Page 103 of Necessary Space

“I love you,” he said back, “but you’re lying.”

“About what?”

“About your brain.” He stepped back and pulled on his pants, making a show of tucking his half-hard cock away before zipping it out of sight.

“What am I thinking about then?”

“You’re thinking about how you owe me a good pounding. Right, buddy?” Miles chuckled and pulled a black t-shirt out of his dresser, quickly tugging it down over his head and thankfully missing the obscenely unattractive way my face contorted at his comment.

He laughed again, shoving his hair away from his face.

“I haven’t forgotten your promise from earlier in the week. I remember in explicit detail that you promised to fuck me silly if I called you buddy one more time.”

“I said I’d fuck you until you cried,” I corrected, palming my cock.

He made a pleased sound, smiling.

“And you’ve been so patient. I imagine it’s just building up inside of you. Ready to burst.”

“Talking about it doesn’t help,” I muttered.

“Hendrix.” He cleared his throat, scratching the back of his head. “I like the way things are between us. But you know if there’s something that you want…something you’re not getting or you feel like I’m not giving you…you can take it. Youshouldtake it.”

To my ears, that sounded like an invitation.

“I don’t want to wreck the status quo just because I’m horny,” I murmured.

Miles reached behind him and rucked up his shirt. He pulled it over his head and off, dropping it onto the wet towel on the top of the laundry pile.

“That’s exactly when you should,” he rasped.

“Miles.”

“You know how I’ll stop if you give me a safeword?”

I nodded, and he popped open the button of his jeans.

“I trust that you would do the same,” he said.

“I’m not trying to…”

He huffed, shoving his jeans and his briefs back down to his ankles and kicking out of them.

“I’m not asking you to Dom me, buddy.” Miles’s lip twitched into a taunting grin. “I’m just asking you to make good on your promises.”

My self-control snapped.

I gave Miles a shove toward the bed, stripping out of my own clothes and fitting myself between his legs.

“For someone who likes to fuck as much as you…” Miles was still talking while I opened the lube and slicked my fingers. “It sure took a lot of work to get you back between my thighs like this.”

I thrust a finger into him, drawing a low laugh from the depths of his chest.

“Don’t take it easy on me now, buddy,” he coaxed, and I pressed a second finger into him. “I like my boyfriends to keep their promises.”

“Oh, I’ll keep it,” I swore.

I used my whole body to prep him, letting my hips force my hand forward, getting a third finger into his ass before his breath began to catch on every inhale. He wasn’t frantic, but his cock spasmed against his stomach, and I knew it wouldn’t take long to make good on my end of the deal.