He’s gonna kiss me.
He’s gonna—
But he doesn’t. He exhales a shaky breath and ducks back to my neck, sucking another bruise into my skin. He’s trembling.
“Sorry,” he says, and doesn’t explain what he’s apologizing for. He goes back to my chest, pinching a nipple and diving to suck on it again. “I like them a lot. They’re pretty. You’re—” he stops. “Yeah.”
He stays there for a while, and at this point my brain can’t decide if my nips are aching or just going numb.
“You like it when I play with your nipples?”
I don’t answer, but Miles groans like I said yes anyway, latching onto it again and sucking it deep. Yeah, fuck—aching.
When he finally pulls back, his lips are slick and red. His glasses are fogged beyond saving now, and he shoves them up into his hair with a shaky hand, blinking down at me like he’s trying to memorize the way my chest looks.
“Fuck,” he mutters. “I used to stare at these like a total creep, you know? Even before the whole doll thing.”
His voice is wrecked in a way I’ve never heard before, and my dick twitches against my jeans, really happy that someone is beyond turned-on because of my body.
“I’d tell myself it was just ‘cause you’re so jacked. Like, ‘oh, yeah, big pecs, of course I’m looking—’” He lets out a half-groan as his palms knead my meat, his thumb rubbing lazy circles around the nub. “But nah. Nah, man, I just wanted to bite them. Wanted to see if they’d get even harder if I sucked on them long enough.”
His hips jerk against mine, his cock so hard andso hot. I can feel the wet spot where he’s leaking through his pants.
“You’re so fucking pretty,” he murmurs, like it’s a secret, like he’s not supposed to say it out loud. “I used to imagine how you’d look with my cum all over them. Just fucking glazed, man.”
His admission hangs in the air.
Fine. It’s fine. Honestly, not to sound too narcissistic, but I’m used to being lusted after. And by the way my dick keeps twitching in my jeans, it clearly doesn’t care if the person lusting after me is a guy. Or myfriendat that.Or Miles.
My God,Miles.
“At first I thought it was weird,” he continues, mouthing the words against my skin between wet sucks. “Getting boned over a guy’s tits. But fuck, yours are just—” He nips at the peak, and I almost make a sound. “Perfect. Like they’re fucking made to be played with.”
Miles pinches my right nipple, twisting and pulling like he’s trying to lift my entire body by the skin, and then groans, his free hand palming his dick through his pants.
“I don’t think it’s weird anymore,” he mutters, leaning in to nip at my jaw again. “I wanna bite them. Suck them. Wanna fuck them.” His hips jerk forward, his cock pressing against mine through our clothes, and he exhales shaky and uneven. “Fuck, Kit—you’re fucking wrecking me here.”
Dolls don’t wreck people; dolls get wrecked. That’s universal knowledge. But Miles doesn’t seem to care, too busy mouthing at my neck. His breath comes fast, and when he finally pulls back, it’s like I’m seeing him for the first time.
He’s so horny it completely changes his face, but looking at him now, the truth is he was always this handsome. Strikingly pretty, even. He has these deep brown eyes framed by eyelashes that are long and dark. His nose is straight, drawing the eye down to a porcelain doll mouth that’s honestly too pretty. I always figured it was the half-Chinese thing, the reason he looks like one of those Asian idols. But nah. That’s just him. There is simply no guy out there as pretty as Miles.
“Fuck, you’re so fucking pretty,” he breathes, staring down at me like I’m some kind of miracle. For half a second my chest locks up, because the thought was so loud in my own head, I honestly thought I was the one who had just said it out loud. Then he adds, “I think I’m in real trouble, Kit.”
Suddenly, Miles pushes off my chest and sits back on his heels, still bracketing my hips with his knees. He starts clawing at his belt, his breathing ragged and loud.
“Fuck’s sake... move, you piece of shit,” he says, his shaking fingers struggling with the buckle.
He’s so wired he can barely coordinate the movement, cursing under his breath as he finally rips the leather strap open and yanks his zipper down. His log springs out weeping a heavy bead of pre-cum.
Miles’ cock always looks delicious, all juicy and flushed a pretty shade of red. I wish he would shove it in my mouth, to be honest, but even before he makes a move, I already know what he’s planning.
He crawls up my body, his knees dragging over the mattress until he’s hovering right over my chest. Leaning down, he grips the base of his shaft and drags the swollen cockhead over my raw nips. The friction of his hot, wet skin against my puffy peaks iscrazy.
Insane.
God, it’sgood.
He paints my nipples with his prefuck, circling the buds with the crown of his dick until I’m practically vibrating with the need to break character and moan.
