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His skin was sun-kissed, his arms stronger and more muscular than I remembered, and his thighs thick and toned, dusted with golden-brown hair. There was hair across his chest too, an enticing trail running down to the waistband of the tight, teal trunks he was wearing, the fabric straining over his erection.

I slowly palmed my cock, precum dripping from the slit, as I drank in every detail. “Fuck, you’re hot,” I said, the words tumbling off my tongue before I could stop them.

Milo smirked. “Thanks,” he said, his tone suggesting he already knew how sexy he was. “So are you.”

I shook my head. I knew I wasn’t anything special to look at once I was undressed. “You don’t have to⁠—”

“You. Are. Hot,” he said insistently, putting one hand on my waist and placing the other on top of my hand, making me stroke my cock. “Say it for me, sweetheart. Please. Tell me how sexy you are.”

“I’m sexy,” I said, moaning as Milo made me tighten the grip on my cock, swiping his thumb across the silken head as my foreskin rolled back.

“Tell me again.”

“I’m sexy. I’m really fucking sexy.”

Milo’s smirk widened, making my stomach flip and more precum spurt from my dick. He kissed me again as my head spun, my legs trembling like I was already overwhelmed. Fuck, how had he taken me apart so quickly?

“Yeah, you are,” Milo murmured. “And you’re going to look even fucking sexier bouncing on my dick.”

Chapter Eleven

Milo

Fuck me sideways, Rupert was the most gorgeous man I’d ever seen. Hands down, no contention.

And it wasn’t just because he was the first naked guy I’d seen in… well, a while. Unless you counted the innumerable naked men I’d seen in porn throughout the summer. Which I wasn’t.

His body was soft and rounded, gentle brown curves that begged to be worshipped and adored, with full thighs I wanted to bury my head between and an arse I already knew would have the most perfect jiggle in the world. His skin was a warm, chestnut brown and a rose-gold flush had spread across the bridge of his nose as our hands wrapped around his cock, stroking him slowly.

“You should get on the bed,” he said, swallowing as he tried to keep his voice level. “I can’t ride your dick if you’re standing here.”

“True, but there are so many things I want to do to you first,” I said as I leant in for another kiss, savouring the feel of his plush mouth against mine. Now we’d started kissing, I didn’t think I’d ever be able to stop. I wanted to do it every day, even if it meant seeking him out randomly at the sweet shop so I could lean over the counter and steal a kiss.

“What sort of things?”

“Mmm, I want to kiss every single inch of you, figure out exactly what parts of you are sensitive and listen to all the pretty noises you make. Then I want to taste your gorgeous cock and bury my face between your perfect thighs and eat you open. Would you like that, baby?”

“Y-Yes,” Rupert said, his words ghosting over my lips.

“Then get on the bed.”

Rupert tilted his head back, his dark eyes meeting mine as a teasing smirk curled across his lips. “I will. But first, I think you’re missing something.”

I grinned as I squeezed my hand, tightening his grip on his cock. “Am I?”

“Mmm, y-yes.”

“And what’s that?”

“Get on the bed, please,” he said, heat burning in his gaze from behind his glasses. I wondered if he’d be open to keeping them on while we fucked. After all, it would suck if he couldn’t see everything properly. And I loved the way they looked on him. They were sexy as fuck.

“Of course I will,” I said teasingly, releasing his cock and stepping away from him, moving towards the bed. “Are you going to join me?”

Rupert sighed and raised an eyebrow. “Don’t be facetious.”

“I’m not. You asked me to get on the bed, so I am.”

“You’re impossible,” Rupert said, striding over to me and pushing me onto the bed before I’d had the chance to think of a suitable comeback. I shuffled backwards awkwardly, falling back onto the mattress as Rupert climbed on top of me, blanketing my body with his and kissing me fiercely. He nipped my lip and I groaned, arching up underneath him.