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Miles

HE WAS walking toward his dorm with Ezra and their friend Hailey.

He was lost in his thoughts while the two of them were discussing their weekend plans.

His phone beeping had a smile spreading on his lips.

He’d put a special sound on Kaz’s messages.

He’d pretty much Pavloved himself into that excited response.

He was an idiot. An idiot who was very much into Kaz Tailler.

Who would’ve thought? Him . Into Kaz . In a sorta-relationship with Kaz.

Hell must have frozen over.

He pulled out his phone and only smiled wider when he read Kaz’s message.

I may have done something crazy. I think you’ll like it, though.

If it was anything like his last crazy idea, which had been sending him a picture of his very hard cock in the middle of class, then he was pretty sure he’d like this idea, too. Especially if it ended in phone sex like the picture had.

He glanced up to make sure he wasn’t about to walk into a streetlight because he’d maybe done that before when he’d been staring down at his phone in the middle of a conversation with Kaz.

His breath caught in his throat when he saw the man leaning back against his motorcycle in the parking lot, and he stumbled over his own feet. He managed to not fall on his face, and though his heart started pounding frantically, he somehow kept walking.

“Uh. Guys? I’ll catch up with you later.”

Ezra’s gaze shot toward Kaz, then back at Miles, before he gave him a look he didn’t care to decipher.

“Sure. See you,” Hailey said with a wave.

He was too stunned to wave back as Ezra and Hailey headed into the dormitory.

His feet took him toward Kaz who looked sexy as hell in his leather cut, white T-shirt, and dark blue faded jeans. His black hair looked windswept but the helmet resting on the seat told him it was because Kaz had run his fingers through it. He looked amazing.

“Kaz,” he said breathlessly as he stopped a few feet from him.

Kaz grinned at him with that naughty and flirtatious smile he had once hated and now would do almost anything to see.

“Told you I had a crazy idea,” Kaz said, and the sound of his husky voice did things to Miles’s body that he’d probably never admit to.

Kaz pushed away from the bike, and Miles was wrapping his arms around him the next second, their mouths crashing together in a hungry kiss.

He felt fingers slide into his hair, grabbing hold to tilt his head, and then Kaz’s tongue slipped into his mouth.

Heat surged through him like a live wire, lighting up his whole body.

He pulled back, gasping for breath as he stared at Kaz.

“What the hell are you doing here?”

Kaz’s lips lifted at one corner.

“I had some business close by and nothing else to do all weekend.”

“You wanna see my room?”

Kaz cocked a brow at him. “If that’s your way of asking if I wanna fuck, then yeah, I wanna see your room.”

Miles threw his head back and laughed more freely than he had in weeks. Fuck, but he’d missed Kaz. They talked or texted every day but seeing him in person was just so different. So much better.

“C’mon,” he said and grabbed Kaz’s hand to tug him toward the entrance of the dormitory.

He led Kaz through the first floor and up the stairs to his room. He checked that his roommate was out before dragging Kaz inside and locking the door behind them.

Arms wrapped around him from behind, lips teasing the side of his neck. He caught himself against the door, groaning when Kaz pressed his front to his back, something hard pressing against his ass. Hands slid under his shirt, teasingly close to his waistband.

He turned around, unsurprised to have Kaz pushing him back against the door, one hand grasping his hip, the other against the door above his head.

“I missed you.” The words left his mouth before he had a chance to stop them, and he internally cringed.

“Good.”

His gaze snapped to Kaz’s face, breath hitching at the heat he saw in Kaz’s eyes.

Kaz’s lips spread in a wicked smile as he lowered his head, lips only a hairsbreadth from Miles’s as he whispered, “I want to be the only one you think about. The only one you want.”

Kaz was in luck, then, because he occupied his every thought.

Kaz leaned back just enough to meet Miles’s gaze, and he felt like breathing was suddenly optional because what he saw in those gray eyes took his breath away.

He’d never felt more wanted in his life.

He’d never felt a need to belong anywhere.

Not until Kaz. He wanted to belong with Kaz more than he’d ever wanted anything in his life.

“Yes,” he whispered.

Fingers slid into his hair as lips found his in a deep kiss he felt through his whole body.

He tugged on Kaz’s shirt, and Kaz stepped back to shrug out of his cut, placing it over Miles’s desk chair before he reached behind his head and pulled his shirt off.

Miles was smiling as he ran his gaze over all that tan skin, enjoying the sight of Kaz’s rippling muscles and thick arms. All those tattoos he wanted to lick.

He looked so damned good. Even better than he remembered, and he hadn’t thought that possible.

Kaz reached for his belt, and Miles snapped to, jerking his shirt off and shoving his pants down before Kaz could undo his jeans. He stepped out of his shoes and pants, frowning when Kaz let his hands fall to the side, button and zipper still done up.

“Kaz?”

The man was on his knees the next second, fingers digging into Miles’s hips as his lips wrapped around the head of his cock. A gasp tore from his lips as wet heat swallowed him up.

Not only did Kaz suck dick like a champ, but having Kaz-fucking-Tailler on his knees for him, moaning around his cock as he took him deep in his throat with every bob of his head?

It shook his fucking world. It was undeniably the most exhilarating experience of his life.

Seeing Kaz on his knees for him had a rush of possessiveness try to overtake him.

He let it, grabbing a handful of Kaz’s hair, tugging hard as he held his head still to thrust into his mouth.

Kaz took every inch of him with an eager hum that sent shivers through him.

“Kaz,” he gasped out, almost embarrassed by how fucking needy he sounded. He could barely breathe, the pleasure and that possessive need driving him straight to the edge.

He hissed when Kaz pulled off his cock, blinking at the man as he stood, his wet lips glistening and his eyes so dark he could barely see any gray in them.

Kaz was breathing just as heavily as he was, his pupils blown wide and the muscles of his biceps tensing as he fisted his hands, looking like he was close to losing control.

He looked like all of Miles’s dreams combined into a very dangerous package and not because he was an outlaw biker, but because he realized that Kaz had all the means to completely unravel him.

“Get on the damned bed,” Kaz ordered, his voice rough with desire.

Miles didn’t have to be told twice. He sat down and had to grab handfuls of the sheets when Kaz finally undid his jeans and pushed them down, revealing that thick cock he wanted inside him desperately.

Kaz crossed the room, grabbing one of Miles’s ankles to tug until Miles was on his back on the bed, and then he crawled between Miles’s legs. A hand wrapped around his cock, drawing a needy moan out of him.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” Kaz groaned, the guttural sound sending sparks of heat through him. “I love how hard you are for me.”

Heat filled Miles’s cheeks, but it wasn’t embarrassment. Not really. Getting complimented by Kaz still hit really fucking hard. He would probably never understand how Kaz had gone from making him want to break his nose to making him want to get on his hands and knees for him.

“I was thinking…”

Kaz arched a brow at him, amusement shining in his eyes. “If you’re still able to think, then I must be doing something wrong.”

Miles threw his head back with a groan, Kaz’s grip on his cock tightening with just the right amount of pressure.

“No,” he gasped out. “Not doing anything wrong, I just…”

Kaz’s hand disappeared, and a whine left his lips before he could clamp his mouth shut. He opened his eyes and found Kaz watching him with a line of concern between his brows.

“What’s wrong, Baby?”

He blinked at Kaz, trying to find the right words, but when Kaz pulled away, he blurted out, “I want you to fuck me.”

“Okay.”

Kaz looked confused, and he realized he didn’t know. Kaz didn’t know…

He cursed under his breath and put a hand on the bed behind him to sit up.

“I haven’t… before.”

A cocky smile spread on Kaz’s lips.

“Miles Holland, are you saying you want me to pop your cherry?”

Was it suddenly hot in this room, or was it just his face?

“Yes, that’s exactly what I’m saying.”

Kaz lowered his head, nose running along Miles’s jaw, breath hot against his skin as he said, “Thought you’d never ask.”

Kaz pressed their mouths together in a deep kiss, then bit into Miles’s bottom lip, drawing a groan out of him. Kaz licked across the spot, then moved his mouth further down.

He moaned Kaz’s name when he kissed his way down his chest, tongue teasing, teeth nipping, and leaving ripples of goosebumps in their wake.

Kaz sat back on his heels, smirking at Miles as he brought his fingers to his lips, sucking them into his mouth in a sensual show of what he planned to do to Miles.

He was panting, heels digging into the bed as he watched, heat rushing through him. He was leaking all over himself, and though he thought he’d been prepared, the second Kaz put his attention on his ass, he knew he could never have fully prepared for Kaz. Or his fingers. Or his devilish tongue.

Kaz took his time, pressing kisses to Miles’s inner thigh while he pumped his fingers slowly in and out of him. Once the stretch turned into pleasure, and the need for more friction had him moving against Kaz’s fingers, Kaz sucked the head of Miles’s cock into his mouth and added a third finger.