Page 42 of Virgin Skin

That’s right, Puppy, give it to me. I watch him with hungry eyes, memorizing the way his eyebrows pull together and his muscles tense as he gets closer and closer to the edge.

“Piston. Piston.Piston,” he wails. “I’m going to… I can’t… Oh mygooooooood.”

He slams his hips up, shoving his cock as deep into my throat as he can. I swallow around him, feeling the way he stiffens that last little bit, swelling fatter against my tongue. His balls pull so tight they practically disappear into his body, and his hole spasms and pulses around my finger. Milo wails, then spills down my throat, feeding me hot, salty ropes of his cum. I suck him through every second of his trembling and screaming, grunting encouragement as I lap at his slit, refusing to miss a drop of what I’ve earned.

He collapses, boneless and sweaty, and I finally release his softening cock from between my lips with a wetpop, easing my finger out of his tender hole. I crawl up his body, shaking with how close I am to my own release. I straddle him, brushing my lips over his, greedily devouring the wrecked expression on his face. His hot, panting breath bathes my face and I fist my cock with a groan.

“No,” he gasps as soon as he realizes what I’m doing.

I freeze mid-stroke, ready to climb off him and go finish myself off in the bathroom if that’s what he wants. But he wraps a hand around my bicep and tugs me closer, opening his mouth and sticking his tongue out like the porn version of a red carpet. It only takes my lust-drunk brain half a second to figure out what he’s asking for.

“You’re the filthiest virgin I’ve ever met,” I murmur, shuffling up farther until my knees are planted on either side of his head and the tip of my cock rests against the wet heat of his tongue. “Is that what you want?” I tap my cockhead against his tongue.

The wet littleslap, slap, slapsound that accompanies every tap stokes the heat in my gut and makes my balls tingle.

Milo whines and nods, his eyes full of pleading. He digs his fingers into my thighs and flicks the tip of his tongue against my barbell. I groan and start to stroke myself again.

It only takes seconds before I feel heat coiling in my gut and my balls starting to tighten. I grunt and groan, looking down at his head between my quivering thighs, his eyelids drooping, a satisfied, orgasm-drunk grin on his lips even with his mouth wide open for me. His hair is a tangled mess, and I can still taste his release on my tongue. I stroke myself faster, precum pouring onto his waiting tongue, my barbell catching against the slick surface of it, sending sparks of heat straight through my shaft. Milo reaches between my legs to roll my balls in his fingers, and I’m done for.

I throw my head back and shout, my whole body clenching and quaking as pleasure rockets through me. The first volley of my release lands on his tongue and I force my eyes open so I can see it. The stripes of my release paint his lips and drip down his chin, rope after rope exploding from my cock to mark him.

“Fuck,” I say through gritted teeth, fucking my fist, my thighs quaking and my cock pulsing until I’ve fed him the last dribbles of my orgasm.

He closes his mouth to swallow the offering, then licks his lips to catch as much as he can. He even holds my gaze as he laps the final drop of my cum off of the steel ball the rests just under my slit. I shiver with sensitivity and the knowledge that this night is going to be my go-to jerk-off fantasy for the rest of my life.

I climb off him and pull him into my arms. I lick the stray cum off his chin then kiss him. The combined taste of our orgasms lingers in the slow, lazy kiss while we both catch our breath.

“Sorry,” he whispers against my lips.

I frown and pull back.

“For what?”

His lips twist with a shy, embarrassed smile and he rests his head on my shoulder. “That didn’t exactly go how I was planning. Sorry I finished before we got to the main event.”

I grip his chin and look into his eyes so I can be sure he hears what I’m about to say.

“Sex isn’t just about sticking your dick in a hole. And it doesn’t always go as planned.” I shrug. “No big deal. I had a great time. Did you?”

His smile widens a little and his dimple makes an appearance. He nods. “Best night of my life.”

My chest constricts and I brush a kiss to his forehead.

“Me too.”

He shuffles around, getting closer and slinging one leg over mine.

“Can I stay?” He yawns. “Just for tonight.”

I know I should send him to his own room. If I wake up to us sharing a bed, naked and wrapped around each other, it’s only going to make tomorrow morning harder. But I can’t bring myself to say it. Instead of answering, I just tighten my arms around him and reach over to turn off the bedside lamp.

We’ll deal with tomorrow when it comes.

Chapter 15

MILO

Mmm, cozy.

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