Page 47 of Milo
He shudders. “The tales Oz has told me about that place, I hope you were wearing a Hazmat suit.”
“With a full face guard. You can’t afford to take chances,” I say solemnly, loving the way he laughs. It’s open and joyousrather than the muted sounds he always used to make, which were immediately followed by a haunted glance around like he was going to be punished for the gift of laughter. I inhale deeply to quell the desire to punch Thomas, which grows stronger every day.
He looks at me curiously. “You okay?”
“Yes, of course,” I say hurriedly. “Just a bit tense with all the work on here.”
He stares at me for a long second and then grins, but it’s a wicked smile with mischief written over every centimetre of his face.
“Oh no,” I say slowly. “That look never means good things.”
“It does,” he says primly. “But just for you.”
“You bet it’s just for me,” I growl and then flush as he looks at me with his mouth open in amazement. To forestall any smart remarks I fit my lips to his, kissing the full curves before sending my tongue flitting inside to tangle and rub against his. He rewards me with a deep moan and suddenly my arms are full of him as he pushes me against the fence, kissing me furiously while rubbing against me.
He breaks away for breath and I inhale, feeling woozy. “Shit,” I murmur, and he nods frantically before dropping to his knees in front of me. “Oh my God,” I mutter. “What are you doing?”
He pulls off my gloves and hands them to me before unbuttoning my jeans, his brow furrowed in concentration. I look behind me quickly, but Phil has crested the wave of the hill and is now out of sight, so we’re the only two people around for miles.
I look back down at him and hiss as he reaches into my briefs and pulls out my cock. “Fuck, your hands are cold,” I say hoarsely, and he looks up at me, his eyes sparkling with humour and life.
“I know. Your dick is now cold, and I suppose it would be quite kind of me to warm it up for you, wouldn’t it?”
“You are kind,” I say in a low voice and then groan in gratified surprise as he licks a strip up my very erect cock.
“Lo,” I groan, knocking the hat off his head and grabbing a handful of his waves gently and pulling his face up to me. “Are you sure?” He hasn’t attempted this yet and I instinctively get why not. I just try not to understand too much because even the subtext of his worries makes me so mad at Thomas that I could weep with rage. He opens his mouth with a frown on his face, but I forestall him. “I know you don’t want me to ask these things because you want to be treated like everyone else.”
“I do.”
“But you’re not everyone else,” I say calmly. “You’re Lo and you mean something to me, so I need to ask this just once and then we’ll never speak of it again.”
He kneels up and grabs my hips in his cold hands. Then, keeping my gaze, he leans forward and in a deliberate motion he takes the head of my cock into his mouth and starts to suck.
“Oh God,” I groan. “Okay, you’re fine. I understand that.”
He hums under his breath and pulls back before taking me deeper this time. I groan at the feeling of his hot mouth and cold hands and then murmur in concern when he tries to take me too deep and chokes.
“Easy,” I croon. “Take your time. There’s no need to deep throat. You’re not Linda Lovelace.”
He obeys me instantly, backing up before taking me at a different angle, using his hand on the base and taking the rest into his mouth and sucking hard while fluttering his tongue along the frenulum.
“Oh fuck,” I gasp. Feelings swirl in me as he starts to suck in earnest. Sensation upon sensation piling onto the already high heap of feelings of gratitude that he picked me along with a fiercepang in my heart to know that while he listens to me in bed, his confidence outside is growing so quickly that he’s showing his true self, which is feisty and lively. I love that he feels comfortable with me enough to do that.
Then all my thoughts fly away. “Oh fuck,” I choke. “God, darling, that’s amazing. Keep going.” I grunt as he cups my balls in his hand. “Fuck, that’s good. Roll them.” He obliges before sending a finger wet from his spit back to my hole where he rubs it gently and almost tenderly.
I look down at him and have to close my eyes for a second at the image of him with his mouth stuffed full of my cock and the almost transcendent pleasure on his face. “Take your cock out,” I order. “Touch yourself.”
He moans around my dick and sends one hand down to fumble at the opening of his jeans. Then it’s my turn to moan as he withdraws the ruddy length and starts to jerk himself off.
“Oh fuck,” I moan. “So hot. That’s it. Suck me now.” He returns to his task and within seconds I can feel that tingle in my bollocks. “Oh God, I’m close,” I grunt. “Move off if you don’t want a mouthful.”
He gives a tiny shake of his head and carries on sucking me, one hand holding the base of my cock so I don’t choke him while my hips are moving, thrusting at his mouth, chasing my pleasure. His other hand is a tight fist through which his own cock is shuttling. The sight of the red, slick head in his fist and the feel of his mouth send me over and I cry out so loudly it disturbs some birds nearby. I come, pouring myself into his mouth in a seemingly endless flow while crows wheel in the sky around us, cawing crossly.
I’m still coming when he moans, and I look down with bleary eyes to see him shooting in great spurts over the grass at his feet.
For a second we stay still, panting and wheezing, but then he shivers again and I urge him to his feet. I help him with hisclothes, straightening them and pulling his huge hoody around him again before doing my own with cursory attention. Then I grab his hand full of come and suck and lick it slowly off while he watches me with fascinated eyes. By the time I’ve finished his cheeks are red and renewed lust is brewing there.
I sling my arm over his shoulders, feeling the slender bones underneath that old jumper and inhaling the smell of him. In these woods with his wavy hair and sharp, angular face he looks almost fey.
