Page 42 of Learn Your Limits
“So fucking g—” The word catches in my throat as he leans in, running his tongue over the mark before he nips at the area. “Milo, please.” I'm not even entirely sure what I'm pleading for.
“Breathe, baby. I've got you,” he says, brushing his lips over the sensitive skin of my inner thigh once more. Closing my eyes as my head falls back, I focus on the heat of his mouth as he slowly works his way toward my aching cock. My abdomen clenches in anticipation when I think he's going to finally wrap his lips around me, but then the heat of his body disappears.
I groan in protest as I open my eyes and watch as Milo pulls himself up from where he'd been kneeling and moves over to the nightstand. “What are you doing?” I ask, desperate for him to come back.
“Lube,Muñeco. We’ll need plenty of it.” He grabs the bottle of clear liquid and walks back over to stand between my legs.
With his dark eyes on mine, he tosses the bottle onto the bed beside me before his fingers graze the waistband of his pants, drawing my gaze down. Milo works to unbutton and unzip them,and I track each movement. “Let me see you,” I say, glancing up to find his eyes already on my face.
“Someone’s feeling impatient,” he teases.
“You're torturing me,” I whine, shifting my hips back and forth as I fight against the pressure of the plug. “Please, Emiliano,” I try. “I need to see you. I need you to take the plug out and touch me. Suck me,” I groan at the sound of my own desperation. “Dosomething,” I beg.
I’ve always been the type to hold on to my control, but something about this man has me wanting to completely relinquish it to him.
“Why would I hurry when you beg so beautifully?” he asks, methodically pulling his pants off and folding them before he lays them over the back of the sitting chair we defiled last night. He’s either completely unaware of the effect his words have on me, or he’s deliberately choosing to test my limits by continuing my torture.
“Milo, if you don’t get over here and put me out of my damn misery, I’ll do it myself,” I growl, wrapping my hand around the base of my dick as I watch him.
My threat doesn’t make him move any faster. Instead, he crosses his arms as he raises a brow in my direction. The work of art inked across his chest somehow seems more prominent with the way he’s standing, and my gaze travels over the intricate design before moving down his body. His cock is visibly straining against the fabric of his briefs as he watches me, his demeanor commanding my attention as I move my hand leisurely over my hard length.
“Your hand doesn’t feel as good as my mouth will, and you know it.”The bite of his voice has my eyes lifting to his. “So impatient… I’m wondering if I should reward such bad behavior.”
Chapter thirty-two
Emiliano
A desperate whine reaches my ears as I watch Reid remove his hand from his cock. It settles on his hip, his fingers twitching against the smooth expanse of skin as wide, pleading eyes wait for my next words.
Closing the space between us, I take a moment to caress his quivering thighs, trying to calm him down with reassuring pressure. I’m serious about taking things slow and preparing him enough to be as comfortable as possible. Even with all the preparations made, I know it can still be an intimidating experience.
“Put your hands to better use and hold your legs open for me.” My voice is low and unhurried as I reach over and grab the bottle of lube from the bed.
His head tips back as he slowly takes a deep breath, his hands moving to his thighs as he does what I asked and pulls his legs back. A soft whimper falls from his lips, the vulnerable position bringing a blush to his cheeks.
“Good boy.”
Flicking open the bottle, I pour a generous amount of lube into my cupped hand. Spreading my fingers, I teasingly allow some drops to fall onto his flushed cock before reaching lower to find his stretched hole. I let the cool liquid slide over his skin and coat the base of the plug before I wrap my slicked fingers around the black silicone and give a testing tug.
“How does that feel,Muñeco?” My fingers still as I scan his face.
He hisses through clenched teeth before a groan rumbles from his chest. “Stop teasing me,” he begs.
Pulling the plug a little harder, I stare down and shake my head in displeasure. “That’s not an answer, Reid.”
“It feels good,” he growls. “But it’s not enough. Please, Milo... Take it out.”
“No,” I reply, my voice steady compared to the bit of anguish heard in his. Reid is being a brat while I’m trying to keep him safe. “I think I’d rather put it further in.” In a quick move, I flatten my hand against the base of the plug and push it as deep as it’ll go into his hole.
He gasps as his cock pulses against his lower abdomen. “Milo,” he moans as his fingers dig into his thighs, his hold on them tightening. “Okay, okay. I’ll be good.”
“I know you’re frustrated.” I pump the plug into him a few times, angling it to stretch him more. “But my cock is a lot larger than the plug, baby.” Bending forward, I wrap my mouth around Reid’s cock while sliding out the widest part of the toy.
“Ho-ly fuuuck,” he chokes out, releasing one of his thighs and moving his hand to the back of my head. His fingers slide through my hair as he grips the short length, his body tense and trembling beneath mine as his pre-cum coats my tongue.
A loud, satisfied groan emanates from my chest at the taste of him. My tongue traces every inch of Reid’s cock, paying special attention to his crown as I swirl my tongue around it, devouringthe drops of pre-cum that pool at his tip. To my dismay, we haven’t had many opportunities to fully explore each other with the short amount of time we’ve been allowed. But that will all change once the semester is over.
I will claim every inch of this man.
