“I do, to some extent. But some other things will take time.”
I hold his gaze. “I really want to kiss you right now,” I say.
He blushes, biting his bottom lip.
Then the food comes, ruining the moment, which is probably a good thing. It was getting a little too heated in the middle of a diner where families are eating meals. They don’t need to see two guys savagely making out on top of a table.
We eat and he tells me what he’s been up to while I was gone. Noah has asked about me a few times, but has loved going by the firehouse, despite who’s showing him around. Miles tells me more about Sam and Audrey, and how they flirt non-stop, and though he wishes she would date, he thinks she just likes the attention from him since he’s young and hot.
I don’t understand that personally, but if she isn’t feeling good about herself, it makes sense she’d like the attention.
“Oh, and I got a fish,” he says.
“No, you didn’t,” I laugh.
“I did. His name is Sparks, and he’s really cute. Noah loves him.”
“Loves a fish?”
“I know, weird, right? But I swear Sparks knows when Noah is there… though that’s probably because he always feeds him too much.”
When the bill is put down on the table after our plates are cleared, we both reach for it but I win. Miles pouts, but I pay the bill, and we get up to leave.
“Where are you heading?” I ask as I walk him to his car. He turns to face me, leaning against the door. My stomach does a flip as I look down at him, my hand twitching to touch him.
“I was kind of hoping you’d invite me over,” he says shyly, looking up at me from under his lashes.
“Is that so?” I say, leaning closer. My dick thickens in my jeans.
Miles nods, his teeth digging into his bottom lip.
“Okay,” I say. “Let’s go then.”
I pull away, seeing the disappointment on his face. I do want to kiss him, but waiting just a little longer will make it all the better. Besides… he’s really cute when he looks like he’s about to beg me for something.
The second my house door is closed, Miles is on me. He’s grasping at my shirt, kicking his shoes off, and shoving me to the couch. I fall onto it and he climbs on top of me, not wasting a moment.
“I missed you so much,” he says, sliding his arms around my neck and kissing me. “This isn’t a great start to having boundaries, but I can’t help myself.”
“Neither can I,” I say as I lean in to kiss him deeply. I want to show him how badly I’ve missed him, how much I’ve thought of him.
We can’t get each other’s clothes off fast enough, and we somehow manage to keep him on top of me because he won’t budge. He reaches between us, not breaking our kiss, and squeezes our dicks together, stroking them slowly.
I let out a sigh, relieved at his touch.
“Let me ride you,” he says before nipping at my lip.
I gasp, the pinch of pain a surprise, but I don’t hate it.
“We need lube.”
“Where is it?” he asks.
“Bedroom. In the nightstand drawer.”
He presses his lips to mine firmly then gets up and walks to my bedroom. I stare at his ass as he goes, loving the way it jiggles just a little with each step. On his way back, my gaze goes right to his cock—hard and jutting out, begging for attention. He stops in front of me, which puts his cock right in front of my face. I leanin, wanting it in my mouth, but his hand on my shoulder stops me. I look up at him, raising a brow.
“If you do that, I’ll come immediately.”
