Page 63 of Virgin Skin

A sweet smile stretches over his lips and his dimple deepens on his cheek. I’m not sure how I’ve been able to resist doing it for so long, but this close it’s impossible. I flick the tip of my tongue into the little divot and Milo’s body vibrates with laughter. He squirms and I can feel his cock stiffening between us, his skin warming up now that we’re wrapped around each other under the blankets.

He wiggles his hips, and the underwear slip a few inches.

“Hey, Piston?” he whispers, like someone is going to hear us if we’re too loud.

“Yeah, Mi?” I drag my lips against his, not quite kissing but tasting his breath on my tongue all the same.

“Will you…” He draws circles around my belly button with his index finger, and my cock throbs for him to move his hand just a few inches lower. “Will you finger me again?”

A groan slips past my lips and my cock spasms in eager agreement with his plan.

“You want to see if you can take two this time?”

He nods, our noses bumping against each other.

“Please?” He begs so pretty, as if I could deny him anything. I’m trying, fuck knows I am, but maybe not hard enough. Maybe I don’twantto resist him, even if I should.

I move away from him just long enough to grab the lube out of my nightstand and slick two fingers, then I drag him close again. Our mouths find each other and this time our kisses are slow and drugging, our tongues stroking in languid, syrupy laps, our lips falling into a hypnotic rhythm.

Milo wiggles his underwear down around his thighs, his cock springing free to nudge against my thigh, my belly, bumping into the swell of my erection with every little thrust he makes as he feeds me soft, muffled moans.

“Yours too,” he murmurs, fumbling to pull mine down.

We both groan into the kiss when the hot, silky bare skin of our cocks collides. I slide my slicked fingers into the crease between his ass cheeks and take my time petting his hole while we sink deeper into the dizzying kiss.

When I feel his rim start to relax and soften, I ease the tip of my index finger inside. He gasps around my tongue and his cock jerks, spilling precum down my shaft. He’s just as tight as he was the first time, but I don’t have any reason to rush.

I stroke my free hand along his smooth, unblemished skin, teasing his taut nipples and memorizing the dips and planes ofhis body. His chest hitches and he makes throaty sounds at every careful thrust of my finger.

It’s easy to lose track of time with his thighs quaking against mine, the heads of our cocks kissing, bumping. He drools hot, slick pools of precum between us, puffing trembling breaths against my lips and whining softly any time I hold still inside of him for too long. His rim clenches and flutters around my finger, catching on my knuckle with every thrust.

“So fucking hot and tight,” I praise him in a low rumble, nibbling my way across his jaw. “You want to be able to take my cock in this tight hole one day, don’t you?”

Fuck, I want that too. I want to finger him slowly, opening him up with one at a time until he’s sweaty and horny, begging for my cock inside of him. I want him to climb onto my dick while I spread out and get comfortable underneath him, easing his way down onto it, then throwing his head back and moaning with abandon when I bottom out inside him. I want to see the shock and wonder on his face from feeling so damn full. I want to watch his eyes roll back when he feels my cock press against his prostate for the first time.

My balls squeeze tighter and precum dribbles from my slit to splash onto the head of his cock, mixing with his. Milo whimpers again, nodding frantically in answer to my dirty question and snapping his hips faster. Every time my piercing catches on his cockhead, he lets out a little gasp and his hole clenches again.

“Then take a deep breath and try to relax for me. Let’s see if you can take just one more finger tonight, hm?” I lick along the seam of his lips, and he parts them for me, eager for my kiss, desperate for anything I’ll give him.

Fuck, he’s so perfect.

No one else deserves him. I don’t fucking deserve him either, but I’ll try. I swear, I’ll try.

He drags in a deep breath and tries to hold himself still. As I stroke my finger in deeper again and again, he lets out a sweet little sound and clamps down tight.

“Shh,” I murmur, brushing my lips against his. “Breathe.”

He trembles in my arms, his eyes boring into mine in the darkness, full of hazy lust and a deeper, more vulnerable need that makes me want to growl like a junkyard dog at anyone else who ever dares to look at him again.

“Deep breath,” I say, and this time he does it, sucking in a slow, steady inhale. I can feel him relaxing around me, opening up, softening to let me stroke him deeper. “There it is,” I purr, easing my finger out until only the tip is teasing his rim, then lining up the second one, already dripping with lube. “Ready? Breathe.”

He does it again, slow, steady, relaxed. I carefully slide back in with two this time. His tight hole resists, but only a little, stretching to accept the intrusion as a gut-deep moan falls from his lips. The sound makes my balls tighten and my cock twitch against his.

“Feels good to be full, doesn’t it, baby?”

I work my fingers in and out slowly, using my other hand on his ass to encourage him to thrust again, to grind against me and make himself feel good.

“Yeah,” he gasps. “Fuck, Piston, it’s so…” He whines, burying his face in the crook of my neck and shuddering as he gives in to his body’s needs again. “Oh my god. Piston. Piston. Ungh.”

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