I watched him pant for breath, hair mussed, eyes still dark and glazed, lips shiny and swollen, tongue swiping over them lazily. He was still dressed, except that now his pants were hanging open and I could just see the glistening tip of his cock peeking out of the waistband of his bunched-up, sensible, black underwear.
All my focus fell on his hand as he eased the fabric down the rest of the way, fingers curling around the shaft. I could still hear him panting, and I wanted to see his face, sort of, except that I couldn’t look away from his hand. Couldn’t tear my attention from the slick sheen of precome he was spreading down his cock, or the way his fingers flexed on the downstroke, or the way he caught the head with his thumb.
How was hethissexy by accident?
The thick, caught-in-his-throat grunt he made as he came was going to stay with me for as long as I lived. Specifically, it was going to come back to me every single time I jerked off for the rest of my life. I knew it.
I reached out as he raised his hand to his mouth, catching it halfway there and tugging it down so I could lick him clean myself, sucking his fingers into my mouth and blushing at the way he looked at me. LikeIwas the sexiest personhe’dever met.
When I was done cleaning I grinned up at him. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d felt this good about anything.
Before I could figure out how to say so, how to tell Milo that I didn’t regret this at all, that he’d made me feel so good I didn’t even know enough words to express it, he surged forward and kissed me and plunged his tongue into my mouth and that wassomuch better than trying to come up with a coherent thought.
We both laughed when we broke for air, and I knew he didn’t regret this, either.
“You okay?” Milo asked, nudging my nose with his own, lashes lowered shyly again.
“Are you trying to ask if that was good for me?”
Milo bit his lip.
“Milo,” I said, searching for his hand a second before I found it and curled my fingers around it. “That was life-changing.”
“Yeah?” he asked.
Under other circumstances I might’ve laughed, but Milo wasn’t just fishing for compliments.
“Yeah,” I said, squeezing his hand and catching his lips again. “Yeah, I—”
The alarm on my phone went off again, interrupting me.
“Hold that thought,” I said, kissing him one more time. “And maybe take off some of those clothes.”
18
MILO
“She likes you,”Xander said, hovering in the doorway of the bedroom. I got the feeling he’d been there a while, waiting for me to notice him.
I’d been too busy playing with Luna.
“Feeling’s mutual,” I said, walking my hand across the blankets so Luna could pounce on it again. “Is she allowed on the bed?”
Xander snorted. “She’s a cat. There’s no stopping her.”
“She’s a good cat,” I said, glancing up at him. He’d pulled clean underwear on before he went to feed Orion and check on him, and that was still all he was wearing.
He had the most incredible body I’d ever seen, and he was just standing there, living in it.
“She is,” Xander agreed, padding across the room. The mattress bounced as he flopped onto it, stretching out beside me. He reached out to pet Luna’s head at the same time I did, and our fingers brushed.
We laughed, but I thought maybe he’d felt the same jolt as I did.
Luna meowed, jumped a foot in the air, and then ran off.
“Was it something I said?” I asked, looking down at Xander beside me.
He chuckled. “You’ve never had a cat, huh?”
