Page 25 of Learn Your Limits

Chapter twenty-four

Emiliano

Hair tickles my nostrils as I rouse from sleep.

After taking a moment to open my eyes and focus my vision, I notice the man wrapped around me.

Literally. Reid’s body is plastered against mine, his arm thrown over my abdomen and his leg nestled between my thighs while his head rests in the crook of my neck.

A slow smile eases its way on my lips. The memory of last night is as warm as the breath on my chest. Despite the toll these last few weeks have taken on me—on us—it all feels worth it at this moment.

There are things I need to reflect on and possibly compartmentalize for the time being, but I cannot imagine feeling like last night was a mistake.

I’ve made my intentions and what I’m willing to sacrifice for him clear, and that’s all I can give.

At least with it being Fall Break, I’m afforded more time to avoid the real world and any consequences that may come.

I have an escape planned for the week, but I’m afraid I’ll feel the loss of Reid if I follow through. Maybe I can convince him to come with me.

Glancing at my alarm clock, I see it’s well into the morning. Typically, I’m an early riser, so I blame the temptation of Reid’s body for my tardiness.

It feels like a crime to wake him from such a peaceful sleep. His lips are pursed as they rest against my chest, his breathing deep and even as his eyes flutter in reaction to my gentle shaking.

Deciding he might need more to wake him, I crane my neck to place a soft kiss on his temple. “Reid,” I whisper into his hair.

He groans in response, eyes refusing to open as his hand slides down to my waist. His fingers slowly trail along the waistband of my pants as his hips press into my side.

His hand settles with his fingers dipped just beneath the fabric, his breathing once again deep and even as he fights against waking up.

“Reid, it’s time to wake up,” I repeat, my voice a little louder this time.

He feels so good against me, and it pains me to have to wake him up, but I’m set to leave for vacation in a few hours.

Deciding to try a different approach, I grasp the auburn hair at the back of his head and pull him off my chest. Before he makes more than a peep, my lips are on his, coaxing him awake with the promise of more if he just fucking gets up.

He sucks in a breath, his hand grasping my hip as he pulls my body against his.

“Milo,” he groans, breaking the kiss and turning his head to the side, hiding his lips from mine.

“No kissing,” he grumbles, his fingers curling around the waistband of my pants and using his hold on the fabric to pull my body over his.

Laughing, I straddle his hips and look down at him.

“Reid, my cock was in your mouth not ten hours ago. I think you can handle some morning breath.” My fingers brush back the hair falling onto his forehead, rocking myself into him as further enticement to wake up.

“Listen, I am planning to get on the road in a few hours.”

His amber eyes finally open and meet mine, his brows furrowing as he looks up at me. “You’re leaving?”

“I am, and I would like you to consider coming with me.”

His hips press up, his erection grinding against mine as the corner of his lips curl into a smirk. “I’d love to come with you,” he teases, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth as a light blush climbs up his cheeks.

“Well, it seems that’s the only way to fully wake you,” I tease right back, my statement emphasized with a roll of my hips. “Our vacation would start in a couple of hours, Muneco.”

“Wait, you’re serious? You want me to go with you?” He sits up on his elbows, suddenly seeming more awake as his warm eyes search mine.

“I can’t imagine spending any time away from you after last night.” My thumb brushes through the thin trail of hair leading down from his navel, caressing each little freckle I find.

“If spending the break with you is an option, I’m in,” he says. “But I don’t think it’ll take a few hours to get ready. I’m sure you can spare a few minutes...” He lies back, his hands finding my waist and encouraging me to rock against him as he presses up into me.

My eyebrows raise in surprise. “No need for details?” Trailing my fingers from his stomach to his chest and to the dip of his throat, I stare down in wonder. There’s a thrill that comes with the trust he places in me.

“Just tell me what to pack, and we’re good.” He shrugs.

“And if I tell you there’s no need to pack clothing?” I ask with a pointed brow, curious about his answer and how his fantasies might reveal themselves. “That I’d like you naked for the entirety of vacation with me?”

His eyes briefly widen in shock before his expression turns into one of lust as my words sink in. “Then I guess I’m ready to go now,” he teases, biting at his full lower lip much too innocently for what he’s agreeing to.

A growl leaves my throat at his offering. Having Reid naked in a secluded cabin is more than tempting, but it might be too intense of a scenario for him. It is something I’ll pocket for the future, though.

“We’ll leave that particular fantasy for another vacation, baby.”

Keeping one hand at the base of his throat, not quite choking but keeping him in place, I wrap my other hand in the waistband of his borrowed pajamas and tug them down.

A light gasp escapes him as his dick springs free.

Shifting my hips and releasing myself, I hiss at the first contact of my cock on his.

“Reach for the lube in the nightstand, Reid,” I command, leaning back to sit on his thighs so I can grab both our hardened lengths in my hand.

He pulls in a sharp breath, his head pressing into the pillows beneath him as his hips thrust into my touch.

“Lube, Muneco.” I remind him by squeezing the crown of his dick, tsking at his lapse in listening.

Reid’s eyes narrow on mine as he makes a show of stretching out an arm and pulling open the nightstand drawer. Brat. His upper body lifts from the bed with the reach, his throat pressing into my hand as he digs around in the drawer until he finds the bottle of lube stashed there.

Seeming to enjoy my gesture of possession, his eyelids flutter as I increase the pressure of my hand at the base of his throat, his Adam’s apple bobs against my palm as a groan rumbles from his chest. Finally, he hands me the bottle and settles beneath me.

His tongue swipes across his lower lip as he grabs my hips, his heated gaze falling to where my other hand is wrapped around us.

Flicking the top, I lower the bottle and pour the cool liquid onto my cock. I watch as the clear substance drips from me onto him. The fever we’re emanating warms the lube instantaneously.

“Fuck,” I hiss at the delicious slide of our heated cocks.

Wrapping my hand around us again, I grip tightly as I shove my hips forward, fucking into my hand and against his cock.

I do it again and again, starting at a pace that shows no mercy to either of us.

With the look of desperation on Reid’s face—amber eyes battling between closing and taking in every second of our union—I know I’m not alone in my frenzy.

A scenario flashes into my mind as I watch him breathe heavily below me, lost in his ecstasy.

This same position, but with the younger man deep inside of me.

Fuck, I’ve never been much of a bottom, but I can’t get the image of riding Reid, taking control and guiding him through his first time fucking a man, out of my head.

“Do you imagine this same position, but with you inside of me, Reid?” The question escapes me before I think better of it. With feeling like I’m only moments from coming, I’m shocked I can think anything at all. “Is that something you desire?”

A whimper falls from his lips as his head tips back, and I increase the pace of my hand on us. His hips roll forward as he fucks into the tightened grasp. “Yes, I—” His words are halted by a soft gasp as his cock pulses against mine, pre-cum slicking the tip. “Fuck, Milo. I want that.”

“We’ll do it,” I groan, feeling myself get closer to my orgasm with this confession.

“I’ll give you everything, Reid.” I mean it, I’ve come to learn there’s no way I can deny him anything, nor do I want to.

Focusing my hand on our tips and using my weight to grind down onto him, I bite my lip hard enough to draw blood as my cum makes a mess of his stomach. “Fuck, come with me, baby.”

The younger man’s hips move frantically, his thighs trembling beneath my ass.

He screams something I can’t quite hear, the roaring in my ears from my release too loud to make sense of it.

But it’s his face I’m focused on, the pure bliss that settles over his features as the last beads of cum drip from his cock, joining the mess of mine as it pools on his stomach.

“Oh my god,” he sighs. His spent body nearly melts into my bed as he finally relaxes. I’m tempted to lie on him and join, but I know we need to prepare for our impromptu shared trip.

“You’re a lovely sight, but I’m sure this is not something you’d like on you for the rest of the day,” I joke, easing my fingers through our combined release in an indulgent moment before I have to rip myself away from the beautiful man beneath me.

Standing up, I hold my cock with one hand, attempting to quell the evidence of my climax still dripping from it.

“Let’s get cleaned up, and I’ll tell you more about the cabin, Muneco.” I offer my hand in a gesture way too polite for a man with cum-covered hands to be giving.