Page 64 of Learn Your Limits
“Trail your hands down your body and show me where you want me,Muñeco.” He commands, leaning his phone on something in front of him and leaving me with a view of him in nothing but a pair of black boxer briefs and a white tank top.
Heat spreads through my chest at his demand. Moving my hand to the base of my neck, I wrap my fingers gently around my throat the way he has many times before. Tipping my head back slightly, I drag my hand down my chest, my fingertips brushing over each nipple before moving lower to trace over the ridges of my abdomen.
“I wish you were the one touching me,” I breathe out, slowly pushing my pants and briefs down just enough to free my cock from the confines of the fabric.
“I’ll be getting my hands on you soon enough,” Milo promises. My eyes follow the motion of his hands, one still gripping the glass of wine while the other slowly rubs over his hardening cock through his boxers. “Do you have lube, baby?”
Nodding, I reach over to my nightstand and pull open the drawer, grabbing the small bottle of lube I keep stashed there. Flipping open the cap, I pour the cool clear liquid onto my tip, my gaze flicking to the screen to watch Milo.
“Good boy, Reid.Now, I want you to stroke your cock, but go slow and keep your eyes on me.” Milo lowers his waistband, and the way his cock takes up the majority of the screen from this angle leaves me salivating. “Follow my motions,” he instructs, wrapping his hand around his tip.
My breath shudders out of my chest as I rub my fingers over the slick head of my dick, spreading the cool gel down my shaft. Watching him slowly guide the foreskin back from the head of his cock has my own pulsing in my grip.
It’s been way too fucking long since I’ve touched him, too long since I’ve been touched by him.
“Fuck your hand, baby. Nice and slow for Daddy,” he rasps, his voice laced with arousal.
Fisting my length, I begin to leisurely move my hand up and down, a deep groan escaping me as I twist my palm over the sensitive crown just like he does. “Fuck, Milo. It’s been too long,” I choke out. Despite his instruction to go slow, it feels too good to have his eyes on me. Mimicking the movements of his hand on his cock takes restraint I'm not sure I possess, and my body is screaming with the need to fall apart for him.
A loud groan escapes him as he pumps faster, and I breathe out a sigh of relief as I do the same. My grip tightens, palm swirling over the head of my dick with every few upstrokes.
“Too long,” he moans, and I can see the muscles in his arm tightening with every stroke of his hand. “Too long since I’ve had your tight little hole wrapped around my cock, baby. I’m going to have to make up for all that time apart and make sure you’re dripping with me every single day from here on out.”
His words are pulling me closer to the edge, making it too hard to form any kind of coherent response. Having his heated gaze on me, even through the phone, is too much. More than anything, I want to fuck my fist until my release covers my skin, and I want to watch him come when I do.
“Milo,” I moan softly, biting my bottom lip in an attempt to stifle the sound. Keeping my eyes open and on him is a challenge as tension coils at the base of my spine, my orgasm dangerously close to the surface.
“I know,Muñeco. Need to see you come for me,” he rasps. The jolts of his hips tell me he’s close too. “Let go, baby.”
The first time Milo ever told me to let go for him was in his office when he had me pressed up against the wall, completely at his mercy. This time isn’t much different. Everything about him calls to me, to my heart, to my soul.
Keeping my phone up and tilted at just the right angle becomes nearly impossible as I chase my release. My grip tightens as I fuck into my fist, my head tipping back with a moan. “Fuck, Daddy. I’m gonna—” My stomach clenches as my orgasm takes hold, the force of it taking me by surprise and stealing the breath from my lungs. Cum shoots from my cock, coating my bare skin.
I continue stroking through the blissful waves, eyes locked on the screen as I watch Milo. “I need to see you come,” I mutter, desperately trying to catch my breath.
“Such a good boy, fuck—” Milo growls as thick white lines of cum spill over the black fabric of his boxers.
Our breathing slowly begins to sync up as we both come down from our highs.
“I guess I should let you go now. I need to get cleaned up and should probably try to get some sleep before the madness starts up again tomorrow,” I say with a sigh. The last thing I want to do is hang up the phone, but I know I'll be dead on my feet tomorrow if I don't. Because if we don't hang up now, we'll spend the entire night talking.
“Get some rest.” Milo smiles softly, picking up his phone and bringing it closer to his face. “I’m looking forward to next weekend.”
Those three little words hang in the air between us as we stare at each other through the screen, but neither one of us says them. Saying them for the first time over the phone after everything that's happened doesn't feel right. I'm cooking dinner for him this weekend, and I have every intention of making it as romantic as possible while still being stuck in the confines of my apartment.
The next time I tell Emiliano Cervantes that I love him, he's going to know I mean it. I refuse to ever let him go again.
Chapter forty-six
Reid
A deep groan rumbles from my chest as I stretch my arms over my head, eyes squeezing shut against the bright morning light filtering in through the curtains hanging over my window.
I haven’t had a decent night's sleep in weeks. Truthfully, not since Milo walked away from me outside the gala. Last night with him was exactly what I needed. It may have only been over the phone, but it was enough for me to feel settled.
He has apologized multiple times now, but he’s not the one who has anything to be sorry about. He had every right to walk away from me after I introduced him as merely my professor. I’ll forever be thankful that he’s willing to give me a second chance.
A knock at the apartment door pulls me from my thoughts, and I roll over to grab my phone and check the time. It’s just after six a.m, way too early for visitors of any kind.
