Page 41 of Learn Your Limits
“I can get nude if you’d like a more risqué model.” Milo’s smirk is teasing, his eyes crinkling with the movement, even when he doesn’t look up from his book.
It takes all of my restraint not to groan from the offer. The idea of drawing Milo while he's naked on the couch, maybe with one arm behind his head and one leg bent at the knee, sends a fresh wave of heat down my spine.
I can’t take it any longer.
Leaving my sketchbook open on the table, I stand up slowly, clenching my jaw from the pressure of the plug as I cross the room to him. He sets his book aside, his eyes lifting to meet mine. Milo’s heated gaze trails over my body, leaving fire in itswake as I brace a hand on his broad shoulder and settle in his lap, my knees on either side of his thighs. The position makes the plug feel deeper, and I can’t fight back the groan that escapes my lips as I drop my forehead to his.
“Too distracted?” Milo asks, his hands wrapping around my waist, meeting at my lower back. He pulls me close to him, and I feel his fingers slide down to my ass. The way the tips of his fingers stop,rightbefore reaching where I need to feel him most, is definitely done on purpose.
“I'm gonna hold you to that offer, but right now...” Asking for what I want, and being the one to make the first move, has my stomach twisting into knots, but there’s an underlying current of excitement rushing through my veins. “Emiliano, I can't wait any longer. Ineedyou.” I don’t have it in me to be embarrassed about the whimper that falls from my lips, my hips rolling against him as my cock strains against the zipper of my jeans.
“You did so good today,” Milo praises, his fingers hooking into the waistband of my jeans. “Unbutton your pants so I can slide them down,Muñeco.”
I shift back and drop my hands to the front of my jeans, quickly popping the button and working the zipper down before moving a hand back to Milo’s shoulder. Sliding a hand to the back of his neck, my fingers rake through his hair as I pull his mouth to mine, capturing his lips in a frenzy.
He bites my bottom lip as he begins tugging my pants down at the same time I feel him shift his hips up. He pulls until my jeans and boxer briefs sit halfway down my ass, leaving the plug exposed as he settles me back into his lap.
“Was your cock hard all day with this inside of you?” Milo asks against my lips, tapping the tips of his fingers against the base of the plug.
The sensation sends a jolt of lightning racing up my spine, heat spreading through my body as I moan in response. Swipingmy tongue over his bottom lip, I lean forward until my chest is pressed against his, my fingers tugging the hair at the base of his neck. “All day,” I admit, sealing my lips over his. My other hand moves to his waist, slipping beneath the soft fabric of his shirt as my fingertips trail along the waistband of his pants.
I’m aching to feel his bare skin against mine.
Releasing my grip on his hair, I grab the hem of his shirt and lean back just enough to pull it off over his head before tossing it to the ground. “Need you,” I say, carding my fingers through his dark hair once more as I grip the short length and use it to tug his head back. Leaning forward, I press my lips to his before slowly kissing along his stubbled jawline, working my way to his neck as I suck and bite at the sensitive skin. “Please.” The word slips free with a whine, but I don’t have it in me to be embarrassed by the sound.
“Bedroom,” Milo orders, emphasizing the word with a heavy tap to the plug. “The quicker we go, the quicker I’ll be inside you, baby.”
A small disappointed groan leaves me before I can think better of it. Logically, Iknowhe can’t just give me his cock without a little more prep, but the horny side of my brain doesn’t agree.
A hand suddenly wraps around the back of my neck, holding it tightly and forcing me to meet Milo’s disapproving stare. “Don’t pout. You’ll be full of my cock soon enough.” He straightens and begins sitting us up, my legs sliding off his lap as I move to stand in the space between the couch and coffee table. Milo stands shirtless in front of me, a very noticeable strain in his pants as he says, “This is your first time, and I won’t risk your safety by rushing into things.”
Okay, he has a point.
Pulling my jeans and briefs up just enough so they hang low on my hips, I grab his hand and pull him after me toward thebedroom. I don’t know how much longer I can wait to feel his body against mine with no barriers between us.
Last night was incredible. Being inside of Milo was more than I could have ever imagined, but it wasn’t enough. Being with him—the way he looks at me and treats me like I’m everything to him—has awakened a piece of me that’s lay dormant for far too long.
As soon as we step into the bedroom, the fire coursing through me simmers, and a fresh wave of nerves coil deep in my stomach with the fear of somehow messing this up. Tomorrow, we’ll be leaving and heading back to campus. I don’t know when we’ll get another chance to take our time with each other.
I want this to be perfect.Needit to be.
The frenzy that had been burning beneath my skin calms as I turn to face Milo. Slowly reaching behind my head to grasp the collar of my shirt, I pull it off and drop it to the floor.
He moves toward me with careful, measured steps, and the storm brewing behind his gaze makes me squirm. I can't tell if it's from the low lighting in the room or how wide his pupils are blown, but his eyes seem to darken as he takes in my body.
With a hand on my hip, he guides me to sit on the bed. Bracing my hands behind me, I lean back as I watch him, running my tongue over my lower lip as his stormy green eyes rake over my bare torso.
“Please, let me.” Milo digs his hands underneath my thighs as he kneels down, holding my gaze as he settles on the floor.
Trying to remember how to breathe seems pointless when the way he looks on his knees between my legs steals the air from my lungs. Even in this position, his presence is still dominating. I don’t bother to fight back the groan that emanates from my chest when I feel his fingers tighten against my thighs. My teeth graze over my bottom lip as I nod, lifting my hips as he simultaneously pulls off my jeans and briefs.
The first touch of Milo’s lips on my bare skin leaves me shivering, my body becoming a trembling mess as he kisses along my lower legs and knees. His hands grip the inside of my thighs as he pushes them apart, and I gasp from the suddenly vulnerable position. The sound quickly transforms to a moan as I feel him sucking on the sensitive skin there.
He’s leaving a hickey.
Leaning back, Milo smiles as he looks at the purple-red bruise already forming on my skin. “Light marking was on your list. How did that feel?” he asks me in an almost clinical way that shouldn’t sound so fucking sexy.
My eyes shift to my cock, pre-cum pooling at the tip as though the sight alone should answer his question. But the way his gaze is burning into mine tells me that he’s purposely waiting for a verbal response.
