“You mean for you.” There was anger there but also a husky, desperate note as Miles breathed hard against my neck, his skilled hand bringing me far closer to climax than I would have thought possible with his father right fucking there.
With a long-suffering sigh, Mr Callahan pushed back his chair with a loud scrape over kitchen tiles. “I don’t know what’s gotten into you, Miles,” he said. “Go cool off, and when I call back, I want to hear ‘yes’ and ‘thank you’ and ‘damn right you had better send my team over’, or there’ll be trouble.”
He ended the call without a goodbye. And as his face finally disappeared, Miles tightened the arm across my chest to keep me from turning.
“What the fuck?” I said, though the words came out half groan. “Were you trying to make me come in front of your dad?”
“No, that would have been a waste,” he laughed, slowing his stroking in a way that only made me more sensitive. “God, you’re hot, Mat.” He nuzzled against the back of my head. “Can I fuck you?”
“Yes!” The word came out so fast that Miles chuckled and my cheeks flared hotter than ever, though it was hard to care with the promise of his cock pressed against my arse.
Removing his hands, Miles pushed me toward his bedroom, and in the dozen steps to his door, we tore off our clothes, laughing and shoving each other as we left a scattered trail in our wake.
Like the rest of his apartment, his bedroom was perfectly tidy,lacking even open suitcases on the floor. Another large vase of flowers sat on the narrow desk, and he’d tied back the curtains and made the bed. Although this didn’t stop him shoving me onto it and crawling atop me naked, his hair falling around his face like a lion’s mane. Hunger glinted in his eyes and his cock hung heavy between his legs, everything about him owning a hint of threat, not merely promise.
I swallowed hard.
“Roll over,” he said.
God, I wanted this, wanted him, but it had been ages since I’d bottomed and never in a million years had I thought it would be Miles of all people who ended that drought.
He tilted his head, regarding me. “What? Are you nervous?”
“No,” I said. “It’s just . . . been a while.”
Miles brushed some of his mane behind one ear, the bright look in his eyes sliding into something wary.
So much for being versatile.He’s going to think that was a lie and maybe it was, because however much I enjoyed it, I had far less practice at this and now I was making things difficult. He’d clearly been after a fun, easy fuck to let off some steam, and didn’t need another of my crises.
Swallowing the urge to apologise, I dug my shoulder into the bed and made to roll, only for him to stop me with a hand on my arm.
“Hey, don’t sweat it,” he said, his gaze softening into amusement.
“I’m not.” I could feel myself reddening. Again. “It’s fine.”
A smile twitched the corner of his lips. “I know, you’re just overthinking yourself out of that free meal.” He rubbed his cock against mine as he spoke, sending a frisson of delight through my skin that temporarily halted even my overthinking. “But don’t, because I’ll make sure it’s good, I promise.”
With that, he sat back to lube himself up; a show he performed while watching me through half-lidded eyes. I took in every stroke of his length and every slippery sound with a breathlessness part nerves, part anticipation – anticipation that became a held breath as he shifted his weight and lifted one of my knees.
“Relax,” he said, sliding slick fingertips down my arse.
I wanted to, but this was Miles Callahan running his thumb around my hole, Miles Callahan pressing against the muscle, Miles fucking Callahan slipping a finger into me. It hadn’t mattered with our positions reversed, because I hadn’t been the one trusting him. Now, I had to swallow the embarrassment of having forced him to take this much care when all he’d wanted was a furious fuck to take out some frustration.
“Are you sure you even like this?” he asked as I tensed around his attempt at a second finger.
“Yes! I told you, it’s just been a while.” I shifted my hands as far down his back as I could reach, pulling him closer. “Just do it, you’re stressing me out!”
He gave a one shouldered shrug, the other too busy holding up his weight. “As long as you’re sure.” Miles slipped his fingers out and flicked hair out of his face with a shake of his head. “Tell me if you need me to stop.”
The head of his cock pushed up against me and I let go a deep breath, wanting this, wanting him, wanting to be what he needed and not fuck this up for either of us.
Holding my gaze like a promise, Miles pressed in slowly, pleasure gathering in a notch between his brows as he went. His evident enjoyment of so simple a thing helped me relax and I groaned softly as he kept going, filling me up like his dick went for days.
“Fuck, you feel good,” he said once he was all in and had started to rock, rubbing against me in a way that made me dig myfingers into his back. “Ah, youdolike this,” he added, the words a purr.
“Told you I was . . . versatile. Oh, fuck yes, right there!” He’d shifted position, tilting to an angle that would soon make me lose my mind once he started thrusting in earnest.
“God, Mat, look at you. Youreallylike this.”
