Page 43 of Milo
“You’d do that?” The incredulity is clear in my voice.
“Of course I would. Lo, taking it up the arse doesn’t mean you’re weak the way that wankhole obviously told you.” I jerk, and he smiles tenderly at me. “Sex is between the people concerned, their wants and needs, and I want you to fuck me. I need your cock inside me and I want to see you come.” He shudders. “I want to feel it.”
I sit up, squeezing my cock at the base to stop myself going off at just his words. His eyes follow my gesture and darken with need. “I want that,” I say breathlessly. “I want that too.”
He lies back and spreads his legs deliberately, giving me a clear view of his balls drawn tight to his body, and below, the dark line of his taint and the small hole. “Supplies are in the bedside table,” he says.
I rush to get them, almost fumbling them, and look back expecting him to be smiling, but he isn’t. Instead he’s watching me, or more particularly he’s looking at my bare arse high in the air while I look through the drawer, and he’s jerking himself slowly.
“Like what you see?” I ask, breathlessly falling back onto the bed next to him, and he grins ferally.
“I love it,” he says. “I want you, Lo.”
“Okay, bear with me. I know the logistics,” I say, squeezing the lube out in a glistening trail over my fingers and rubbing them together to warm it. “But I might need to ask questions.”
“You can ask anything,” he says hoarsely, his eyes on my hand as I lower it between his legs. “As long as you get one of those fingers in … ah!”
He arches up off the bed as I send one lubed finger sliding around his hole. For a split second I tense as if I’ve hurt him, but my body knows what to do and ignoring my mind I move, rubbing the finger gently over the small, tight opening before pushing the tip of it gently inside him.
“Oh fuck,” he chokes out as I slide it into him, feeling the heat of his passage and the tight, snug fit of him. I imagine that around my dick and have to count to five not to come. I listen to the pants of his breaths and then watch in amazement as I rub across the harder spot inside him and he arches up with a shout coming from him that could wake the dead.
I rub it again. It’s like a magic button, I think wonderingly as he sinks back to the bed, and wonder how I spent two years with Thomas and he never found it.
His voice thankfully drags me away from my ex. “Please, Lo,” he groans. “Another finger, please.”
Unexpectedly a surge of power fills me. I did this to him. Me. Boring old Milo Ramsay is making Niall writhe on the bed like he’s had an electric shock. Boring old Milo Ramsay has his fingers inside Niall’s body and pretty soon he’ll have his cock in there too.
The thought galvanises me and I add another digit, stretching my fingers and scissoring them and feeling his passage open. “I won’t rush this,” I tell him, hearing the breathlessness. “I know how much it bloody hurts when it’s not done properly.” I think of the tearing and wince. I won’t do that to Niall.
I still as his hand comes down over my hand at his passage, and when I look up, he’s staring at me tenderly. “Thank you,” he says gently.
I nod awkwardly, giving him a harried smile before pumping more lube over my fingers and adding a third digit. He tenses for a second and I rub my free hand down his long flank, feeling the hardness of the muscle and almost petting him.
He raises his head, his lips wet and his eyes dark. “Now. Fuck me now.”
I stare at him, unable to believe that the time has come, but then break into action. The next few seconds are full of frantic fumbling as I manage to get the condom on and I only come back to myself when I’m kneeling and have my cock at the opening of his body.
I hesitate, and he looks at me. “Do it.”
So I do. Notching my cock into the opening I push, fumbling for a second as I come up against the tight muscle that guards his passage, but I remember to wait until it relaxes and then it’s a long, slow slide into tight, damp heaven as his passage sits snugly round my cock, gripping it tightly and making my eyes cross. I bottom out with a deep moan and rest for a second, the two of us panting until his legs come up round me and I feel his feet at my arse.
“Move, Milo,” he says through gritted teeth. “Move and fuck me. I need it.”
Now all thoughts go, and the only thing left is the instinct to please him. For the next few embarrassingly short minutes my only thoughts are snapshot impressions. The heat around my cock, the feel of his hard body against mine, the sweat from his hair landing on my hot skin and seeming to sizzle there like water in a frying pan. I can hear his pants and groans in my ear and the accompaniment of my own moans and sighs over the slap of flesh meeting flesh and the meaty thwap as my balls bang into his arse, making pain and pleasure sizzle together.
It takes only a few minutes before I despairingly feel the tingle in my balls as they pull tight. “Oh shit, I’m close,” I say.
“Fuck me hard,” he groans, reaching down and fisting his cock.
I dig my heels into the mattress and force myself into him harder than I’d ever imagined me doing, but he shouts out, tunnelling his head into the pillow behind him with his eyes screwed shut.
“Lo,” he shouts out, and I knock his hand away from his cock, taking it in my grip and trying to coordinate my thrusts with jerking him off. It’s hard to coordinate, like rubbing your head and your belly at the same time, but it has the effect on Niall of almost cattle-prodding him.
“Oh shit!” he shouts out and pumps his cock into my fist. “Milo!” Then he arches and goes rigid and I watch in awed amazement as creamy ropes of come spurt out from the slit, flooding my fingers and dribbling out onto his hard stomach.
His release catapults mine and I give two more battering thrusts, savouring the almost painful grip of his passage on my cock, and then cry out. “Oh fuck. Oh fuck, Niall.” I jerk and come and jerk and come hard enough I have a second to worry that I’ll overflow the condom, but eventually I come to a stop and fold into him, feeling the wet hardness of his body and the tight grip of his arms around me.
“Oh God,” I say slowly, feeling like my tongue has swollen.
