Page 23 of This Time Around

“No, I’ve only felt it in my—” Milo’s words cut off with a whoosh of air when I hoisted him over my shoulder and carried him to my room. “Fuck, I love when you manhandle me,” Milo admitted when I tossed him onto the bed. “I’ve been looking for someone to make me feel this way since you left me.”

“I didn’t leaveyou, Milo. I went to college.” I pulled my shirt off over my head and dropped it to the floor.

“And never came back,” he replied bitterly.

“Who ended our relationship over a text message, Milo?” I asked, renewed anger and frustration rising inside me all over again. That didn’t stop me from removing the rest of my clothes until I stood there completely naked and vulnerable while he sat fully dressed on my bed. We were going to have this out once and for all.

“I did,” Milo said quietly. “I admit now that I acted hastily.”

“Why?” I asked.

“Why didn’t you ask me this question back then, Andy, instead of the ‘if that’s how you feel’ reply I got back. You’re mad at me for not fighting harder for us, but what excuse doyouhave?” Milo ripped his shirt off and threw it to the floor. I didn’t think it was possible for my heart to pound faster or my body to get tighter with longing. Fuck, I was going to die if I didn’t have Milo again.

“Honestly?” I asked. Milo nodded. “As hurt and sad as I was, it was easier for me when I didn’t have to keep juggling between keeping our relationship a secret from my team and coaches and making you happy too.” Hurt flared in his dark-blue eyes, and I regretted that I was the source of pain for him. I only wanted to give him pleasure.

Milo toed off his socks and shoes, then lay on his back to remove his pants and underwear. “You’ve got me addicted to angry sex. Do you want to have angry sex with me, Andy?” Milo lazily stroked his cock, only stopping to gather pre-cum and smear it as lubricant down his shaft.

I growled as I knocked Milo’s hand off his dick and replaced it with my own. I dropped to my knees and released Milo’s hard-on long enough to grip his hips and pull him closer to me. He set his feet on my shoulders and spread his legs wider, letting me see all of him. Milo reached between his legs to cup my chin, tugging my face closer to where he wanted it to be. I released his shaft and licked his excitement off my fingers and palm, then gripped the base of his cock before I fell on it like a starving man. I was starving for him—more and more each day we were apart.

Milo arched his back off the bed like a long, sleek cat, hissing his pleasure and digging his nails in my scalp while I gave him an angry blow job. Fuck, I was going to make him purr for me too. I loved sucking cock and knew how to work a man until he was on the edge of blowing his load then pull off before he reached climax. Edge play was my favorite form of torturing a lover, but it wasn’t a skill I knew when I was with Milo.

“Andy,” Milo growled after the third time I backed him off.

“What’s the matter, baby?” I asked, then circled the crown of his cock with my tongue, loving his taste and texture. “You don’t like edge play, or are you pissed because I learned how to do this with other people?” Milo’s expressive eyes glittered angrily, and I knew I’d hit the nail on the head.

“How pissed are you that your ass won’t be the first I fucked?” Milo fired back, his missile hitting its target too.

“Pretty damn pissed,” I admitted before I took him back in my mouth and worked him up to the edge a fourth time. Milo was no longer willing to remain idle. Gripping my hair with both hands, he thrust his hips up and fucked my face in earnest. I was too turned on to back him off again, so I swallowed his release when he came with a victorious yell that sounded like a battle cry.

I was feeling damn pleased with myself too when I climbed onto the bed and pulled him up against me so that we lay on our sides facing each other. Milo’s midnight eyes were sated, but still a little suspicious about why I hadn’t suited up and found my release inside his tight ass.

Milo closed those heavy lids and sighed blissfully when I reached around to cup his ass and trail my middle finger along the crack between his perfect peach. I moved in for a kiss, soft at first, but it quickly grew more passionate as I rimmed his pucker with the tip of my finger. Milo pushed his ass against me, urging me to penetrate him, but I had no intention of fucking him that night. I meant what I said in my driveway. Thinking about him inside me made my dick leak.

I broke our kiss long enough to get my finger wet with saliva before returning to his greedy, pulsing hole. I breached him with just the tip, and Milo bit my lip spurring me on to do more. I hadn’t forgotten how much Milo loved having his ass fingered. I recaptured his lips in another searing kiss while working my long digit in and out of his tight clench. Sliding my free hand down between us, I felt that his cock was already getting hard again. Good, I had big plans for it. But first, I cupped Milo’s smooth balls in my palm, then massaged them firm enough to drive him insane but not hard enough to hurt him.

Milo broke the kiss and cried out again when I tagged his prostate. “Stop dicking around and shove that big dick inside me!” Now we were getting somewhere; it was too bad for him that I wasn’t ready to give in to his demands though. I wasn’t guaranteed another night with Milo in my bed, so as much as my cock begged to come, I held off until I didn’t think I could take it another second. I crooked my finger up and massaged his prostate in a circular motion, making his dick bounce and drip some more. Almost.

Hunger didn’t begin to describe the emotions tearing through my body, lashing at my guts. I stamped down the primal urge to roll him to his back and claim him. Just barely.

“Fuck me, damn it!”

I removed my finger and released his balls to retrieve the condoms and lube from the nightstand.

“No overnight guests, huh?” Milo snarkily asked.

“The lube is for jerking off nightly, and the condoms in the nightstand were a wishful-thinking purchase in case you ever pulled your head out of your ass long enough to stick your dick in mine.”

“Like you ever expected me to want to tap that,” Milo snorted. His eyes widened when I tossed the condom on his chest.

“Suit up and fuck me already.” It was my turn to lazily stroke my cock like I didn’t have a care in the world, or I wasn’t about to spunk all over myself.

“You’re serious?” I asked in disbelief.

“Dead serious. And what about you? Do you really want to fuck me, or were you teasing to get ariseout of me?” Andy’s mighty cock had arisen all right.

“Dead serious,” I said, repeating his phrase, then tore the condom wrapper open with my teeth. “I want inside your ass really bad.”Fuck me!I sounded like a cheesy porn star, and Peach would be pissed.

Andy didn’t seem to notice because he was too busy watching me roll the condom down the length of my dick. His hand was still, gripping his cock tight around the base like he was trying to stave off an orgasm. “It’s been a long time though, so lots of lube. Go slow,” he added hastily. He sounded as nervous as I felt.