“Oops.” Milo bit his lip and blushed.
“Where was it?” I sat Milo on the bed and picked up the silicone butt plug from the floor.
“In my pocket.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Do you want me to use it on you?”
“I’ve been stretching in the shower, remembering what we did during lunch break.” He wiggled his bum. “Then I thought it would be fun to keep it in until I get here.”
“You rode a bike with this thing?” Oh the imagery!
He grinned. “Only halfway. I had to take it out in an alley so I wouldn’t come.”
“You’re nuts. I love it. Bring any toys you want to play with next time.”
He beamed. “I will.”
If we had an ounce of shame between us, it was gone now. Both of us embraced the situation for what it was and rolled with it.
Milo splayed a hand on my chest, raking it through the hair there and pressed. I let him guide me to sit on the edge of the bed. I’d allow him to do much more to me than gentle guidance.
He straddled my lap and traced his hands from my triceps along my shoulders to my face. The air became thick with our breathing and heavy with an undeniable pull.
Milo parted his lips as if to say something. But no words came.
Instead, he kissed me with a delicate reverence, as if testing the waters to learn what worked best for both of us. Then he dove deeper, melting into me, gripping my hair, grinding his hips on my dick while his was making an impression on my abdomen.
I sent my hands up his thighs and under his sexy shorts, squeezing his butt. He wasn’t wearing anything else underneath. Fuck. He was out to kill me. I grazed his hole with my finger, finding it slicked with lube.
If I were having a wet dream, may I not wake up until we’d both be smeared in each other’s cum.
“Is this okay?”
Milo nodded against my shoulder. “Yes.”
I pressed in and buried two fingers in him. Dear Gods of slutty little holes, he was so ready.
He pushed back, fucking himself on my fingers, digging his short nails into my shoulders. On a whimper, he sucked on my nipple, then closed his teeth over it.
I let out a low growl as an onslaught of pain and pleasure hit me.
“Can you come like that?”
“No.” He gasped, rocking back and forth. “I want to see you come when I’m not mind-fucked by your mouth and fingers.”
I chuckled, wiggled my fingers inside him, and pulled out.
In a swift move, I turned us over and slid his shorts down his legs. The fabric landed on a night lamp, improving the decor immensely.
Milo caught me by the forearm. “My ass can’t take your cock, I’m sorry.” His gaze was not full of fear but of regret.
“Don’t be. That happens to me a lot. But I know you ride a bike every day.”
“I do…” Milo frowned, then chewed on his bottom lip, but followed my lead as I laid him on his back and lifted his legs up.
Would he think it weird if I sucked his toes? Not now.
“Can I fuck your thighs?” I asked.
