One of the things that gets me off the most is pleasing whoever I’m with. When it comes to sex, I can take any role and love every second of it. More dominant or submissive? I got you covered. Top or bottom? I’m an expert at both. Sucking dick, jerking off, threesomes, moresomes, whatever it is, nothing makes me bust my nut like making someone else feel good, being whatever they need, and with Miles, I can tell he likes being in control. I can give him that.
“Like this?” I ask, rolling my hips and wiggling my ass against his groin.
“Yes,” he answers, slightly breathless, and I can’t help but smile, knowing I’m affecting him this much. “Bend over some more,” he says, and I do. “You’re real good at listening.”
I smirk. “I can be naughty if you’d rather.”
“I have no doubt you can.”
I keep moving against him. Miles slips his thigh between my legs, and I ride him, watching all the people below as I do. Unlike Colin and Ash, being watched isn’t something I seek out, but it’s not something I dislike either.
His fingers tease the edge of my skirt. “I’ve been wondering all night what you’re wearing under here.”
“I know.” I grin. “You think I haven’t felt your eyes on me? I know how much you want me. I think you’ve wanted me all along.”
“Such a tease.” He bites at my ear again.
I lift one arm behind me, wrapping my hand around his neck. “Are you going to look? Or should I tease you some more?” I haven’t stopped moving this whole time, continuing to dance on him, savoring the feel of his dick sliding up and down my crease.
Miles curses, then lowers a hand, pushing the fabric up, not stopping until he gets to the jock I’m wearing beneath my skirt.
“Fuck.” He leans back, and I know he’s looking at my left cheek, the one he’s got uncovered. Miles gives it a swat, the sting racing straight to my dick and making me grow harder. He pulls me away from the window, his pupils blown wide, this almost frenzied look of desire on his face.
“Want me all to yourself? I gotchu.” I grin.
Miles tugs me closer to the bed, sits down on it, then turns me around. “Hold it up,” he says, and I do, pulling my skirt over my ass so he can see it. He growls, smacks my other ass cheek, then bites me. The pain is sharp, but oh so fucking good.
“Fuck, you’re killing me,” I tell him, surprised at how frantically I want him, at the way he’s already got me ramped up on high when we’ve only just begun.
After he delivers another smack to my ass, I can’t help but rub my dick through the jock pouch, palming it, squeezing it, craving the friction.
“I didn’t say you could touch that.”
“Then you do it for me.” I turn around and straddle him. His strong hands move to my ass, kneading and squeezing my cheeks. I grab his right wrist, pulling until he’s palming my dick. Miles leans up and tries to kiss me, but I pull back. “I want you to touch my dick first.”
“But you were doing so good at listening.”
“I’ll still listen.” I smile. “Please touch it.” I hope I’m reading this right, hope he’s getting as much out of this as me.
“Ask me again,” he orders.
“Please touch my cock.”
The hungry way he’s looking at me tells me he can’t deny me, deny himself. Miles pulls the band on my jock away from my skin, my dick free and pointing up now that it has more space to do so. He spits on it, which is one of my favorite things, then wraps his hand around my shaft and strokes.
“Fuck…yes. Like that.”
This time when he leans forward, I let him take my mouth. Miles pushes his tongue inside, like he’s trying to claim me, like I’m his possession and he’s trying to prove it to me. I rut against him, let him kiss the hell out of me while he strokes my pulsing cock.
I love that he’s not trying to get me to run anymore, that he’s not telling me to stay away. I want to chase this feeling, the pure pleasure I get from this man that I don’t understand but want to figure out.
I push him onto his back. Miles doesn’t let me get the upper hand, though, jerking me down with him, fingers threaded through the hair at the back of my head and taking my mouth again. I thrust against him, fuck myself into his hand, my precum slicking the way. Every time I’m about to come, he pulls off, slows his strokes or releases my cock, making me moan a complaint into his mouth. He doesn’t listen, and the truth is, I don’t want him to. The way he’s edging me is making me lose my mind with pleasure.
“You’re not allowed to come until I’m inside you.” He smiles wickedly, and again, I’m glad to be the one to make him do that.
“Then get that thick cock inside me.”
“You want me up in that ass?” he asks, smacking it again.
