Page 38 of Virgin Skin

I growl and wrap my hand around a fistful of Milo’s t-shirt, tugging on it roughly as I slam my mouth back into his. His lips part on a moan and I lick back into his mouth. Hungry, fuckingravenous,for every breathy sound he has for me.

Take him home… Can I? The way I’m feeling right now, we both know exactly what will happen the minute I have him alone. Milo nibbles on my bottom lip and palms the length of my cock through my jeans. Obviously, he has no objections to the plans I’m already coming up with before I’ve even decided whether to take him home or not.

What are my alternatives? It’s his house too, so we’ll have to be alone together there eventually. I suppose I could tell him to go spend the night at Jag’s, pay for their Uber, and get the hell away from him until I can get myself back under control. Just the thought of putting him in an Uber and watching it drive away has me biting down roughly on the edge of his jaw. Milo gasps, and for a second I worry I’m being too rough, but then he thrusts against me again, snapping his hips wildly, his body quivering, pressed between me and the wall in the dark hallway of some seedy club.

“Fuck,” he pants.

My thoughts focus and my head clears, but not in the way I was hoping. I can’t send Milo home with Jag, I can’t leave him here in a club full of horny frat boys looking at him like he’s a free beer keg, and I sure as fuck can’t letthisbe any kind of first for him.

I drag my hand out from under his shirt and press it against the wall, using it to force myself away from him at least a few inches. His thrusts stutter and he blinks his eyes open, slowly, like he’s in a drunken daze.

“How much have you had to drink?” My voice is hoarse, strained with all the fucking willpower it’s taking me not to drag Milo out of here right now so I can take him home to get my hands on him properly.

His dimple appears and he chuckles. “One drink. The one you bought me.” His eyes drop to my lips. I’m sure they’re just as damp and swollen as his are. “The only thing I’m drunk on right now is cum backup.”

I huff a laugh. He puts a hand on my chest and pushes me back. I go easily, giving him the space to slip away from the wall, even though it kills me not to touch him.

“Come on,” he calls over his shoulder, already making his way back down the hallway. When we reach the mouth of it, instead of turning left towards the exit, he heads right.

“Where are we going?”

Maybe he changed his mind about me taking him home. I should be relieved, not want to drag him back into a dark corner all over again.

“To tell Jag we’re leaving. We drove him here. He needs to know he has to get a ride.”

“Whoa.” My heart lodges in my throat and I catch Milo by the arm to stop him. “If we go talk to Jag like this, he’s going to know there’s something going on.”

He rolls his eyes. “He already knows there’s something going on.”

“No, he suspects. He can suspect all he wants, that doesn’t mean I’m going to go over there and parade our matching boners in front of him while we tell him he’s on his own.”

Milo thinks for a second, then nods. “Right. You go wait for me outside. I’ll tell Jag we both found hookups and that we’re both leaving with them.”

It’s my turn to roll my eyes. The gesture feels juvenile as fuck, but warranted given hisbrilliantplan that Jag definitely won’t see right through.

“It’s like you said—he can suspect all he likes. He won’t have any proof.” Milo nudges me in the other direction. “Go. I’ll be right out.”

Fuck. I don’t even remember deciding to go through with this. The longer I have my hands and mouth off him, the more my sense is returning and telling me this is a bad fucking idea.

I take in the view of Milo under the flashing club lights, his hair messy from my hands, his lips still glistening from our kiss. There’s a little bruise forming on the side of his jaw where I bit him too hard a few minutes ago, and the sight of it makes my chest ache and my cock throb.

Yeah, I’m doing this.

Responsible Piston can have a freakout tomorrow, but tonight, for once in my life, I’m throwing the rules out the window and giving in to what I want. I nod, just barely resisting the urge to kiss Milo one more time before I turn and wind my way through the crowd.

The icy air is a shock to my system as I push through the door and step out into the night. My eardrums pound with the phantom music left behind inside, and I can still taste Milo on my lips.

I can imagine the look on Jag’s face right now as Milo innocently insists that we both scoredseparatelyand he’ll have to work out his own ride home. The key will be sticking to his story, which Jag won’t make easy.

I climb into my car and turn it on so it’ll be nice and warm by the time Milo gets out here. A few snowflakes land on thewindshield, clinging to the cold glass for a minute before melting thanks to the hot air blowing directly on the windshield.

Quicker than I expected, Milo is flinging open the passenger side door and sliding inside.

“Come on, let’s go,” he says as he pulls his seat belt into place.

“What did Jag say? Did he buy it?”

“Of course not. He gave me a look that said he knew I was full of shit, so I doubled down and told him I might just keep both guys to myself, but either way, you were driving us back, so he would have to find his own ride.”

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