My cock twitches at the way he’s taking his pleasure into his own hands. Milo has never been one to hold himself back, that’s for sure, and it’s one of the things I love about—
Hold the horses.
Love?
Where the hell did that thought come from? Love is not part of the equation here.
The attraction between Milo and me is purely physical. It’s just tension that’s built up between us, and all we’re doing here is releasing it.
Love doesn’t existanywherebetween us.
It definitely can’t!
I’m fully aware that I’m in denial of the truth. Milo is quickly becoming my kryptonite, and instead of retreating into my fortress, I’m running straight toward him.
This realization is anything but fun, so I push the thought to the back of my head and focus on enjoying the man who’s taken over my mind. This might be my only chance with him, so I need to make sure I savor every part of him.
Milo thrusts again and hits the back of my throat. The man is sweet all over, down to his precum, and I can’t get enough.
“Soclose,” he moans and cants his hips up once more. His wet cock is met with air as I quickly pull off him.
“No—”
His protest is cut short and turns into a startled yelp when I flip him onto his stomach. His chest is pressed against the couch. He’s a temptation on his knees with his bare ass in the air like a feast waiting to be devoured. The only negative is that my leather jacket is now covering his upper body.
“What the hell, Rowan?” Milo turns his head over his shoulder to shoot me a glare.
I slide a hand over his ass cheek. I shouldn’t be surprised that it’s as smooth as the rest of him, but I am, and I can’t stop myself from taking a nibble for a taste of him.
“This isn’t exactly what I meant when I imagined you devouring me,” he says teasingly.
I press a kiss to his full ass and look up at him with burning eyes.
Milo’s lids are hooded. He has his head turned as much as he can to watch me and raises his ass higher into the air as if to meet me.
“Everyone knows you need to prep before you can have your meal,” I murmur and slide a hand up his spine. My leather jacket is smooth and warm from him constantly wearing it. Milo arches into my touch like a cat, and his ass arches even more.
“I’ve never had to do that. I prefer to eat straightaway,” Milo mutters.
I smirk but don’t reply. Milo is not chef material, and it’s adorable. Which makes his baking for me even more special.
“I’ll just have to show you how much more enjoyable it is this way,” I tease and spread his ass cheeks to start my prep.
Milo’s words quickly leave him as I get him nice and wet with my tongue. As if to prove he prefers getting straight into the action, his hole yields to my tongue. Even with minimal lubrication, I manage to slip two fingers inside with little resistance.
I thought Milo fucking into my throat was the sexiest thing I’d ever witnessed, but it’s nothing compared to how he spears himself onto my fingers.
He’s going to look fucking magnificent on my cock.
And suddenly, I’m starting to understand Milo’s point, and I can’t wait to get to the main course. There’s just one problem…we have no products.
As if reading my mind, Milo reaches into the crack of the couch and pulls out a bottle of lube and a strip of condoms and tosses them over his shoulder at me.
I quickly catch them and give him awhat-the-fuck?face.
“What? I told you I’ve been imagining you bending me over this couch and fucking me. I had to be prepared,” he says nonchalantly.
“You were that confident it’d happen, huh?”
