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“Bed’s comfy.”

“Oh,” is all Milo says.

I don’t say anything, slowly falling back to sleep.

“I got a call from your dance teacher. She said you were a no show today. They couldn’t get in touch with you, so they called me.”

Milo draws imaginary lines on my arms. Goosebumps. I can feel myself already getting wet. From arm touching. What the hell? That’s not even foreplay. I am in a heady lust fog after his touch. I can’t think or focus.

“Was tired…” I mumble out.

“You never missed class before. She was worried. Why didn’t you call them to let them know?”

I don't respond. All I can think about is getting off or going back to sleep. I choose sleep.

“Rave?” Milo scratches my back to get my attention.

“Hmmm,” I can barely make out words.

Milo sighs. “If you are gonna go back to sleep, at least get out of your school uniform." I am not listening to him. My eyes drift back to sleep when I feel Milo’s hands on the waistband of my skirt, slipping them down my legs.

“Wha-”

“You went to sleep in your school skirt. It’s getting wrinkled.” I flutter my eyes and watch Milo drape my skirt over a hanger.

He turns off all the lights, except for the bedside lamp. I watch Milo undress down to his boxers. He comes back over to the bed. His washboards abs are almost glistening in the bedside lamplight. I can’t look away.

Lifting the comforter, Milo slips into bed with me. I am still staring at him, wondering if an angel fell to earth. Or maybe the devil. A beautiful devil.

What is wrong with me today?

“You are so fucking hot,” it slips out before I can stop myself.

Milo looks surprised like that’s the last thing he was expecting me to say. He raises an amused eyebrow. “You are not so bad yourself.” He grins ear to ear. “In fact, you might be the prettiest girl I have--”

My hand moves to grab the back of his neck to drag him to my mouth. I nudge my tongue out, looking for entrance into his mouth. Milo stiffens in shock. I have never made a move before.

He immediately reciprocates, hands fisting my hair, moaning into my mouth. Our tongues wrestle, as he pulls me closer, letting me feel his erection. I am awake. Completely awake.

I can’t get myself to care right now about my shame over fucking Milo, how Reid will be angry if he finds out, and what all of our friends and family would say.

I want temporary oblivion and Milo can give it to me. It doesn’t matter if my negligent family can’t bother to give me a call back. That my father only spends time with me to spite my mother. That my mother would rather chase fame and glory than be with me.

This man cares. He cares enough to find out why I didn’t go to a dance class. My parents don’t even know I take lessons. Since I got back, they haven’t checked to see if I am alive or dead. Mom used to be better about that. But ever since her clothing line hit it big, she is no better than dad.

This man here is the only one who can replace what they took from me. Replace the things I can never verbalize or demand from them. They broke my heart. He put it back together.

And now I want to lose myself in him. In this gorgeous, brilliant, amazing, sex God of a man who wants me. Everyone wants him, but right now, he wants me. Only me.

Feeling brazen, I slip my hand inside his boxer and play with him till he is even harder. Dropping down, I take his dick in my mouth.

“Fuck,” Milo roars out, hands immediately falling on my hair. This time he doesn’t guide me. He doesn’t have to. From his moans, I know I am on the right track. He just strokes my hair and grips it with one hand as he pulls my hair away from my face.

Milo is squirming, groaning out loud like he can’t take it anymore. Feeling Milo tremble underneath me makes me feel powerful. Like I am the only one who can give him what he needs. I lift my eyes to look at him. He is staring at me with an incredulous look on his face. We keep eye contact as I feel his dick throbbing in my mouth.

“Fuck. I am gonna come. Take your mouth off me, baby.”

I am aware of what happens. I have gone down on Michel, but I never swallowed. When Reid and I watched porn together, we saw those women swallow with cum dripping out of their mouth. In my current sexual state, I won't back down from the challenge.