He chuckles. “Next time.”
“Are you going to kiss me or what?”
“I don’t know. Maybe.”
“Maybe?” Realization hits me. “You motherfucker. You’re not going to do it now because you know I want it.”
“We’ll see. I haven’t decided if I’m going to give you what you want yet.”
I growl, but my traitor dick flexes, and though I didn’t think it was possible, the damn things hardens more.
Once we’re all clean, Miles hands me a towel before taking one for himself, the two of us drying off.
“Get on the bed,” he orders.
“Um. Yes, please.” I jog away, more excited than I should be, Miles making me laugh by swatting my ass as I go. God, he’s so fucking fun. Who would have thought?
I lie on my back, hand stroking my shaft, as he slowly walks over as if we have all day.
“I told you I’d make sure you’re all full of cum before the auction, and I meant it. I want you to smell like me all day.” He grabs the lube from the drawer and sets it on the mattress beside me. “When you’re on that stage, when people are bidding on you, I want us both to remember who your ass belongs to.”
He climbs on the bed, straddling me. I’m practically trembling with desire for him, my whole body sensitive and eager. “It’s yours.”
“Damn right it is.” He leans over, face so fucking close to mine that I think he’ll kiss me, but he doesn’t. Miles rests his forehead against mine, rubs his nose against mine, and then we’re cheek to cheek. “You really want to kiss me, don’t you?”
“You know I do.” I’m more breathless than I should be.
“I think maybe we’ll save that until after the auction. It’ll give you something to look forward to.”
“Please,” I whisper as he ghosts his lips so close to my own, I feel his breath, can practically taste him.
“Please what?”
“Please kiss me.”
“Be a good boy and be patient. Can you do that for me?” He licks a path down my neck, nibbles my collarbone, making my body bow upward. “I think you can.”
“Yes…” I manage to get out. “Yes, I can be a good boy.”
“I know you can.”
Miles licks his way down my torso, not kissing me the way I want, but letting his mouth torture me in other ways. When he gets to my cock, I expect him to torture me some more, but he doesn’t, sucking me clear to the back of his throat.
“Fuck, Miles. So good.” My hand fists in his hair, not holding back as I pull.
“I’ve got a great mouth, don’t I? Too bad I can’t kiss you. Maybe this will be good enough.”
He sucks me again, bobbing on my dick like the expert he is. My hand is still in his hair, mouth open, hungry sounds spilling out as I writhe and come undone beneath him. Miles is so fucking good at sex, the best I’ve ever had, his mouth driving me just as wild as I know his cock will when he fucks me. He nuzzles my balls, sucks them, then goes back to my dick again. My heels dig into the mattress. I already want to come, but I know that’s not what Miles will want, and I so, so very much want to be a good boy for him.
He pulls off my dick, and I cry out, begging for it back. “Suck me.”
“No. I’m filling your ass with my load, remember? And you’re not allowed to come until I’m deep in that pretty ass of yours. Turn over.”
It takes me about a tenth of a second to get ass up for him. Okay, maybe I’m exaggerating, but I’m quick, needing Miles to fill me the way he promised.
“This will be fast and hard.”
I’m on my hands and knees, him behind me. Miles licks down my spine.
