Page 28 of Learn Your Limits
He starts to make a sound of protest, but I push my palm against his chest to silence him.
“I gathered it in my fingers.” I move to the second button to undo it, then the third. “And I fucked my fist with your cold cum lining my cock, Reid.” Undoing the rest of the buttons, I open his shirt to expose his body to me.
There is a pink blush gathering at his neck, and I can see it reaching his face. I understand it might have been embarrassing for him, but it’s all I’ve been dreaming about forweeks.
“I dare you to be embarrassed by something that caused me so much pleasure. Say it.” My hands caress the sides of his stomach, my thumbs dipping into the V of his hips as I wait for an answer.
His body shudders, hips rolling into my touch as a whimper escapes him. Reid’s hands slip beneath the soft cotton of my shirt, his fingers trailing along the waistband of my joggers. My skin heats, my cock throbbing when his fingers slip below my briefs, teasing along the trimmed pubic hair leading to my erection.
“I just—” His voice shakes on an exhaled breath. “That wasn't exactly how I saw our first time going,” he murmurs. His cheeks redden as he tugs his bottom lip between his teeth, his eyes fluttering shut. “Fuck. You used my cum to get off after I left? That's so hot.” He raises a hand to thread his fingers through my tousled hair, his lips crashing into mine.
I press impossibly close to him as our mouths meet. My wandering hands seem to have a mind of their own, and they crave to touch Reideverywhere.Licking against his tongue in a passionate duel, I groan into our kiss when my fingertips reachthe globes of his ass. They’re plump and so goddamn smooth. My restraint should be applauded for not immediately burying myself between them.
Soft, exploring touches quickly turn into rough grasps, and my body screams for more. Using the leverage I’ve got, I snatch him toward me in a sudden move that has him squealing into my mouth. I refuse to separate from his perfect lips even as I’m hauling his body onto the countertop. No words are exchanged between us as I push open his thighs and place myself between them. Only then do I part myself from him and indulge in his current state. With his shirt nearly hanging off his shoulders, so much pretty skin is exposed and ready for me to mark.
Reid stares at me, wide and wild-eyed as his chest rises and falls in frenzied breaths.
“Take off your shirt, baby.”
His warm amber eyes hold mine as he slowly removes the unbuttoned shirt from his body, revealing broad shoulders decorated with freckles. He pulls his arms free and drops the shirt to the kitchen floor. Leaning back, he braces his hands on the counter behind him.
He’s so eager to obey, looking obscene without a shirt and his cock fighting against the fabric of his pants as he waits for further direction.
“Let me see you, Emiliano,” he pleads, scraping his teeth over his bottom lip as his eyes trail over my body.
Pinching the neck of my shirt, I tug it off and let it join the growing pile of clothes on the floor. With the pictures I sent him before, I didn’t let him see the art permanently covering my chest, only a flash of abs and my spent cock. This is the first time he’s seeing the art on my chest and shoulders, and I feel exposed. It’s one thing to show a friend your tattoos, but to show them to a lover is an entirely different feeling, especially knowing how much of a talented artist Reid is.
He pulls in a sharp breath, eyes widening slightly as they travel over the ink decorating my chest. “Milo...” He lifts his hands, his fingertips slowly tracing over the various flowers etched into my skin, spanning from shoulder to shoulder and dipping between my pecs. “This is beautiful. The shading, the attention to detail. I wasn’t expecting this.” His warm bronze irises lift to mine, one hand pressed over my heart while the other grips my shoulder. “You’re gorgeous, Milo.”
Heat blooms in my chest from his compliment. This stunning creature callsmegorgeous while he sits there taking my breath away simply by existing. I can’t resist touching him again, and my hands grip his hips by their own accord. The need to explore him is all encompassing. My lips seal over his in a short but passionate kiss before I start mouthing my way down his neck. “Let me taste you,Muñeco.”
His grip on my shoulder tightens as his breath hitches in his throat. He presses against my shoulder gently, easing me back. His gaze drops as a blush rises to his cheeks, his chest rising and falling with quick breaths. “I want that,” he murmurs before lifting his eyes to mine. “I don’t know...” His voice trails off, eyes searching mine as though he’s willing me to see inside his head.
The vulnerability I find in his expression shouldn’t make me grow harder, but it really fucking does. “Reid,” I whisper as my hand caresses his jaw and I keep his gaze. “I’ll start slow.” My thumb tugs at his bottom lip while my palm pushes up, tilting his head and making his mouth part at the same time. “These pretty lips don’t go silent, do you understand me? Especially if they’re telling me to stop.”
He gently nods his head as well as he can within my grasp, breathing out a soft “yes” as his hands move to my waist. “I understand,” he confirms, his fingers teasing along the waistband of my joggers. “But I don’t want you to stop. I want”—his fingers curl beneath my waistband—“you to teach me.”
Chapter twenty-three
Reid
I had started to believe that Milo and I would never get this chance. To be alone, to connect, to justbe. I was fully prepared for him to say that coming to see him was a bad idea, and now that we’re here in his kitchen, I can’t imagine being anywhere else.
With my fingers tucked beneath the waistband of his pants, all I seem to be able to think about is ridding his body of his remaining clothing and tastinghim. Even though he asked to do the same for me. It’s all I’ve been able to think about since losing myself in his office, and the desire only amplified when he grabbed the back of my thighs and lifted me onto the counter.
Milo’s hand holding my jaw tightens almost painfully, forcing a whimper from my lips. “You want me to teach you how to suck my cock, Reid?” The heat of his gaze is like a raging inferno blazing across my skin. My pulse thrums in anticipation.
I slip down from the counter and grab his waist, easing him back a few steps to give myself room. Holding his storm-filled gaze, I drop to my knees. “Teach me how to make you come,”I plead, slowly pulling his joggers down his legs until the fabric gathers at his feet.
“Fuck,” Milo breathes out, his eyes fluttering shut as his dick strains against the fabric of his briefs.
Because of me.
I did that to him.
“Take me out, baby,” he commands. A small smirk tugs at the corner of my lips.
I curl my fingers beneath the waistband of his briefs and pull them down his legs, his cock springing free and hanging heavy between his thighs. My hands rest at his knees, slowly trailing up the front of his thighs. Grasping the base of his shaft in my fist, I wrap the other hand around to the back of his thigh, anchoring him in place.
