The way he looked up at me, wide-eyed and slack-jawed, that was new. It was new, and it wasincredible, and I couldn’t get enough of it.
“Do you have any idea how hot you look like this?” Milo asked.
“Not hot enough,” I said. “If you can still speak in full sentences.”
Milo laughed. “You don’t want me to tell you how hot you are?”
“Well…”
It really wasn’t that I didn’t want to. It was just that no one ever had before. Not in the middle of sex, anyway.
“C’mere.” Milo slid one of the hands on my butt up to the back of my neck. “Been too long since I kissed you.”
Something in my chest clenched as he pulled me into a needy kiss, guiding the pace with his other hand until we fell into rhythm again.
“So hot,” Milo murmured into the quarter-inch of space between us. “You feel just right,” he added. “I love the way your cock feels rubbing against me. I love knowing how turned on you are.”
“So turned on,” I gritted out. Milo chuckled, and stroked his fingers through my hair, and shushed me.
“You don’t have to answer,” he said. “Just want you to know you’re incredible.”
All I could manage in response this time was a whimper, but that obviously didn’t matter to Milo. He kissed me again, and between kisses he told me over and over how good this felt, things he liked about me, and okay, at some point I stopped being able to concentrate on the words because I’d just found the most perfect angle, but I liked the sound of Milo’s voice.
I liked Milo. I liked the reminder, even when I closed my eyes to focus on the feel of his cock inside me, that it was Milo. That right now I had him, all of him, and he was amazing.
So amazing I didn’t even have to reach for my own cock when I needed more friction, a broken groan escaping me as Milo’s fingers curled around it. I really should’ve told him before how hot I thought his hands were, because it turned out they felt unbelievably good wrapped around my cock.
“You’re perfect,” Milo murmured. “Don’t stop. Come for me,” he added. “Wanna hear it. Be loud for me.”
The next thing I knew I was making a sound I’d never heard myself make in my entire life and bouncing on Milo’s cock, thrusting hard into his fist as I came. Blood rushed in my ears and when I screwed my eyes shut fireworks burst behind my eyelids, and I could taste Milo’s skin as I moaned against his neck, curling in on myself as the best orgasm I could remember having washed over me.
If I hadn’t had my ear right next to his mouth, I would have missed the sound Milo made when he came, an almost-silent gasp punctuated by one firm thrust that send another jolt of bright, sparkling pleasure through me, right on the edge of too much.
Laughter welled up in my chest and then got away from me before I could do anything to stop it, shaking my whole body as Milo slipped free.
“Can’t believe you’re laughing at me,” he muttered, but there was laughter in his voice, too, and the hand he splayed over my back to rub soothing circles stopped me from worrying that he was actually mad. “After the orgasm you just had?”
“I love your hands,” I blurted out, the first thought that came back to me now that my tongue was feeling cooperative. Shame my brain wasn’t.
Milo pressed a kiss to my cheek and moved both hands to my back, running them up to my shoulders and down to my butt, pausing for a firm squeeze before sweeping them back up again.
“Every time you post a really good picture of them I pretend not to think about it while I jerk off,” I added, brain still not cooperating.
“You know this means I’ll post more, right?” Milo asked. “And you won’t even have to feel guilty about thinking about them when you jerk off. Full permission to think about any part of me any time you like.”
“Good, because I’ve got a few more favorite parts now.” I smiled against his shoulder. “How do you always smell so good?”
Milo chuckled. “Could ask you the same, but I figure you smell like this because you run a bakery.”
We lay there for another while, catching our breath, Milo still running his hands over me and my head still spinning.Damn.
“I don’t wanna move,” I said. I was definitely crushing Milo, but he was warm, and comfy, and I wasn’t sure Icouldmove, anyway. My legs felt like they’d give out on me if I so much as budged an inch.
“You don’t have to.” Milo kissed my cheek again. “I like having you right here. For as long as you want.”
* * *
In the morningMilo sneaked up on me while I was starting breakfast, shoved his hand down the front of my sweats, and jerked me off while I tried—and failed—to scramble eggs for an omelet. When I gave up, he whirled me around, pushed me up against the fridge, and dropped to his knees to swallow my cock down like he was trying to win a blue ribbon for it. If there was any doubt left in my mind that he really,reallyliked sucking cock, it all melted away as I watched him palm himself through the fabric of his underwear while I recovered from coming down his throat.
