Page 38 of Learn Your Limits
Arching my back, I lower myself onto the tips of his fingers, begging him for more. Biting at my lip from the stretching sensation, I shift until his fingers are angled more upward inside of me. “Move. Fuck me with your fingers and get your cock ready for Daddy.”
His gaze searches mine as though he’s looking for any hint of hesitation before he obeys. Thrusting his fingers all the way in, he curls them and applies pressure, releasing his own cock and wrapping his hand around my hard length. “You’re so fucking tight,” he groans. “I can only imagine how good it’s gonna feel to be inside of you.” He pulls his fingers out slowly, until just the tips of them are still inside of me, before pressing back in and spreading them apart. He’s carefully stretching me while his other hand moves leisurely over my cock.
Every muscle in my body tenses in barely contained rapture. Reid’s fingers are still a caress, despite the firm thrusts into my hole, and it leaves me aching for him to fill me with his gorgeous cock. “Such a good fucking boy. Your fingers feel amazing,” I breathe out. “Now suck my cock while you give me a third.”
He pulls them completely free, leaving me aching and empty as his gaze falls to my hole. “Holy fuck,” he groans, finally pressing three fingers to my entrance and slowly sliding them in. His movements are careful and measured as though he's afraid of hurting me, his body trembling with restraint. Repeating his earlier motions, this time, he thrusts his fingers back in with more force than before, his hot mouth wrapping around the head of my cock. A deep, guttural moan rumbles from his chestas his tongue swipes over my slit before taking my length to the back of his throat.
My fingers tighten, grabbing hold of Reid’s auburn locks and following the motion as his head bobs up and down my length. I roll my hips into the rhythm of his fingers, greedy for them to be as deep as they can inside of me while his wicked mouth envelops my cock. I feed on the desperation rolling off him in waves, every thrust of his fingers in me, every mouthful of my cock he takes, I feel myself getting lost with him.
But I refuse to fully succumb. Not when I’ve been dreaming of how he will feel inside of me as I sink onto him and take what I want. “Up,” I demand, my voice hoarse with restraint.
Reid doesn’t hear me, seemingly enchanted by my body. With his eyes closed, I can see the way his delicate lashes flutter, cheeks hollow with exertion. My god, this man is beautiful. He’s beautiful and brilliant andmine.
Tightening my grip in his hair is what makes him finally open his eyes and pause the movement of his fingers. “I saidup.” Before he has a chance to comply or complain, I straighten myself while pulling his head back hard enough to make him rise from his kneeling position and sit back in the chair, taking me along with him.
Reid’s hiss from the roughness of the motion is replaced by a grin almost immediately, his amber eyes brightening while he watches me settle onto his lap. My thighs spread wide on either side of his, one hand remaining in his hair while the other braces on a broad shoulder for support. I shiver as the younger man’s hands trail the back of my legs, moving up to knead at my ass.
“Fucking finally,” he beams.
Chapter twenty-nine
Reid
Holy fuuuck.
The words drag out in my mind as Milo straddles my thighs and settles in my lap. His body is solid and steady against mine. It's different from anything else I've ever felt. What we have goes far deeper than mere attraction. He makes me feel safe, desired, and cared for in a way nobody else ever has. Hiding our relationship and pretending that he means nothing to me was already a challenge, and after this, it’s going to feel downright impossible.
“I’ve been waiting for this for so long.” I don’t mean to speak the words out loud, but with the way he’s looking at me—like I’m his entire world—I can’t be mad that they slipped out.
“Me too, baby,” Milo rasps, his thumb rubbing small circles on my shoulder, so tender and sweet, like I’m not an inch away from being inside of him for the first time.
My eyes trail over the light dusting of hair across his chest and intricately designed tattoo, moving down from his navel and leading to his hard cock. He’s gorgeous. The sight of him has my mouth watering, my dick throbbing with the need to finallyknow what it's like to be connected to him in this way. To have nothing else between us.
His grasp on my hair, the warmth of his hand on my shoulder, and the way his stormy eyes burn into mine have my heart kicking in my chest. I wish I could capture this moment between us like a photograph, something to study closely as I work to recreate it on canvas. I don't know if I would ever be able to do him justice with my art, but I'd happily spend hours trying.
Wrapping a hand around the back of his neck, I haul him toward me and press my lips to his in a searing kiss. The way his mouth moves against mine, and the gentle scrape of his facial hair against my jaw, has a fire burning beneath my skin and blazing through my veins. My entire body trembles in anticipation as Milo kisses me back roughly. The feeling of his lips on mine possesses me just as much as his fingers tightly wrapped in my hair.
“Fuck,” he groans, the quake in his voice a physical thing as his mouth just barely separates from mine when he speaks. “I need you in me,Muñeco.” The hand tangled in my hair moves, his body shifting on mine as he grabs ahold of my hard length. I nod before capturing his lips once more, heart pounding in my chest as he guides the thick head of my cock to his hole.
This is really happening.
My breath catches in my throat as I grab his hip, anchoring myself to him. He slowly begins to sink down just enough for the crown of my cock to slip past the first tight ring of muscle.
“Emiliano…” I rasp on a long, drawn-out moan. I’m barely inside of him, and already, he feels hot and fucking perfect. He hisses out a long breath, his nails digging crescents into my shoulders as the tight heat of his body surrounds my length.
“Reid...” There’s a slight tremble to his voice as his stormy green eyes gaze down at me, never breaking contact as he takes my last few inches.
“Holy shit,” I breathe, my grip tightening on his hip once I’m fully inside of him. He hasn’t even begun to move yet, and already, his ass is squeezing my cock so tightly, I’m ready to combust. The pressure is more than I could have ever imagined, and I’m desperate to thrust up into him. Desperate to lose myself in this feeling of being entirely connected.
To submit and truly give myself over to him.
Releasing his hip, my hands glide over every inch of his skin, committing every feature of him and this moment to memory. I slip an arm around his waist, grasping his ass cheek in one hand as my other hand wraps around his cock, slowly moving my fist up and down his length.
“I want you to lose yourself in me. I can take it,” Milo groans, lifting himself only to slam down onto me again, his hips finding a wild rhythm that has him fucking into my fist with every thrust. “Be my good boy and fuck me hard, Reid.”
A small gasp leaves me when I feel one of his hands slip away from my shoulder and wrap around my throat. The sound quickly turns to a gravel-laced growl as he applies pressure, not enough to steal the air from my lungs, but enough to heighten the euphoric sensation taking over my body.
I move my fist up to the exposed crown of his cock, my thumb swirling over his slit and gathering the pre-cum pooled there. I release my hold on his length and run the pad of my thumb over my tongue, moaning as I taste him. A weightlessness overtakes my body as a deep pressure begins to build at the base of my spine. Between the way he’s grinding against me and the feeling of his hand wrapped around my throat, losing myself in him is inevitable.
