovered, I felt his cock, still hard and ready, pressing against my thigh. I could sense his need, his desire to take me further. I leaned up, our lips meeting in a passionate kiss, and I tasted myself on his mouth and tongue.
“I’m not done with you,” he whispered. “Not even close.”
He positioned himself on top of me and drove forward, his cock filling me with a satisfying stretch. The sensation was intense and I couldn’t help but moan softly with every thrust. His gaze remained locked on mine as I wrapped my legs around him. I pulled him closer, our bodies aligned like they’d always known where to meet.
“Fuuuuuuck,” he exhaled.
“I was thinking the same thing,” I purred back at him.
His hand gripped my thigh and I felt the strength in his arms as he pulled me closer, driving himself deep inside of me. Each thrust was deliberate, powerful, and full of unrestrainedneed. Our breath mingled in the tight space and mixed with the scent of arousal overtaking us both.
