“Hi.” He grinned, following my gaze. “It’s toy chest deep-cleaning day.”
“I can see that. Is this new?” I picked up the pump handle and gave it a squeeze. It inflated the plug and held the air.
“I got it before the wedding, actually, along with Roro, but I want you to use it on me. Playing by myself is not as much fun.”
The need to sit was not because all my blood drained from my brain to my dick. Not at all. Either way, I plopped onto the closed toilet and leaned forward, bracing my elbows on my thighs. “Oh, it’s not?”
“Nope.”
“Is that how you want me to get my new favorite coffee ingredient out of you tonight?”
“Yup.” He wiggled his toes sticking above the bubbles. The little menace knew what he was doing to me.
I dropped to my knees and took his big toe into my mouth, then licked all the others slowly. They were so tiny and so shapely and so fucking sexy.
“I still couldn’t believe he named a fat orange dildo after me.” I nuzzled the sole of his foot.
“He looks like your cock and keeps me entertained.” His look was so smug, I wanted to tease him so much it would melt into an O face.
But I was a sweaty mess after all day at work and walking here in the summer heat, and Milo deserved better. “Can I use your shower?”
“Of course. Hurry up.”
And sure as fuck I did.
I showered with the speed of light and with the thoroughness of a man ready to be inspected before a wedding night. I didn’t bother with clothes. When I returned to the bathroom, Milo was draining the water and rocking on all fours.
“Finally. Take this out, will you?” He looked over his shoulder, and I followed his gaze to the lavender-colored base of a plug sticking out of his ass.
Thank fuck I had no heart issues in my bloodline or I’d be suffering an attack way too often in Milo’s presence.
I ran my hands down his back to his round bum and squeezed it. “Push it out for me.” I gripped the base and pulled gently until it plopped out, leaving Milo’s hole gaping. “Fuck.” I tossed the toy into the tub and leaned over, diving my face between Milo’s ass cheeks.
Milo whimpered. “Rowan, oh gods, yes.”
I traced my tongue over his rim then sucked on the supple skin, moaning, digging my fingers into the muscles of Milo’s thighs. Lapping, indulging the sound of Milo’s breath hitching, I tasted water and the edible vanilla-flavored lube he’d used.
But he’d promised me his cum.
I moved away and smacked Milo’s cheek. “Up.”
He sprang to his feet and slipped, but I caught him and pulled him to my chest.
He was so beautiful with his flushed face and cheeky grin, I wanted to kiss him all over. And I was about to.
I climbed onto the bed with him, dripping water be damned, and began by nuzzling his ankle, then up his calf, thigh, and to his dick. It was already hard. I licked the underside and wrapped my lips around the head, sucking gently.
“I don’t wanna come so fast. Ah, Rowan.” Milo gripped my hair but didn’t pull until I bobbed on his cock several times. Then I kissed up his chest to his luscious mouth.
“What do you want, baby?”
Milo searched my face and swallowed. “Get the inflatable pump.”
I bumped my nose to his. “On it.” I jumped off the bed like my ass was on fire and got the pump from the bathroom along with lube and towels.
Milo was on all fours, waiting for me.
I took him into my arms and we kissed slowly at first, then with growing desperation until we parted on a gasp when Milo wrapped his slender fingers around my dick.
