Page 52 of The Jock
Milo closed his eyes and dragged soft kisses down the crack of Colby’s ass. Each whimper and moan was a fucking gift and Milo loved how vocal he was. And he’d barely started. Colby writhed under him when he swiped his tongue over Colby’s hole. He draped an arm around the small of Colby’s back, pulling him close. Trapping him there where he could torture him with his lips and his tongue. And his hand. Milo wrapped a hand around Colby’s cock and gave it a gentle tug. Colby moaned and pushed back into Milo’s embrace.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” Milo crooned, petting a hand down Colby’s flank. Caressing every bit of flesh he could get his hands on. He’d seriously be hard-pressed to remember a hotter partner. Everything about him did it for Milo, from his bright boyish smile to his physique. But what Milo found themost attractive about him was his openness. His willingness to be himself around Milo. The fearless way he asked for what he wanted made him irresistible.
Colby was putty in Milo’s hands. He licked him from taint to hole, then teased the opening with his tongue. God, Milo could live on this. On the sounds Colby made, desperate and unhinged, like he’d never experienced anything this earth-shatteringly amazing.
“Milo…please, baby, please.” Colby rocked into Milo, babbling and needy. Frantic.
Milo carefully slid a finger inside Colby’s hole. He was looser from Milo’s tongue, but still so fucking tight.
“Breathe deep for me. That’s good,” Milo coached as he gently slid his finger in and out, back and forth. He found Colby’s prostate and gently pressed against it, biting back a laugh when Colby nearly launched himself through the headboard.
“Holy fuck, Milo.” Colby panted and his hands grabbed at the covers again, fisting handfuls to keep himself anchored down. “Please.”
“I’ve got to loosen you up.”
Colby buried his face in the blankets and muttered something unintelligible.
“What was that?” Milo asked, gently removing his finger. He reached for the lube and coated his fingers generously. Colby jolted at the first touch of Milo’s slick fingers smoothing over his hole, but he quickly soothed, relaxing again.
Milo was determined to make this good for Colby, and by the look of how hard his cock was, he was doing a bang-up job so far. Colby had leaked a stream of precum and it pooled on the sheet beneath him.
Milo sank his fingers into Colby’s ass gently, but firmly, allowing Colby time to get used to the intrusion before he started moving. Milo was a fucking god. The god of lust, making Colbyshake and tremble from a simple touch. He’d never felt so powerful before. Which was stupid. He’d topped before. There wasn’t a role he hadn’t taken in the bedroom and he loved them all.
Being with Colby made him feel a myriad of emotions. Made him feel sheltered, like none of the bad stuff mattered when he was around. He made Milo want to give him the world, atom by atom.
A desperation of his own swelled up in him and Milo carefully pulled his fingers from Colby’s ass. He fumbled with the condom and added more lube to be on the safe side.
“I need you,” Milo admitted as he knelt behind Colby, lining himself up. God, he needed Colby. More than he needed oxygen. His breath shuddered in and out and then ceased altogether as he pressed inside.
That first inch was unbearably tight.
“Breathe, baby,” Milo told Colby, but it was also a reminder for himself too. He sucked in a deep breath and slid his hands up Colby’s back, then down again. Colby arched, chasing his touch like he was starved for it.
Grabbing Colby’s hips, Milo pressed deeper. He was still tight, but not impossibly so. Underneath him, Colby panted and moaned. Milo watched his face for signs of pain or distress, anything to indicate that he wasn’t okay.
Colby’s ass was hot and tight, and Milo was sure he’d never experienced something half as spectacular as this. He bottomed out and then waited, stroking Colby tenderly, running his hands up and down his back.
“Okay,” Colby said and he pressed himself back against Milo.
“Yeah?” Milo let the question slip even as he started to move. Truth be told, he couldn’t have held still much longer anyway. He needed Colby with a ferocity that made his breath catch.Lust-drunk, he moved. Slowly at first. Savoring the way Colby’s ass squeezed him as he slid almost all the way out.
When he slid back in, gripping Colby’s hips so hard he knew there’d be bruises, Colby let out a delicious sort of keening sound that went straight to Milo’s balls. He started to move faster, spurred on by the sound of Colby’s ragged moans and plaintive whimpers.
Colby rocked back, then lifted his chest off the mattress, using his arms as leverage to press back harder, to force Milo deeper, faster.
Milo chuckled. “Greedy.”
“Feels good. Holy fuck.” Colby rocked back. “Didn’t at first.” His laugh ended as it was overtaken by a moan. “Maybe too good.”
Milo knew how he felt. Like nothing this good could be real. Maybe this was all a sex-filled dream and Milo would wake up alone in his bed covered in cum. He wrapped himself around Colby as much as he could. Colby being bigger than Milo in all the ways made it awkward, but he managed to keep a decent rhythm.
“Milo, please. I need…” Colby reached down and started jerking himself. “Oh, fuck.”
Colby’s whole body clenched and shook. He was tense from head to toe and his back was curved, pulled tight like a bow string. Then suddenly everything released and Milo chased his own orgasm. Gripping onto Colby, he sank his toes into the bed for extra purchase and thrust hard and fast.
“Fu-uck.” Colby’s broken voice, thick with awe and desire, was what tipped Milo over the edge.
He came so hard it broke him. There was nothing left of him for a moment but raw pleasure and a satisfaction that went deeper than his bones. He came so hard it put him back together. One piece at a time, until he was the same Milo he’d always been.But different. Changed only in the way that loving someone could change you.
