Page 31 of Learn Your Limits
Chapter twenty-nine
Reid
Holy fuuuck.
The words drag out in my mind as Milo straddles my thighs and settles in my lap.
His body is solid and steady against mine.
It's different from anything else I've ever felt. What we have goes far deeper than mere attraction. He makes me feel safe, desired, and cared for in a way nobody else ever has. Hiding our relationship and pretending that he means nothing to me was already a challenge, and after this, it’s going to feel downright impossible.
“I’ve been waiting for this for so long.” I don’t mean to speak the words out loud, but with the way he’s looking at me—like I’m his entire world—I can’t be mad that they slipped out.
“Me too, baby,” Milo rasps, his thumb rubbing small circles on my shoulder, so tender and sweet, like I’m not an inch away from being inside of him for the first time.
My eyes trail over the light dusting of hair across his chest and intricately designed tattoo, moving down from his navel and leading to his hard cock.
He’s gorgeous. The sight of him has my mouth watering, my dick throbbing with the need to finally know what it's like to be connected to him in this way. To have nothing else between us.
His grasp on my hair, the warmth of his hand on my shoulder, and the way his stormy eyes burn into mine have my heart kicking in my chest. I wish I could capture this moment between us like a photograph, something to study closely as I work to recreate it on canvas.
I don't know if I would ever be able to do him justice with my art, but I'd happily spend hours trying.
Wrapping a hand around the back of his neck, I haul him toward me and press my lips to his in a searing kiss.
The way his mouth moves against mine, and the gentle scrape of his facial hair against my jaw, has a fire burning beneath my skin and blazing through my veins.
My entire body trembles in anticipation as Milo kisses me back roughly.
The feeling of his lips on mine possesses me just as much as his fingers tightly wrapped in my hair.
“Fuck,” he groans, the quake in his voice a physical thing as his mouth just barely separates from mine when he speaks.
“I need you in me, Muneco.” The hand tangled in my hair moves, his body shifting on mine as he grabs ahold of my hard length.
I nod before capturing his lips once more, heart pounding in my chest as he guides the thick head of my cock to his hole.
This is really happening.
My breath catches in my throat as I grab his hip, anchoring myself to him. He slowly begins to sink down just enough for the crown of my cock to slip past the first tight ring of muscle.
“Emiliano…” I rasp on a long, drawn-out moan. I’m barely inside of him, and already, he feels hot and fucking perfect. He hisses out a long breath, his nails digging crescents into my shoulders as the tight heat of his body surrounds my length.
“Reid...” There’s a slight tremble to his voice as his stormy green eyes gaze down at me, never breaking contact as he takes my last few inches.
“Holy shit,” I breathe, my grip tightening on his hip once I’m fully inside of him.
He hasn’t even begun to move yet, and already, his ass is squeezing my cock so tightly, I’m ready to combust. The pressure is more than I could have ever imagined, and I’m desperate to thrust up into him.
Desperate to lose myself in this feeling of being entirely connected.
To submit and truly give myself over to him.
Releasing his hip, my hands glide over every inch of his skin, committing every feature of him and this moment to memory. I slip an arm around his waist, grasping his ass cheek in one hand as my other hand wraps around his cock, slowly moving my fist up and down his length.
“I want you to lose yourself in me. I can take it,” Milo groans, lifting himself only to slam down onto me again, his hips finding a wild rhythm that has him fucking into my fist with every thrust. “Be my good boy and fuck me hard, Reid.”
A small gasp leaves me when I feel one of his hands slip away from my shoulder and wrap around my throat. The sound quickly turns to a gravel-laced growl as he applies pressure, not enough to steal the air from my lungs, but enough to heighten the euphoric sensation taking over my body.
I move my fist up to the exposed crown of his cock, my thumb swirling over his slit and gathering the pre-cum pooled there.
I release my hold on his length and run the pad of my thumb over my tongue, moaning as I taste him.
A weightlessness overtakes my body as a deep pressure begins to build at the base of my spine.
Between the way he’s grinding against me and the feeling of his hand wrapped around my throat, losing myself in him is inevitable.
Using his words as encouragement, I fight through the delicious haze just enough to grab his waist for support as I begin to thrust up into him with force.
Milo leans forward, angling his body in a way that has a deep moan escaping him with each roll of my hips.
My head falls back against the back of the chair, eyelids fluttering shut as ecstasy rolls through me.
I tighten my hold on him, keeping him steady as I dig my heels into the floor and thrust harder.
I whimper, moving a hand up to wrap around the back of his neck and drag his mouth to mine, nipping at his lower lip. “I’m gonna come,” I warn him.
“You want me to come with you, Muneco?” Milo asks between panting breaths, his abdomen flexing with the same restraint I feel as I nod.
“You want your professor’s cum painting you and marking you as mine?
” Keeping a hand on my throat, he wraps his other around his cock, pumping hurriedly as his muscles tense.
His words are all it takes for me to fall over the edge. My cock pulses as I spill inside of him with a moan, my body shuddering beneath his as fireworks burst across my skin.
“That’s it, come for Daddy,” he groans. His neck tenses, hips stuttering as his cum sears my chest. Fuck. He looks gorgeous with pleasure taking over his features, eyes pinched closed and head tilted back as he rides out the wave.
I did that.
The ecstasy written across his face is because of me, and it’s like a piece of myself that’s been missing finally snaps into place.