“You’re fucking sexy,” I growl in his ear, then drag my hand down his hip. “You know that?”
Milo looks up to me. His lips are raw and puffy, and his jaw hangs slightly slack. “Am I still dreaming?”
A rough laugh escapes from the bottom of my lungs. “I hope not,” I tell him, then place my hand on his warm cheek. The skin is even softer than on his arm, and I drag my thumb across the arch of his cheekbone, torturing myself with how good it feels.
“You want to fool around?” I ask him, done denying this.
Milo nods slowly, then faster. “Yes,” he says, “please.”
“Good,” I grunt. I grab the bottom of his tank, and Milo loosens enough to allow me to pull it off, taking care over his new ink. After I toss the shirt aside, I lay my hands on his hips, then rub him, groping toward his crotch. “I want these clothes off you,” I tell him, desire flaming through me.
Milo holds in a quivering breath, and I realize he’s nervous. I want to grab him and throw him against the wall, but the second I see the hesitation in his eyes, that urge lessens.
He’s not some nameless man I’m meeting in a motel room. He’s someone special, and I should treat him like that.
I keep my palm pressed against his crotch, and his hard cock twitches, but I stop groping him. Instead, I kiss his neck, and then on the other side, and I drag my tongue across his collarbone and enjoy the satisfaction when he quivers.
“Can I undress you?” I finally ask.
Milo nods. His hands are against my chest, right on my heartbeat. “Can I undress you?” he asks back.
I cock up half a smile. “Whatever you want.”
Milo starts first, grabbing the bottom of my sweater, and I lift my arms so he can pull it off. He rubs his hands underneath my T-shirt, and his touch is like a warm kiss. It satisfies something and, at the same time, teases out my desires, making me hungrier for him.
When my T-shirt falls to the ground, I finally let myself pull his jeans open. I shove my hand down and feel his hard cock in his briefs. Milo’s whimper drops into a moan, and he bucks his hips against me, then licks at my neck and kisses me.
His fingers open my jeans, and when I finally get his pants off, I step back. “Gotta see you,” I tell him, one hand on his shoulder.
Milo bites down on his bottom lip and stands there for me. I let my eyes drift down his lean body and land on the soft curve of his ass, full and tempting in his tight black briefs. He’s got a bubble butt, and I fucking love that. Milo rests one hand on the plastic that wraps his tattoo and quivers while I eat him with my eyes.
“Damn, you’re hot,” I growl. “Just look at you.”
His cheeks are pink. “Really?” he asks softly.
My breath catches. He’s talked about people who treated him poorly, his old gym teacher and some of the people he works with at the college. But it kills me, thinking he might not see how attractive all the gentle parts of him are.
Damn it. Where’s that wall I’m trying to build?
“Hell yeah,” I finally answer, holding his eye and make sure he hears me. “I’ve been thinking about fucking you since you first came into the shop.”
As soon as those last words slip out, Milo throws himself against me, and we’re kissing again. We’re both in our underwear, grinding our hard cocks up against each other as he moans and I grunt his name.
His voice is so gentle, but it’s lit up with need. He opens his mouth and presses his lips to my ear, then whispers so quiet, I almost don’t hear him.
“Will you fuck me?”
Any chance to steel myself, to fight off the need awakening in my heart, it evaporates right there. “Yeah, beautiful,” I tell him. “Whatever you want.”
* * *
Milo
I’m on Joey’s bed, lying against the thin flannel sheets while he hovers over me. His broad, powerful body has its own heat and gravity, and I feel like I’m floating up toward his hairy chest and inked skin.
Joey leans back, and his thick cock strains against his abs, his crown swollen and slick. His eyes burn into my skin, and I’m hit one more time with this overpowering mix of emotions. He’s so obviously turned on, it’s like his gaze alone singes me with pleasure, heating my nerves. My insecurity is still there, and I fight the urge to cover myself, but the shock of Joey’s desire is stronger.
I even asked him to fuck me. Who am I right now?
