Page 49 of Learn Your Limits
I knew we would eventually claim each other’s bodies at some point this weekend, and I wanted to surprise him. I just hope he likes it, especially because it's a lot more comfortable than I imagined it would be.
Not yet wanting to ruin the surprise, I shift my body over his, wrapping a hand around the back of his neck as I lean in to kiss him. Milo’s hands move to my waist, anchoring my body as I roll my hips down into his.
“I’ve missed taking my time with you,” he murmurs against my lips. A soft moan escapes me as I lick over the seam of hislips. My cock throbs behind my sweats when his tongue brushes against mine. Pressing a hand to the center of his chest, I sit up and straddle his hips. Holding his stormy green gaze, I reach for the hem of my shirt and pull it off over my head, tossing it to the floor.
Milo’s eyes rake over my bare chest, leaving a path of fire blazing over my skin before meeting mine.
“I have a surprise for you,” I say softly, a smirk curling at my lips as my hands roam over his chest, my fingers grazing over his nipples through the soft fabric of his shirt.
“Oh, do you?” he asks with a mirroring smirk. Milo's back arches to press his chest into my touch, his hips grinding into mine. I can feel him hard and straining against the thin material of his pants. “Would it be too optimistic of me to hope it involves your cock?” His voice is smooth, sinking into me like liquid fire as one of his hands slips down to palm the outline of my erection, and my head drops back with a groan as I thrust into his touch.
I’m desperate for more of him, but I don’t want to rush this. Though I don’t know how much longer I’ll be able to sit here without feeling his body against mine.
“I guess you’ll have to unwrap it and see for yourself,” I say softly, taking his hands in mine and guiding them to my waist.
Milo’s eyes dart from mine to where his fingers play with the drawstring of my pants. “Wrapped in a pair of gray sweatpants, hm?” He easily undoes the loose knot. “Lean back,Muñeco,” he orders, nodding his head to the empty part of the sofa behind me. “I want to play with my present.”
"It was the best wrapping I could find," I tease, swiping my tongue over my bottom lip before tugging it between my teeth as I shift off of him. An electric current buzzes beneath the surface of my skin as I lean back on my forearms. Milo adjusts his position until he's hovering over me, his hands moving slowlyover my thighs. Reaching out, I press a hand to his shoulder to halt his movements. “Seems a little unfair that your shirt is still on.”
He releases a low groan of frustration as he sits back and reaches behind his head, grabbing the collar of his shirt and pulling it off. He balls the material up and tosses it across the room. “You know, Reid. It's not very nice to say you have a surprise for me and then make me wait to unwrap it,” he growls.
I move back onto my forearms and spread my legs wide, planting one foot on the floor while my other leg rests against the back of the couch. My cock pulses as I hold his gaze, aching for his attention.
Chapter thirty-seven
Emiliano
My fingers curl around the waistband of Reid's pants as I invade his space with a pent-up ferocity. Normally a more cautious man—if you could say that about someone currently in a forbidden relationship—I’ve given up all pretense of calm. It’s been too long since I’ve had Reid to myself in an environment where we can justbe.
Keeping my eyes trained to his is a near impossible task as I pull down his sweats. I’ve only brought them down a few inches before his eager smile hypnotizes me, slowing me down once again.
“You’re gorgeous, Reid.” My hands pause their ministration, almost as if they are awe-struck too. He’s sprawled on my couch half-naked, confident and so different from the man I met at the beginning of this semester. Albeit, the same rosy blush still shows on his face. I don’t think I’ll ever tire of it.
He reaches a hand out and cups my jaw, his thumb running over my bottom lip. “You’re the only one who makes me feel this way, Milo. I’ve never...” His voice softens as his eyes searchmine. “I’ve never felt this way about anyone before. Only you, baby.”
Baby.
It’s the first time Reid has ever called me that, and heat spreads through my chest from hearing the term of endearment fall from his lips. I haven’t been one for pet names in past relationships, thinking myself too serious for them.
Coming from him, though… It resonates in a way that nearly leaves me breathless. Even with me taking the more dominant role in our relationship, he’s claimed me just as much, and I don’t fear being unguarded around him.
I place a small kiss on his thumb, nuzzling into his hold and closing my eyes to take in the moment. “Only a few more weeks,” I murmur, but whether I’m reassuring myself or him, I can’t tell.
“Only a few more weeks,” Reid echoes, sliding his hand from my face to the exposed part of his upper thigh. “But fornow,you’re missing out on your present.” He chuckles nervously, a light blush painting his cheeks.
He adjusts his legs and lifts his hips as I slowly drag his sweats down, finding his cock straining against the thin material of a black jockstrap. A deep groan leaves my lips at the lovely sight. Taking a second to set his pants on the coffee table, I turn back to find his legs splayed open again, giving me a full view of him.
“Trying something new?” I ask, running my hands softly up his thighs until my fingertips reach the straining fabric.
He runs a hand down his torso, his fingertips dragging over the ridges of his abdomen before tracing the outline of his cock, drawing my attention. “It makes me feel”—he takes a slow, deep breath—“confident. But I also thought you might like it.”
“Oh, I love it,” I reply softly as I trace my fingers along the edge of the black fabric, down his sack until they meet the bare skin of his exposed ass. Slippery silicone brushes my fingertips,and I dart my eyes down to see Reid’s hole stretched over a plug. “Is this part of my present as well?”
Reid nods and licks his bottom lip, daring to look bashful when he’s had a plug inside of him for who knows how long.
“Seems unfair that I haven’t gotten you anything.” My fingers stay on the plug, pushing it in only slightly while I keep my eyes trained on his face. “Is there something I can give you,Muñeco?”
Reid moves the jockstrap to the side, making his hard cock jolt out of the fabric in front of me. “Just touch me,” he pleads with a shift of his hips. “I want you to suck my cock, Emiliano.”
