Page 69 of Learn Your Limits
“Fuck—” Milo’s curse is replaced by a satisfied groan the instant his tongue lashes over my hole. He licks at me like a man starved, his tongue flicking at my hole and circling my rim before dipping inside.
This is the first time he has ever had his mouth on me in this way, and the feeling is unlike anything else. If he keeps going, I swear I could come from this alone.
I moan, releasing my grip on my cheek and stretching my arms back out in front of me, grasping the comforter. Milo’shands immediately grab the globes of my ass, spreading me open as he devours me. Reaching a hand beneath me, I wrap my fist around the base of my cock, squeezing tight in an attempt to fight off the orgasm threatening to take hold.
He pulls back, and for a second, I think he’s going to give me the reprieve I desperately need. But then he spits on my exposed hole and swirls his finger around my rim.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I chant, torn between wanting to push into his touch and pull away. I don’t want this delicious torture to end, but I don’t know how much more I’ll be able to take without falling over the edge.
And then he stops, the warmth of his body disappearing entirely.
Releasing a groan in frustration, I shift to glance over my shoulder at him, one hand still wrapped tightly around my length. “Why the hell did you stop?” I ask, wincing as soon as the words leave my mouth.
Now probably isn't the time to be releasing my inner brat.
Milo raises a brow at me, holding my gaze as his fingers slide between my cheeks before wrapping firmly around my balls, holding them in his palm. “So fucking eager,Muñeco. But brats don't get what they want,” he taunts, giving them a teasing squeeze.
A string of curses leaves my lips at the way he's tightly grasping them, a new wave of desire flooding my body and pooling low in my stomach.
“I'll be good,” I choke out, pulling in ragged breaths.
He lets out a deep hum of approval, releasing his grip on me and moving his hands back to where they were spreading me open.
Folding my arms beneath my head, my eyes flutter shut as I focus on the feeling of his tongue swirling over the sensitive area surrounding my hole. Slowly, he slides the tip of his finger in,and the pressure is too much for me to handle with the way every nerve ending in my body is on fire.
“Milo,” I whimper, hips jerking when he eases it in deeper. My thumb swirls over my slit to gather the pre-cum pooled there before I begin to fiercely stroke my cock.
Suddenly, there’s a loudsmackaccompanied by a sharp sting on my ass that radiates through my body and has my cock throbbing and dripping between my legs.
Milo spanked me. And ho-ly fuck do I want him to do it again.
“Hands off your cock, Reid,” he growls, smoothing his hand over my stinging flesh. He waits for me to pull my hand away before he says, “Now be a good boy and grab the lube.”
Groaning, I climb off the bed with Milo's help, but he doesn't let me go far. Looping an arm around my waist, he pulls me to him as his other hand grasps the nape of my neck, his thumb moving in soothing circles over my skin. “You're doing so well,Muñeco,” he praises.
Warmth floods my system as I lean down to rest my forehead against his, willing my erratic heartbeat to settle.
“I love you,” Milo rasps, his lips brushing against my cheek with every syllable. His hand on my nape moves, pinching my chin between his fingers as he looks up at me with eyes full of warmth.
“I love you,” I murmur, wrapping my arms around his waist as I lean down to press my lips softly against his. We stand there in silence, breathing each other in, and I swear it's in that moment that our hearts sync.
With a heavy swallow, I step out of his embrace and move to grab the bottle of lube from my nightstand drawer. Milo’s pants and boxers are off when I turn back around, his hand wrapped around his dick as he strokes himself slowly.
“Help get me ready for you,” he says, guiding my free hand to the tip of his length. Flicking open the cap, I drizzle a line of the clear liquid down his shaft. With a groan, I swirl my palm over his crown, gently guiding his foreskin back from his tip to expose him.
“I need you, Emiliano,” I rasp, meeting his heated gaze as I stroke him, focusing my touch on the sensitive nerves beneath his crown.
“I’ll take care of you, baby,” he promises, sealing it with a quick kiss to my lips before his hands are on my waist, turning me to face the bed again. “Relax and let me give you what you need.”
Crawling to the center of the bed on my hands and knees, I glance over my shoulder to watch Milo position himself behind me. He anchors his body to mine, holding my hip in one hand while he wraps the other around his base, guiding the slick blunt head of his dick to my entrance.
Needing to feel him inside of me, I take a steadying breath and press my hips back. “Please, Milo,” I beg. His grip is secure on my waist as he eases forward, finally breaching the tight ring of muscle.
The few weeks we've been apart have felt like torture, and I need to feel connected to him again in this way, to feel the way our bodies fit perfectly together.
"Fuck," Milo curses. "Así, Muñeco. Just like that." His grip turns near-bruising on my hips as he pulls me back, encouraging me to take him deeper. The slight burn is a welcome sensation as I use him to slowly work myself open, moaning when his pelvis rests against my ass.
His heavy breaths and the almost painful way his hands are holding my body to his tell me that he's teetering on the edge just like I am, not yet wanting this to end but desperately needing to sink into the feeling of euphoria as well.
