Gray:did you not justrespond? works every time.
Miles:…
Miles:Yeah, okay, I’ll give you thatone
Gray:got anything elseyou wanna give me?
Miles:You don’t fuck around,huh?
Gray:I assume we’re both herebecause we *do* fuck around.
I laughed at my own jokeagain, just like I had last time. The first thing I’d noticed about Miles, Iwas embarrassed to admit, were his pretty amber eyes. Then soft pink lips,which was at least the kind of thing I wasmeantto be lookingfor in a quick hookup.
I wished I’d kissed himback then. I’d wanted to, but he’d just dropped to his knees, and I was onlyhuman. Who’d say no to someone like him eager to wrap his lips around theircock?
Definitely not me.Especially since it’d been a while. No one had caught my interest in months beforeMiles, though obviously, I hadn’t wanted him to know that.
He’d said it’d been six monthsfor him.
So really,neitherofus fucked around as much as we’d wanted each other to believe.
When he actually kissed melast week, I could have more or less exploded with joy. He tasted so good,honey-sweet and with just the faintest trace of crisp champagne on his tongue.I could have kissed him for hours—just kissed, if I’d thought that was what hewanted.
The thought of him squirmingin my lap, getting off on my touch had been stuck in my head ever since.Focusing on anything else was a real effort.
There was justsomethingabout Miles. Something I was having a hard time resisting, that I wanted moreof.
I scrolled through the restof the conversation, which hadn’t exactly been long. I’d sent him a picture of mewith my t-shirt lifted up and askedwant this?
He’d sent back the address ofhis hotel room and told me to shower first.
And itshouldhavefelt impersonal and anonymous and not at all intimate, but for whatever reason… it hadn’t. Ifelt like I’d seen a glimpse of the real Miles, even from the first moment. Hehadn’t been impressed with me, I realized. He thought I was a dork.
A hot dork, maybe, but I wasstarting to get the impression that he cared more about thedorkpart. I’d beenapproachable and a little dumb about things and he’d rewarded me by sucking mycock like he was trying to win a competition.
Just thinking about it hadme trailing my fingers down my stomach, toying with the waistband of thesweatpants I’dchanged into when I got home. I’d imagined hitting the gym tonight, but then I’ddecided there were other ways to work off a little tension.
And now I was talking myselfinto jerking off on the couch, which was at least familiar territory if not myclassiest or most elegant moment.
My brain took thatopportunity to remind me how Miles had looked with a little pastry cream at theedge of his lip.
Which was only a half-stepaway from remembering how hot his mouth was, how good he’d been with histongue, the way the faintest scrape of teeth had left me coming down histhroat.
And then remembering thesoft little purr he’d let out as he licked his lips clean, eyes closed andsatisfaction radiating off him in waves.
And the fact that he’d come fromdoingit, touchinghimself while he was busy deepthroating me.
Clearly not done torturingme, my brain wandered its way over to the memory of Miles perched in my lap,panting and gasping, the weight of his cock against my palm, so eager for methat it’donly taken a couple of minutes to get him to come in his underwear.
Damnthat was hot. I’d come home andjerked off in the shower over it, and then again in the morning, and Istillcouldn’t stop thinkingabout the look on his face when he came. Or what might have happened if his dadhadn’t interrupted us.
If I ever got the chance todrag Miles to a real bed and have my way with him slowly and carefully and withall the thoroughness he deserved, I wasn’t planning on passing itup. I’d take anything he’d give me.
Dumb as it was to sleep witha client, Miles was an exception. It wasn’teveryday I metsomeone who made me feel like this, and I knew enough about regret that Iwanted to enjoy it as much as I could while it lasted.
I leaned back, letting myeyes fall closed as I stroked myself through my underwear, my body already twosteps ahead of me.
I wanted Miles sitting in mylap again, smiling that wicked smile of his down at me. I wanted my hands onhis ass, pulling him closer, his hard cock rubbing against mine, hot and full,as eager for me as I was for him.
