Page 6 of Learn Your Limits
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JustMilo:If you admitted to the fact, I wouldn’t judge. Does the thought of me taking control of you also turn you on?
JustMilo:I don’t find myself reading too many romances these days with my work obligations, but Ican be convinced to pick up a book with an age gap. Are you saying you have recommendations?
I’m not sure how my cheeks are actually still attached to my face with how hard this man has me smiling. And blushing. I don’t even know if I’ve ever blushed before today, and yet it’s all I seem to be doing with each response from Milo. The photo he sent has my mind running wild. He’s chosen to mimic my pose and leave his face out of the photo, only allowing me a glimpse of his abdomen and the trail of dark hair that leads beneath the waistband of his pants.
I’ve never been intimate with a man, let alone kissed one, yet my mind has no problem conjuring up a whole slew of things we could do together. The things he could teach me.
Yeah, I’m definitely turned on by his age and possible experience.
CallMeCal:Considering the way my body reacted to the question, I’d have to say that, yeah, the thought of you taking control definitely turns me on.
CallMeCal:What about you, Milo? What turns you on?
The heat coiling in my stomach is making it hard to just lay here. I’m desperate for relief but refuse to put my attention on anything aside from this conversation right now. It’s been way too long since I’ve had a real conversation with someone. And this one with Milo is the perfect mix of heat and stimulation. Not gonna lie, I’d love for things to take a more risqué turn, but as much as I’m attracted to him and could go feral over the photohe sent, I don’t want him to think I’m only on this app for the sexual connection.
So books it is.
CallMeCal:That’s a shame. You should find the time to read for pleasure.
CallMeCal:There are plenty of books that feature a couple with a significant age-gap. It’s not as crazy as you might think, Professor. I’ve got a few recs I can send your way.
Chapter six
Emiliano
How much of a dirty old man would I be if I were to text Cal with one hand and wrap the other around my hardening cock?
No, no. I’ll wait. There’s something delicious in the torturous delay between messages and the hopping around conversation subjects. I’m invested in the conversation, inhim.And I can always bring myself release before I head off to bed.
With some effort, I manage to stray my eyes away from Cal’s messages to check the time at the top of my phone. It’s getting late. Not so late that I would fall asleep during our conversation, but late enough to consider starting my night routine. I’d rather not, though. My thoughts, actions, and desires are all centered around Cal right now. I’ll stay up late just to get a couple more texts from this young man who keeps surprising me.
JustMilo:Oh? And how did your body react? I’m dying to know, Cal.
JustMilo:What turns me on? Well, currently... It's you. I’ve got the attention of a young thing like you.A young thing who is eager for me to take control. That definitely beats any other fantasy I can think of right now.
JustMilo:Thank you, Cal. I’ll make sure to look up a few of those and add them to my leisure reading.
As I’m waiting for his reply, I take a moment to open the notes app on my phone to copy the list of books Cal suggested and finish the rest of my wine and cheese.
CallMeCal:My briefs are getting suffocatingly tight.
CallMeCal:Knowing that you’re potentially just as turned on as I am... Well, let’s just say my hand is seeming pretty tempting right about now.
CallMeCal:I’ve uh... I’ve never done this before.
CallMeCal:I don’t want to say the wrong thing, but fuck, Milo. I want you, and that feels crazy to say, because I don’t even really know you.
The temptation to palm my cock for an ounce of relief screams out to me. But again, I refrain. From reading Cal’s texts, it seems like he might have some issues with patience. Not that I mind. I truly meant it when I said eagerness is an attractive quality to me.
Pocketing my phone for a moment, I take the time to walk over and give a quick rinse to my dishes before putting them into the dishwasher. I won’t lie, I also need a moment to breathe and feel the cool stone of the counter underneath my fingers to help ground me. I’m not a man who feels as though he’s not in controlvery often, but fuck, even this early on with Cal, I’m struggling to keep my composure.
I don’t want him to believe I’m ignoring him because that’s the furthest thing from the truth.
Choosing to lean against the counter and respond from the kitchen is my compromise. I fear I might get a little toocomfortableresponding from my bed.
After another few moments of thought, I type out my responses back to him. I may seem desperate and a bit demanding, but this connection is not something I’m willing to jeopardize and much less have him regret if things move too quickly.
