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Part of me had wondered if we’d be tentative, hesitant about whether we actually wanted this, but as soon as my front door clicked shut behind us, Milo grasped the front of my jumper and dragged me into a hungry kiss. I groaned, my arms wrapping around him and grabbing handfuls of his fleece, keeping him close against me.

Our kisses weren’t sweet and delicate, like they had been in Novel Tea. They were eager and deep, desperation crackling through them like lightning bolts across a dark sky.

The intensity of the feelings flooding my body bordered on terrifying, but Milo’s need for me was irresistible and my desires had reached the point where they were overriding the lingering fears permanently residing in my brain.

“Bedroom,” Milo said, barely removing his mouth from mine. “Unless you want me to get on my knees here.”

“That is tempting.”

“Is that a yes, then?”

“No.” I stepped back slightly, putting a couple of inches between us so I could think clearly. “How do you… I mean… what do you want?”

“Honestly? As long as we both come at least once, I don’t mind how it happens. I’m vers, so if you want to fuck then I’m down with whatever you want. Or I can suck you off, jerk you off… the list is endless. Although, maybe nothing too kinky to start with. I mean, whips and chains is all fun and good, but I’d rather avoid pain, if that’s okay? And I can do a bit of degradation, but it kinda fucks with my head so actually, maybe it’s more of a no. I tend to internalise it a bit. I know it’s weird, but what can you do?”

He was smiling, trying to play off his vulnerability with humour, but I saw the flicker of pain behind his eyes and my heart ached for him.

“I get it,” I said softly. “My brain does it too, and then it lingers. I know people don’t mean it when they say things like I’m a useless slut, but it hurts in a way I can’t explain.”

“Yeah, it does.” He moved closer, reducing the gap I’d put between us. “I want you to teach me manners, but… I don’t want negativity. Does that make sense?”

“Yes, completely. I… one time someone told me ‘no’ in bed because I hadn’t repeated something correctly and I burst into tears, so, yes, I understand.” I felt my face heat, knowing embarrassment was darkening my cheeks. Milo was staring, so I quickly added, “It wasn’t his fault, and he felt terrible afterwards. It was probably why we didn’t see each other again.”

Milo shook his head slightly, “Oh, sweetheart. The only time I ever want to see you cry is when you’re overstimulated and wrung out because I’ve made you come so many times we’ve both lost count.”

My cock throbbed, the idea making my stomach twist with desire. “We can do that.”

“Next time,” Milo said. He was so close to me now, and it felt like the situation had flipped from earlier, where he’d been almost begging me to take charge.

“Will you fuck me?” I asked, sliding my hands under his fleece and his T-shirt, seeking out the warmth of his skin. “I want to feel you inside me. I want to ride you, so I can watch your face and see the way you look at me. And I… I want…”

“Yeah? Tell me everything, sweetheart,” he said before kissing me again, the magnetic force between us drawing us back to each other.

“I want you to beg me to come. I want to hear you say please before you fill me up.”

Milo groaned. “Fuck, yes. Want to watch you ride me, know you’ll look so fucking hot in my lap, using my cock to get off and making me beg for you. I promise to be good for you, baby. Want to give you everything you need.”

I kissed him deeply, pushing my tongue into his mouth as he moaned, his hands grasping the front of my jumper. I could feel his cock hardening in the front of his jeans, his erection pressing against mine.

“Fuck me, then,” I said, nipping his lip and delighting at the way he whined.

It annoyed me that we had to stop kissing to move, but if I was going to ride Milo, I wanted to do it on my very comfortable mattress, not the hall carpet. I did not fancy getting friction burns all over my knees.

My room wasn’t far—nothing was in my flat—but suddenly it felt like we were having to run a marathon to reach the door. I kicked it vaguely closed behind us, because I always had to have the bedroom door shut, and dragged Milo towards the bed.

Since we’d discussed Milo coming here today, I’d put fresh sheets on before leaving for work and put the lube and condoms I’d bought on my way home yesterday within easy reach. I hadn’t assumed we’d be having sex—although it had been my hope—but I’d always thought it was best to be prepared.

My fingers pulled at the bottom of Milo’s fleece, trying to tug it upwards as he attempted to do the same with my jumper. “This isn’t working,” I grumbled, frustrated I couldn’t simply snap my fingers and have both of us naked.

“I’ve got you, baby,” Milo said. “Let go of me and we can undress.”

“That sounds too sensible.”

“I do have my moments.”

“I’ll try and remember this one then.”

Milo chuckled as I slowly released him and began to remove my clothes, folding them as neatly as I could without really looking and putting them on the blanket box at the bottom of my bed. I wasn’t a hundred percent sure of where everything had ended up, but I didn’t really care. I was too busy staring at Milo.