“You still haven’t answered,” I pointed out as I took another step closer to him.
We were only inches apart at this point. His hand was still wrapped around my wrist, and my thumb was wet from his spit. My cock was half hard from his teasing tongue, and the air was thick with anticipation. I didn’t think I needed his answer to know what was going to happen, but I was both curious and stubborn. I wanted to hear what he’d say, wanted to know what he dreamed about when I was guest starring.
It was the only thing that kept me from closing the distance between us and attacking his lips with mine.
He ran his hands down my torso and rested on my hips. “They usually start with kissing,” he whispered as he leaned in. His lips pressed gently against mine. Our kiss earlier that evening had more heat, but my body reacted more strongly to this one. Butterflies swarmed in my stomach, and a gentle warmth spread outward and down my limbs. “Sometimes we’re in the living room on the couch. Sometimes we’re in the bedroom. A few times,” he cut himself off and gave me another kiss. His tongueslipped past the seam of my lips, teasing me before he pulled away. “A few times, it’s been in the locker room at the stadium.”
My cock throbbed as I recalled my imaginings of him in the shower on his knees, water darkening his pale blond hair and falling down his torso as his lips wrapped around my length. “And what happened after we kissed?” I asked, rolling my hips so he could feel the effect his proximity and words were having on my body.
His fingers dug into my hips as he dragged me closer. I could feel the length of his dick pressed against my thigh. He was just as affected as I was, and we’d barely even touched. I wasn’t sure I’d ever experienced anything like this in my life. I wasn’t sure I’d ever been as attracted to anyone as I was Milo Tobitt.
“Usually, our clothing disappeared. Sometimes, we’d grind against each other like that first night. You’d wrap your hand around us to help. Other nights, I dream about your mouth wrapped around my cock.” A breathy moan escaped his lips as he rolled his hips, grinding himself against me. I bent down to kiss along the column of his neck, nipping little bites into the bare flesh, as he continued telling me about his dreams. “Other nights, I think about what your cock felt like in my mouth. It’s so thick that even in my dreams, I always end up choking on it.”
I moaned against his salty skin as the mental images flooded my head.
“I think about your fingers stretching me open, and then I think about your cock—” He moaned louder as he continued to fuck himself against my leg.
I dragged my lips up to his ear. “You want my cock, Milo?” I whispered before nipping his earlobe.
God, I wanted him to say yes. I’d had my share of dreams about him, and so many of them had featured fucking him into the mattress or having him ride my cock right on the couch. I’d had a few the other way, too. Him fucking me deep, hislong, slender dick hitting spots no one else had even discovered. I wasn’t too picky about how I hooked up with someone, but damn, the idea of fucking him that night was enough to make me want to strip him right there, push him against the wall, and take him apart mere feet from his front door.
Milo took a small step back, putting a few inches of distance between us. He angled his face up to look into my eyes. His bottom lip was shiny, and I wondered if he’d been biting it while I’d teased his neck. The space between us grew hotter with every second that our eyes were locked. Slowly, he nodded. Then, in case I missed the nod, he verbalized his answer: “Yes. I want your cock.”’
Those teasing kisses and touches were no longer enough. I slammed my lips down on his, capturing his mouth and kissing him roughly as I pushed him back against the nearest wall. He grunted at the impact, and his tongue invaded my mouth. His hands bunched in the bottom of my shirt, and he began to tug it up. Our kiss broke just long enough for him to rip the shirt over my head. By the time he dropped it, our mouths were pressed back together, and our tongues were once again doing battle.
His hands wrapped around my body, fingers digging into my ass cheeks through the fabric of my sweats. The way he pulled me in sent delicious friction coursing along my cock and through my entire body. “Fuck,” I moaned against his lips. “Feels so good.”
He pushed me backward and began to steer me through the living room, his lips never leaving mine. We didn’t stop kissing even as we bumped into his wooden coffee table or knocked pictures off his bookshelf. I heard something crash to the ground at one point, but neither of us stopped to look. That was a problem for later. Right now, the only thing in my mind was getting Milo naked and losing myself in his body.
Judging by his lack of reaction to the sounds of his belongings hitting the ground, I’d bet that his thoughts were the same.
My back slammed into something hard.
“Fuck,” he groaned. “Forgot—forgot that was closed.”
It must have been the bedroom door. I laughed at his reaction, but he didn’t let it slow us down. His hand left my body long enough to open the door, and we stumbled through it. He regained control of our movement before we fell, and I was once again surprised by how strong he was. His body was lean, but he was so damn strong from years of football. Strong enough that he could push me around despite me having a good fifty pounds on him.
Of course, I wasn’t putting up any resistance to him guiding me exactly where he wanted me.
The back of my knees hit the mattress, and we collapsed onto it. He landed on top of me, his body crushing mine on impact. I wrapped my arms around him and slid my hands down to his ass. It was firm, and I wanted to feel his warm skin under my palms. I wanted to take my time with him, but the more we kissed, the more impossible it felt.
I needed him.
I pushed down his pants enough to finally touch the bare globes of his ass, and I was pleasantly surprised to find he wasn’t wearing anything under them. I squeezed his cheeks and grinned against his lips. “No underwear?”
“Sleep naked,” he answered, his lips brushing against mine. “Pulled these on whensomeonewoke me up.”
So, he’d been naked in these messed up sheets not too long ago? Well, we needed to return him to that now, didn’t we? As for waking him up, I couldn’t say I was sorry. Not when it had worked out this well.
I pushed his pants down further, and he seemed to get the hint. He rolled off me and began to kick off his pants, leavinghim naked beside me. I took advantage of the moment to strip off my own sweats. His eyes traced down my body. “No underwear?” he teased.
“Nope,” I answered as I rolled onto my side. I dragged my fingers down his bare torso. “Where are the supplies?”
Better to be prepared before we got too deeply involved and couldn’t think straight. My cock was already rock hard, and I could see precum beading at the tip of his, tempting me to take a taste. Yeah, we needed to be prepared before we got too lost in one another.
He reached over to the bedside table nearest the door and pulled out a small bottle of lube and a strip of condoms. He thrust both at me. I ripped one condom from the strip and let the others fall abandoned wherever they lie. “Bedside table,” I instructed. “Don’t want to be looking for them when we need them.”
He didn’t answer, just took the bottle and foil packet back from me and put them where I instructed. As soon as I heard the plastic bottle hit wood, I launched myself at him. His hand slid between our bodies and wrapped around my cock. He gave me a few strokes before pushing me onto my back. I went willingly. If this was his dream, then he could set the pace, the tone, everything. I was happy to be along for the ride.
