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I get it. It feels disrespectful to bring hookups around our sleeping quarters. Not to mention, we risk exposing Mia to that behavior. It must be why Milo has never done it himself, and why he insists that we limit any debauchery to the completely separate apartment downstairs.
“No, I have never brought anyone here.” I try to clarify.
“Where then?”
Is he serious? I wouldn’t dare ask him about his history.
“It was… umm… at his place. This was in Paris.”
Milo leans back like he has been struck.
“What the fuck did you say?” He yells out, “All this time, you were too busy to return my calls and messages. I didn’t send you to Paris to spend your summer on your knees to blow assholes.”
This time I do manage to rip from his hold, shocked. Milo has never spoken to me this way. I don’t know what to think or say. I just gape at him with my mouth wide open. This is not him. Milo speaks rationally, and when he is angry, he usually has a point.
So does he? Does he have a point? I try to assess it from his perspective. If I was to play devil’s advocate, what would I say?
From Milo’s perspective, he gave me a very thoughtful and meaningful gift, a trip to Paris to further my future in fashion design. And in turn, I didn't bother checking with him before I left. I ignored him for months on end, saying I was too busy working at mom's store. Instead, he finds out I was dating, having fun, and getting semi-physical.
It’s clear to him that I wasn’t too busy, I was having fun and dating, while he was worried about what was going on with me. If the tables were turned, I would also be upset. I wouldn’t have verbalized it the way he just did. But I decide not to focus on that.
I try for honesty, plain and simple. “Look, I didn’t know the Paris trip was a preplanned birthday gift. After the night of my party, I-I was embarrassed about what I said,” I say quietly.
This is a perfect time to clear up the wholeI loveyoudebacle. At the very least, it will prove or disprove one of my theories of why The Great Milo Sinclair is suddenly interested in me.
Does he feel sorry for me, because I said I loved him? Is he "throwing me a bone" because he feels bad?
I take a deep breath. I know Milo has an ego. All men of his caliber do. It can't sound like rejection, so I word it carefully. “I know you probably didn't read much into it. Nonetheless, when I saw the Paris itinerary the next morning, I thought you were trying to get rid of me because you were irritated by what I said.”
Milo looks surprised, but a realization flickers over his eyes. Like he just put together the answer to a puzzle. I am relieved to see his anger subsiding. I continue. “I really was busy working all summer long. Through work, I met this boy Michel. We dated very casually and later decided to just be friends. I just wanted to try dating. It seemed like what I said to you was misunders..."
I don’t get to finish. Milo comes at me, full of rage and determination. His mouth comes down on me. Hard. One of his hands holds the nape of my neck. He has the same lust crazed expression after I first got back from Paris. His pants are already pulled down since I was blowing him when this conversation started.
He steps out of them completely, at the same time grabbing my bra to unclasp it. I can’t focus. My head is spinning, with his tongue exploring my mouth. I don’t even realize that I have been picked up and dropped on the bed.
With his forehead to mine, Milo whispers, “It doesn't matter. I forgive you. Let's never talk about it again.”
Impatiently, he pulls his shirt over his head, slips my shoes off, and tugs my pants down, skimming his hands over my thong. In one swift movement, he takes hold of my thong and tears it off, tossing it aside. The delicate thong was no match for his super-sized hands.
He moves towards my lower body. “Right now, I just want to taste you,” he breathes against my inner thighs.
I give a little moan as his tongue flicks out to touch me. A little too eagerly, he takes hold of my thighs and moves to guide my legs over his shoulders.
He groans. “God, you taste so good. Even better than I imagined.”
He runs his tongue along my inner lips, kissing and licking before taking a gentle bite. I am nothing but a machine that makes gasping and moaning noises.
Suddenly, Milo moves back up.
No.I want to scream.
He grins at my disappointed face. Milo grabs me by the arms to pull me up. Sitting down, he positions me, so I am straddling his lap. Milo works on taking off my shirt and bra completely. Then he scooches back on the bed and lies down, with me now straddling his stomach. I feel a yank on my hips. I have no choice but to move forward. He yanks again, harder, till I stumble up, onto his chest. Grabbing on to my hips, Milo lifts me and moves my thighs to his face.
My pussy is mere inches from his mouth, ready to ride his face. He places a gentle kiss. His tongue starts at the bottom again and swipes up. This time I gasp out even louder, fingers gripping his hair and pulling as his tongue flicks my nub.
This position is too much. I’m gone within seconds.
His hands are digging into my thighs. My thighs are shaking around his head. He is giving me no option but to explode on him.
