I wanted to taste him, lickmy way into his mouth, grip him tight and make him moan and leak and come. Toswallow the sound of it down so I could keep it for myself.
A breath hissed through myteeth as I shoved my hand into my underwear, curling my fingers around theshaft of my cock. I thumbed precome away from the already leaking head, morethan enough to slick the way with.
Settling deep into thesagging cushions of my couch, I let myself sink into the fantasy, too. In myown head, I could practically feel the weight of Miles’ body on top of me, the heatof him soaking into my skin.
He’d laugh, I thought. Soft,bright laughter, as excited as I was that we were finally doing this. His hardcock pressing into my stomach, needy and demanding.
I wanted to touch him again,wrap my hands around his bare cock and stroke him sweet and slow. Hot as it wasthat he’dcome his brains out just from sucking my cock, and then just from the palm ofmy hand, I wantedmore.
Hookups were one thing, butI hadn’thad the chance to hold someone in a long time. With Miles, I wanted to splay myhands over his back, push them up under his shirt, kiss him until we were bothbreathless and desperate, cocks rubbing together. I’d wrap my hand around bothof us, bite down on that soft lower lip of his as he rocked against me, my freehand gripping his tight little ass to hold him closer.
In my mind, I picked him upand took him to bed, stripping him off as though we had all the time in theworld. As though I couldkeephim.
And then there was the slow,warm slide into his body, teasing with fingers at first, making him arch andbeg and squirm for me, his cock straining up against his belly, leaking precomelike a busted tap, thighs tense as I worked on getting him nice and relaxed,ready and eager for more.
Imagining those thighs aroundmy waist was enough to make my hips jerk into my hand, the thought of how hotand tight he’dbe making my balls pull up. I gripped the edge of the couch, toes curlingagainst the floorboards, gut clenching.
Just a little more. I was soclose, all I needed was one last push.
Back in my head, I letmyself imagine sinking into his heat, slow and gentle, rubbing circles on histhigh to soothe his nervousness, watching his face change from that firstmoment of anxiety to sheer, open bliss once I was all the way in.
My orgasm hit before I couldthink of anything else, the image of Miles gasping with pleasure over my cockbeing inside him tipping me right off the cliff edge to crash into bliss. Igroaned from the pit of my stomach, embarrassingly loud if there’d been anyone tohear it, as I started coming all over my own hand and belly, hips jerking upinto the air as though Miles really was sitting in my lap all over again,watching me get off with those sleepy, sated eyes of his.
I whimpered my way throughthe aftershocks, still stroking until I was completely spent, until it borderedon painful to touch my oversensitive cock anymore.
With another groan ofeffort, I threw my legs up on the couch to lie back and bask in howgoodthat’dbeen. One of half a dozen great orgasms I’d had thanks to Miles, even though he’donly been present for the first.
Like I said, there wassomething about him. And it wasn’t just lust, either.
I knew, because my dumbidiot brain immediately imagined Miles lying on top of me after, his weightcomfortably grounding, head resting against my chest.
And it wasnice. Iwanted sex and I couldn’t pretend otherwise, but I wanted to cuddle, too.When it came to Miles, I was never going to beentirelysatisfied with aquick fuck.
I closed my eyes, letting mymind wander as I convinced myself that a short nap on the couch would be fine,that I wouldn’tend up cursing my own name over it in the morning as long as I eventually madeit to bed.
My phone buzzing was theonly thing that could have convinced me to move at that moment.
Miles Emerson:Maybe it’s nothing but Ithink someone’s knocked on my door three times in the last fifteen minutes.Every time I go to look through the peephole, there’s no one there, but it’skind of freaking me out. I don’t even know what you could do about it, butcould you maybe come over and check if I’m going nuts or something’s goingon?
Shit. Miles sounded upset,and here I was sprawled out on my couch, still recovering from fantasizingabout having sex with him again.
I texted back to say I’d be there assoon as I could, wondering the whole time if I should call and check in or justsave the time and get cleaned up and dressed as quickly as possible.
Ultimately, I decidedgetting there to see him was a better option than wasting time calling. IfMiles had wanted to talk to me over the phone,hecould have called.
I was supposed to be hisbodyguard, not his concerned boyfriend. I’d do what he asked me to doinstead of what my stupid, idiot heart wanted to.
The sooner I got to him, thesooner I’dknow he was okay.
SEVENTEEN
MILES
THE MOMENT I texted Gray about the strange sounds I’d heard, I felt ridiculous.
It had to be in my head. Noone was knocking on the door, right?
But he’d already agreedto come and check on me, so it was too late now. I’d just have to live with himthinking I was a coward.
