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Using his words as encouragement, I fight through the delicious haze just enough to grab his waist for support as I begin to thrust up into him with force. Milo leans forward, angling his body in a way that has a deep moan escaping himwith each roll of my hips. My head falls back against the back of the chair, eyelids fluttering shut as ecstasy rolls through me. I tighten my hold on him, keeping him steady as I dig my heels into the floor and thrust harder.
I whimper, moving a hand up to wrap around the back of his neck and drag his mouth to mine, nipping at his lower lip. “I’m gonna come,” I warn him.
“You want me to come with you,Muñeco?” Milo asks between panting breaths, his abdomen flexing with the same restraint I feel as I nod. “You want your professor’s cum painting you and marking you as mine?” Keeping a hand on my throat, he wraps his other around his cock, pumping hurriedly as his muscles tense.
His words are all it takes for me to fall over the edge. My cock pulses as I spill inside of him with a moan, my body shuddering beneath his as fireworks burst across my skin.
“That’s it, come for Daddy,” he groans. His neck tenses, hips stuttering as his cum sears my chest. Fuck. He looks gorgeous with pleasure taking over his features, eyes pinched closed and head tilted back as he rides out the wave.
I did that.
The ecstasy written across his face is because ofme, and it’s like a piece of myself that’s been missing finally snaps into place.
Chapter thirty
Emiliano
A slight wind carries the scent of fresh pine, chilling my face pleasantly as I wash the last of the pans from the breakfast I’ve made for us this morning. I’m thankful for it. My blood feels molten, my body unable to hide the excitement from knowing just what Reid is doing right now.
When we woke up, his expression was one full of nerves and excitement as I let him know the plans for today. Cheeks instantly turning red, he agreed and picked up his notebook from the previous night, the lube, the attachment, and the silicone plug before hurrying into the shower.
As I set the table, I think about how Reid blossomed last night, voicing his desires and taking what he needed from my body. I’ve truly never felt so connected to someone in intimacy. The sincerity and vulnerability he bestows upon me leave me feeling complete in a way I’ve never experienced before. He’s a piece I wasn’t aware I was missing.
“So, uh... all good here,” the missing piece states as he comes out of the bedroom.
“Please speak specifically, Reid,” I lecture over my shoulder, seeing him dressed in a casual outfit similar to mine. I turn back to the table only for a moment to finish pouring orange juice for the both of us before I turn to face him fully. “You’ll need to be comfortable speaking up. I know I’m asking a lot of you today, and I need to know how you’re feeling.”
Pulling out a chair, I gesture for him to walk to the table, partly so I can see how he walks with the plug, and because I’m a gentleman, of course. As he approaches, I cannot help but admire the luminosity of his hair. It will never cease to draw me in like a moth to a flame. He’s striking in his outfit today, dark jeans and a hunter green henley. He must be aware that darker shades of green complement him so beautifully and make his hair stand out even more.
“It feels a little weird but not in a bad way,” Reid comments, wincing a little as he sits, but it doesn’t seem like it’s from displeasure.
“Just more aware of the area?” I ask, brushing strands of auburn off his forehead before he nods in answer. Unable to resist the urge, I bend down and kiss his temple. “Thank you for doing this,” I speak softly, backing away to get a better look at him.
“I’ve always been curious about how wearing one would feel.” He shrugs as if it’s nonchalant to wear a plug while playing tourist in a small town. “And there’s something hot about knowing it’s there.”
“I very much agree.” I run my hand around his shoulder as I round the table, trailing my fingers in a less-than-innocent caress.
Taking my seat across from him, I gesture toward the food in an invitation to begin eating. It’s a simple omelet packed with vegetables and a side of fruit. It made sense to eat light with all the treats I’d inevitably be buying us later today.
What’s a little gluttony on vacation, after all?
Reid’s plush lips wrap around achurro con cajeta,and the imagery almost leaves me coughing into my hot coffee. At this point, is there anything this man could do that wouldn’t turn me on?
“Enjoying yourself?” I ask, hiding a small smile behind my cup as we walk closely side by side on the downtown strip of shops. The initial nervousness of being in public with Reid has been slowly fading away.
Our first stop was at anantojitoscafé after Reid had all but floated in the air when the scent of sugary confections hit us. Logically, I know the chance of someone seeing us together, recognizing us in a small town hours away from OU, and knowing who we are to each other is near zero. Still, I couldn’t help but feel like there would be a colleague of mine or a classmate of his, around the corner.
Now though, as I watch Reid thoroughly enjoy his treat and not one person pays us any mind, I only feel joy that we are together on this little outing.
“It’s so good,” he mumbles through a bite.
He reminds me of a puppy who’s just discovered steak.
I hold my coffee in my right hand, Reid standing to my left as our shoulders occasionally brush while we walk together in step. After a minute, hischurrohas been devoured, and we stand at one of the first shops I planned for us to visit.
“An art studio?” Reid asks, peeking inside the store while he wipes his sugary hands clean. I take the chance to walk to the entrance of the shop and open the door for him. I don’t have any particular interest in art—unless it’s his—but I knew this would be somewhere he would appreciate.
“And a supply store if there’s anything you’d like to get.” The implication that I will be buying him anything he’d like is one I hope he picks up on. Either way, he’ll understand, even if I have to race him to the cash register to do so.
