Page 22 of Atlas & Miles
I only realized what I’d inadvertently done after I’d set the cage on the towel between my legs and turned back to see Miles abruptly averting his gaze from where he had clearly been staring at my cock.
I pulled a corner of my robe over my lap. “Oh, sorry. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”
“I’m fine.” He’d said the words, but his tone told me that wasn’t entirely true. I knew he wasn’t embarrassed by dicks themselves, so something else was going on.
Without thinking, I reached for his chin with one hand and turned his head until he looked at me. “You’re not. Want to tell me what’s wrong?”
He bit his beautiful lip as he met my gaze. After appearing to fight an internal battle for a few moments, he sighed. “Nothing’s wrong. You just have a beautiful dick.” His eyes shot wide, filling with panic. “Fuck, that was completely unprofessional.”
I chuckled warmly. “Maybe, but it’s not like this was a safe-for-work situation to begin with.”
His tense eyes relaxed slightly. It was subtle, but it made the knots in my stomach loosen just a little. “You’re right about that.”
I held his gaze, watching as the fear in them slowly drained and was replaced by something that looked like a combination of awe and lust. I knew how he felt.
We’d decided months ago that we would never work. He wasn’t out, and I would never be able to hide who I was. I wasn’t even sure he was a boy who wanted a Daddy.
The two of us together just didn’t make sense. But fuck, I wanted him.
So I decided to go for it. “Can I kiss you, Miles?”
He swallowed hard before nodding against my hand. Permission granted, I leaned in, not wanting to waste anothersecond before claiming this man as mine, if only for a time. If only all I ever got was a taste.
Chapter six
Miles
Kissing Atlas hadn’t been in the plan when I’d headed over here, but as his lips pressed to mine, I didn’t even think about complaining. This was probably the best outcome I could’ve hoped for, to be honest. And when he moaned into my mouth,fuck, my cock was as hard as steel.
I wasn’t lying when I’d said his dick was beautiful. It was the most gorgeous dick I’d ever seen. And while I wasn’t really a bottom—I was technically vers though I preferred topping—I wouldn’t mind having all of his likely seven inches inside of me.
Given my profession, I was good at eyeballing measurements.
But it wasn’t just his length; it was his girth, too. Thick and veiny, his cut cock was a masterpiece I wanted to devour. With my mouth, hands, or ass, I didn’t care. I just needed some part of me on it.
He hadn’t given me any indication that he wanted more than this kiss, though, and all the reasons we hadn’t hooked up before were still valid. Namely, my ever-present fear of coming out. And that hadn’t changed.
Would he be willing to overlook that for just one night?
Atlas pulled away to catch his breath, his beautiful green eyes capturing me from inches away.
I stared at him, just stared, as we caught our breath. I wanted this beautiful human with every fiber of my being, and I would take every single thing he’d give me tonight.
But first things first. “Pronouns?”
Atlas smiled sweetly, and I could’ve sworn he started tearing up. “He/him right now.”
I nodded, returning his smile. “And what would you like to do tonight, sweet Atlas?”
His eyes rolled back in his head as he melted before me. “I’m swooning over here, Miles.”
I smirked. “Good. You deserve it.”
Atlas nodded, flipping imaginary hair behind his shoulder. “I do, don’t I?” Then his mischievous grin was gone, and his expression turned serious. “But so do you.”
I swallowed hard, unwilling to affirm his words. Most days, I wasn’t convinced I deserved more than this existence of hiding myself away from the world so I didn’t get hurt.
I should’ve expected Atlas wasn’t going to let me get away that easily. His eyes narrowed at me, and he leaned back a bit to cross his arms over his bare chest. “Say it, Miles.”
