Page 42 of Milo
“What?” he says, and he almost sounds tender. “What do you see?”
“You have the prettiest cock,” I say and then throw my hand over my eyes. “Fuck, I’m impossible.”
“Take your hand away,” he says, and the deep softness of his voice makes me do it without even thinking. “That’s better.” His lips are swollen and his hair a wreck. “Why is it pretty?”
“This is rather embarrassing.”
“Power your way through it,” he suggests, and I glare at him.
“It’s long and hard. I can see the pre-come sliding down it.” His cock jerks a tiny bit, thudding against the flat, hard stomach, and my mouth goes dry. “I want to suck it. I want to suck kisses over all those veins.” He inhales sharply, and I look at his body. “I want to lick all of you.”
He’s still for a second and then he moves with that graceful economy that powers all his movements, levering off me and lying by my side. He looks at me. “Okay, then do it.”
“Do what?” I ask, coming up on one elbow and trying really hard not to eye-fuck him.
“Kiss me, suck me, do what you want. I’m all yours, Lo.”
I blink at my nickname. It sounds wrong in this bed but at the same time utterly right, like we were always destined to end up here. But then I blink again and throw the thought away. Niall Fawcett is naked in front of me asking me to lick him. It can’t get any better than this. Then my happiness falls away and I realise that it could get worse, and before I can censure my words, I’m letting them spill out.
“I want to, but what if I do something wrong? Thomas used to say how terrible I was in bed, fumbling and awkward and just shit. What if he’s right?”
He lets me speak, which surprises me given the flare in his eyes when I mention Thomas. When I come to a fumbling stop, he amazes me by shrugging. “So what?”
“What do you mean?” I go to draw back and he grabs my hand gently, bringing me back next to him.
“Lo, every single person in this world has been bad in bed at some point.” He smiles and there’s a wry, wicked curl to his smile. “My nanny always used to say that if at first you don’t succeed you should try, try, and try again.”
“Oh my God.” I can’t stop my smile. “That’s outrageous. She probably meant when you embarked on a career in the city, not initiating an awkward man in bed.”
He shrugs, caressing my palm with one long finger, watching me shudder as if I’m fascinating. “Life lessons should always be about something other than money. They should be about things that you’re going to do for the rest of your life, which I profoundly hope you’re going to do with sex rather than hide away.” He pulls me close so I’m hovering over his chest, my fingers digging into the hard, ropy muscle over his torso to keep my balance. “Lo, it’s you and me. You asked me to teach you sex. Well, the only way to teach something is to do it. Use me. Experiment on me. See what you like. See what I like. Lo, listen to me.” My head shoots up from my study of the sparse hair that shadows his chest. His eyes are more serious than I’ve ever seen. “I will never laugh at you or mock you or demean you. You’re free here in this bedroom and in this bed to do what you want, and I never want you toeverbe ashamed of what we do here.”
I nod, and he smiles before lying back and putting his hands behind his head. He nods down his body. “Explore, Lo.”
Almost tentatively I send my hand out, looking at the paleness of it against his chest. Niall practically glows against the sheets as he has a golden tint to his skin that looks delicious against the white of the linen. I run my fingers down his chest, following the lines of his ribs and pausing when he jerks.
“Ticklish?” I ask, looking up and stilling at the darkness in his eyes. I swallow hard and his eyes track the motion of my throat.
“Very, and not just there,” he says huskily and I grin at him, feeling suddenly freer than I ever have.
“I’ll find it.”
“I hope you do.” He gives an indrawn breath and his body jerks as I send my fingers back up and brush over the bud of his nipple. The pale brown circle hardens under my eyes and I look up.
“Not ticklish but sensitive here?” He nods and gives a choked cry as I lean forward and run my tongue over it. Then before I can second-guess myself, I pull it into my mouth and start to suckle on it like a baby at the breast, my tongue flitting around the crinkled edge.
He groans and arches his body, forcing his chest against my mouth, and for a second I hesitate. Sudden movements in bed worry me, but his head is thrown back against the pillow and his eyes are watching me with a slumberous glow to them, and I relax suddenly. I did that. I put that look on his face, and suddenly I want to do it again and again and hear his pleasure. My doubts fly away, replaced by a lovely heat which I can feel in the base of my belly. My own cock throbs heavily, but I ignore it in favour of my new playground.
“I like this,” I say hoarsely, and I can hear the need and joy in my voice. “Iloveit.” Then I fall on him and, wrapping one arm around his muscular torso, I fasten my lips to his other nipple, sucking and pinching while he moves underneath me like the waves, thrusting his hips up, his cock wet and slick-looking.
I look at his dick and then back up at him. The memory of a time when I’d tried to blow Thomas is very vivid as he’d choked me, forcing his cock down my throat and holding my head against him. He’d laughed when I’d struggled because I couldn’t breathe but he’d stopped laughing when I threw up on him. I breathe deeply to dispel the image.
“I don’t want to suck you off. There’s never been anything enjoyable about that to me,” I say haltingly.
He opens his eyes. “What you want,” he says. “No one else. This is about whatyouwant.” He shrugs. “Maybe you’ll do it, maybe you never will. Doesn’t matter to me. There are plenty of other things we can do.”
“Like what?”
“You can fuck me, for a start.”
