Page 68 of Learn Your Limits
Breath hitching in my throat at the sight of him, I reach a hand out and thread my fingers through his dark hair. “I missed you, too,” I rasp, watching his hands move to the front of my jeans.
While I definitely missed the way he commands and controls my body, I also just missedhim.There has always been something about Milo that calms my mind and warms my heart in a way that no other person ever has.
“May I?” Milo asks, staring up at me with eyes full of lust, darker than their usual gray-green. Heat blooms in my chest as my lips part with panting breaths, nodding my consent. He undoes the button of my jeans and slides the zipper down, and with his eyes locked on mine, he pulls the dark denim down my legs.
Tugging my bottom lip between my teeth, I watch as Milo’s gaze suddenly drops to where my erection is straining against the soft, thin black material of my jockstrap.
“Do you like wearing these, baby?” Milo traces the waistband around my hips before trailing his finger lower, following the curve of my ass.
“I do,” I gasp, hips jolting forward at the sensation of his touch dancing across my skin. My grip tightens in the short length of hair at the nape of his neck. “You look so fucking hot on your knees for me,” I rasp, my hard length pulsing.
“Only for you.” Milo pulls the waistband down until my cock springs free, the material stretching under my base. He grasps me in his fist and licks his lips, nudging back against my hand in his hair. “Now show me how you own me just as much as I own you,” he demands.
He has no idea.
Milo owns me entirely. Everything that I am and all that I want to become belongs to him. There isn’t a single part of me that’s not irrevocably in love with him.
My eyes hold his for a moment, and it feels like he’s baring part of his soul to me, letting me see him for all that he is. I’ll never again do something to jeopardize what we have.
“Open,” I growl, tugging his head back until his lips part. Stepping forward, I tap the head of my cock on his tongue a few times before sliding it between his lips, my eyes rolling back as the heat of his mouth envelops me. His tongue rubs over the sensitive bundle of nerves beneath my tip on the underside of my shaft, and a deep groan emanates from my chest.
Holding his head in place with both hands, my hips thrust forward, sliding my cock deeper into his throat. “Fuck,” I bite out. “I missed your mouth, baby.”
Milo’s hands curl around the back of my thighs, his fingertips digging into my skin. He pulls me close, deeper into his mouth, until his eyes begin to water.
Even with him at my mercy, his lips wrapped taut around me, there’s a challenging glint in his eyes.
The look spurs me on, and I pull back before rolling my hips forward with more force, thrusting until the head of my cockhits the back of his throat. He moans, and the sound sends a delicious vibration over me.
“Touch me,” I demand, desperate to feel him everywhere. Moving one hand behind me to grasp his, I guide his fingers between my cheeks as I press deeper into his mouth, knowing full well that I'll likely come as soon as he does.
Milo wastes no time teasing, lowering his fingers to circle my entrance. The little surprised sound he lets out once he finds my hole lubed and ready for him has me smirking down at him, thrusting into his mouth again and pistoning my hips as I chase my release.
His other hand grips the back of my thigh, encouraging me to take what I need from him. His tongue circles my tip, and my head drops back with a moan, cock pulsing against his tongue. “So fucking close,” I growl.
Without warning, Milo’s fingers wrap around my base, squeezing tightly as he pops his mouth off of me. “You’re not going to come until I’m inside you,” he commands, keeping my cock in his hold as he stands and guides me to the bed.
Fuck, having him lead me by my cock like this shouldn’t be so hot.
“Did you like using my mouth like that?” he asks, pumping me way too slowly.
“So fucking much,” I groan, trying to fight back the urge to grab his hand and make him stroke me faster. Stepping forward to close the slight distance between us, I wrap my hand around the back of his neck and haul him toward me, sealing my lips over his. Each slow stroke of his fist over my length draws more pre-cum to the surface, and he spreads it down my shaft to use as lube, swirling his palm over the crown of my cock.
With a whimper, I shove his hand away and turn to place my back to the bed, desperate to lie down and pull him on top ofme. Instead, Milo grabs my hips and turns me around, his chest pressing to my back.
“Hands and knees, Reid.” His breath is warm as it whispers over the shell of my ear, sending a shiver down my spine. He places a hand between my shoulder blades, guiding me down onto the bed. “Present yourself for Daddy,” he instructs, gravel lacing his voice.
Stretching my arms out in front of me, I slowly lower my body further, my chest pressing into the mattress. The position feels more vulnerable than any other I've ever been in, heat spreading through my veins as I expose myself to him.
“Beautiful,” Milo breathes. My cock twitches at the feeling of his fingers tracing my exposed rim, moving in slow, teasing circles. “Will you let me taste you,Muñeco?”
Holy fuck. Yes, please. Please taste me.
The idea of him putting his mouth on such an intimate part of me sends a fresh wave of arousal straight to my cock. Spreading my knees farther apart, I press my hips back, waiting for the moment I feel his touch, his tongue.
It takes me a minute to realize I didn't actually speak the words out loud, and knowing Milo, he won't do anything until I give my consent.
“Please, Daddy,” I whimper, reaching one hand back to grasp a cheek, holding myself open for him.
