“Maybe.”
“Well, trust me,” Milo said. “Iwantto. Half the time I jerk off with a couple of fingers in my mouth.”
Half the time I jerk off thinking about you, I didn’t say. Not least of all because it was a lie—I thought about him way more than half the time.
I’d tell him later.
“Hot,” I said instead.
Milo smiled another shy smile at me, and then bent down again to suck an open-mouthed kiss onto my collarbone, setting his teeth against it but not biting down.
Part of me wanted him to leave a mark, but I wasn’t sure I should say so. Whatever he wanted to give me was enough. This was so much better than I’d expected that I couldn’t imagine asking for more.
I realized pretty quickly that he wasn’t kidding about the oral fixation thing, and belatedly that Dante had more or less said so. I’d thought he was justsayingit, for the sake of it, not that he’d actually figured something out about Milo that I hadn’t.
Either way, all I could do while Milo licked and sucked and nipped his way down was focus on breathing and try not to pull his hair. The least I could do was be considerate.
A whimper escaped me as he rubbed his cheek against my cock, still trapped in my underwear. He glanced up at me, and I almost choked as I watched him lave the spreading wet spot with the flat of his tongue like it was the best thing he’d tasted all night.
By the time he was inching my underwear down, I was on the verge of blacking out.
“Might take me a minute to remember how to do this on a real live person,” Milo said, hovering so close to me that I could feel his breath brushing my cock. He looked so good like this, eyes dark and cheeks flushed, lips already shiny and red, that I probably could’ve come if he just kept talking a little longer.
I didn’t get the chance to find out if that was true before he licked me from root to tip like a popsicle.
I might have screamed. The way Milo was looking at me definitely hinted at it.
“Are you okay?” he asked, looking up at me with both hands splayed over my hips, panting for breath already.
I swallowed, and nodded. “Brady didn’t really like… y’know, doing that, so I don’t have a lot of experience and it’s just. A lot,” I said, the tips of my ears burning as I admitted it.
Someone else might’ve gotten awkward or made fun of me, but Milo’s eyes gleamed.
“I really like it,” he said. “We’ll just have to catch you up.”
I wanted to say something—maybehell yes, maybewe’re doing this again?—but then the heat of Milo’s mouth surrounded my cock and I forgot how to make just about every sound except a choked moan I’d never heard myself make before.
I was too busy trying not to pass out or come instantly to look, but I thought I could feel him smirking.
My fingers tightened in his hair, and I didn’t mean it, but I felt him hum around me like he was into it. If there was something else I should have been doing, I didn’t know what it was. All I could think about was how good Milo’s mouth felt, how incredible it was that he was here, doing this, for me.
It wasn’t as if I was ever going to last long like this, but as I felt familiar tension building in my thighs, the base of my spine, the pit of my stomach, I wished it wasn’t about to be over. Now that I could bring myself to watch Milo, it was obvious he was getting off on this, needy little sounds vibrating around my cock as one of the hands on my hips slid down my thigh and then disappeared.
I wasn’t a genius, but it didn’t take one to figure out where it’d gone.
“Close,” I choked out, but Milo must’ve known, he must’ve been able to feel it. He glanced up at me, the pretty lavender-grey of his eyes swallowed up by black, but he didn’t pull away.
Brady always pulled back right about now. All five times he’d done this for me.
Milo, different in absolutely every way, bumped his nose against me as he swallowed me down as far as he could go.
I was pretty sure I did black out then, a sharp surge of pleasure ripping through me as I came down his throat and he didn’t so much as flinch. It was too much, toogood, and for a second all I could see were dancing lights in front of my eyes, all I could hear was ringing in my ears.
For a handful of blissful heartbeats I floated on a cloud of pleasure, nothing in my mind but how good I felt, my body miles away in the real world while I basked in the all-consuming warmth of Milo’s mouth and how unbelievably good it felt.
The real world came back into focus just in time for me to watch Milo wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, then licking the back of his hand clean.
If I hadn’t just come, I might’ve come again.
