Page 29 of Learn Your Limits
He's uncut, the flushed head of his dick peeking through the taut skin surrounding his tip. Saliva pools in my mouth at the sight of him, my own cock pressing painfully against the zipper of my jeans, aching for attention. But I ignore it.
After what happened in his office and how he just confessed that the idea of me dating someone else has been driving him insane, I want to do this for him. As many times as I’ve been on the receiving end of a hot, wet mouth, I never imagined finally allowing myself to be the one who’s being used. Yet the idea of Emiliano using my mouth, my tongue, mythroatfor his own pleasure sends a wave of lust through my body, pooling in the pit of my stomach as I wait for his instruction. I’ve never touched a cock that wasn’t my own, let alone had one in my mouth.
Ineedthis to be good for him.
“Look at you, Reid. Such a good boy, on your knees for me like you belong there,” Milo rasps, his voice irresistibly low and filled with lust. “Move your hand to the tip of my dick and expose me.” His fingers run through the hair at my temple softly, but itquickly turns into a rough pull. “Slowly,” he commands, leaving no room for disobedience.
Heart hammering in my chest, I lean forward and swipe my tongue over his slit, licking his crown as I use my hand to gently guide the sensitive skin away from his tip. He sucks in a harsh breath when I seal my lips around the head of his cock, a burst of salty pre-cum exploding against my taste buds.
“That’s it,Muñeco,” Milo groans, his hips pressing forward. “Now deeper. I know you can take more of me.”
The moan that rises in my throat is muffled as I sink my mouth farther, keeping my hand wrapped around the base of his cock in an effort to prevent taking him too deep. The last thing I want to do is embarrass myself in front of him.Again. The weight of him on my tongue is an intoxicating feeling I wasn’t prepared for, and it only intensifies my desire for him.
I suck him down as far as I’m able to without triggering my gag reflex and then pull back, swirling my tongue around his tip. Paying attention to the sensitive spot beneath the head, I flick and roll my tongue against the nerve there until his dick pulses between my lips. His tight grip on my hair sends a fresh wave of heat straight to my cock, which has become a leaking mess behind the fabric of my briefs.
“Do you like having your professor’s cock in your mouth, Reid?” His hand now gripping the back of my head, Milo pulls me closer and buries himself a little deeper than before, like he can’t fully control himself. Tears begin to pool in my eyes from the pressure of him in my throat as I release the base of his shaft and slide my hand down to gently roll his balls in the palm of my hand. Moving my other hand down to grasp my dick through my jeans, I squeeze it in an attempt to hold off the release threatening to take over.
My throat tightens with the reflexive urge to gag around his length, and he finally allows me to ease back. He slips free frommy mouth, a string of saliva still connecting his cock to my lips as I gaze up at him, eyes brimming with tears. With my hand wrapped back around him, I stroke him from root to tip with a quickened pace, twisting my palm over the sensitive crown with every other upstroke.
“I want you to come for me, Professor Cervantes,” I rasp, rising on my knees as I undo my belt and jeans as quickly as I can, fumbling with the button and zipper before I finally manage to tug my briefs down just far enough to free my aching erection. Sitting back on the heels of my feet, I take my cock in my hand and begin stroking with a tight fist, as I take Milo into my mouth once more, licking up the pre-cum pooled at his tip.
The taste of him on my tongue has my cock pulsing in the palm of my hand, tension coiling at the base of my spine with the threat of my impending release. I whimper around him as I fist the head of my dick, refusing to come until he spills down my throat.
“Goddamn, baby.” Milo bites the words out through erratic breaths. Suddenly, he grips my hair and forces me off of him, panic squeezing my chest at the thought of having done something wrong.
“What—” My question is cut off when he bends down and slams his lips to mine. It’s an aggressive kiss as his tongue dips into my mouth, no doubt tasting himself on me. The loud groan of pure satisfaction that escapes him leaves me on the edge of coming, but I don’t want to.
Not yet.
He moves away from our kiss, his lustful gaze meeting mine. “You’re going to keep stroking your cock until you come with me, understand? And I’m going to use your mouth until you’re swallowing all of me down.”
“Yes,” I nod frantically, unashamed of how desperate I am for this.
“Take your pleasure,” he commands. “I’ll sure as fuck be taking mine.” And with that, his dick is between my lips again, hips pistoning as he forces me to take him deeper. I stroke my fist up and down my length with force, desperately trying to match the pace he’s setting. The saliva pooling in my mouth from the pressure of feeling him in my throat forces me to swallow around him.
“Fuck,Muñeco,” he growls. His cock thickens against my tongue, and then his hand is on the back of my head again, holding me in place as his release spills down my throat.
The feeling of him pulsing between my lips, and the taste of him on my tongue is what causes my orgasm to rip through me. Milo takes a small step backward, pulling his spent cock free from my lips just as the last of my cum lands on my abdomen and the front of the jeans that I just barely managed to push down my hips.
For a few moments, our panting breaths are the only sound filling the silence. Heat spreads through my body and settles in my chest as his gaze roams over my body. Nobody has ever looked at me with such...admiration.
He reaches down to grab my hand, hauling me up to him. His lips crash into mine, his tongue surging between my lips and flicking against my own. A groan vibrates from my chest at the idea of Milo tasting his own release on my tongue. Pulling back from the kiss, I rest my forehead against his, fighting to catch my breath and calm my racing heart.
“I, um...” A slight tinge of embarrassment flickers in my chest at the feeling of my release coating my stomach and the front of my jeans. “I should probably get cleaned up,” I murmur, pulling my briefs and jeans back up simultaneously.
“As tempting a visage as you are covered in cum,” Milo begins to respond. His finger swipes through the cooling liquid on my stomach, and a shiver travels up my spine. “I agree, we shouldget cleaned up.” A smirk appears on his lips just before his cum-covered finger pushes through them. Moaning and making a show of it, he licks his fingertip clean.
My cock pulses at the possessive display, already aching for more of his attention. He wraps a hand around my neck, pulling my mouth to his and licking at the seam of my lips. He takes advantage of the moan that escapes me, his tongue sliding against mine until the taste of both of us floods my senses. He breaks the kiss with a satisfied grin across his lips as he takes my hand in his, leading me out of the kitchen and toward his bedroom.
I only catch a glimpse of the room as he leads me into the attached en suite. He lets go of my hand and moves toward the shower, getting the water started as I turn to look myself over in the mirror—Hair a mess from the way Milo held on to me as he used my mouth, lips swollen from being wrapped around him, and bare chest covered in my own release.
My body feels like it’s on fire. I’m desperate to experience more of him, morewithhim, and yet satiated in a way I’ve never been before.
“This was a subject I should have brought upbeforebecoming intimate, and I apologize, but,” Milo steps up behind me, his chest pressing into my back as his arms wrap around me. “For the future, would you consider going bare with each other?” His warm breath brushes the shell of my ear.
My body relaxes against his, a wave of heat rolling through my body at the idea of getting to take that step with him someday and having nothing between us. A groan slips free before I say, “I’d consider it.” A slight smirk pulls at the corner of my lips as I meet his gaze in the mirror. “I got tested before the start of the semester, and everything came back clear. I haven’t been with anyone since.”
“My last physical was in August, and I haven’t so much as looked at anyone since meeting you.” Milo’s hands move to the front of my jeans, thumbs curling along the denim waistband and slowly guiding it down off of my hips. “And I’m also clear.” He punctuates his sentence with a soft kiss to my lower back, taking his time to help me shed my clothing before he takes my hand and pulls me into the shower until we’re both standing beneath the hot spray of water.
