Page 51 of This Time Around
“So, what would you have done with Peach if you’d had the chance?” Milo placed his palm on my sternum then slowly slid it down until he cupped my erection through my clothes. Milo released my cock and walked backwards until he stood in front of a dressing table. “Say we were alone in the dressing room after the show or between performances.”
Milo turned to face the mirror then bent over so that his perfectly round, biteable peach of an ass was thrust up in the air.
“Better hurry, Slugger. Someone might catch us.”
I just stood there staring at his perfect offering. Did he doubt how much he tempted me? Did he think I needed more encouragement? He must have because he reached back with his right hand to pull his briefs down below one delicious ass cheek. His eyes dared me to take what he offered, to get lost in the fantasy with him.
I crossed to the vanity and dropped to my knees behind him. I kneaded and rubbed the exposed cheek with my right hand while revealing his other cheek with my left. Fuck, I wanted to bury my cock between the tight mounds, but first, I needed just a tiny bite of his peach. I sank my teeth hard enough into his right cheek to make him gasp, but not hard enough to hurt.
I pulled back and admired my handiwork, loving the slight indentations my teeth left behind. “Mmmmm, so sweet,” I said before marking the left one in the same way.
Milo didn’t pull away from me, he pushed his ass tighter against my face and reached back to grip my hair. My peach loved it rough and wanted to be bruised, so I marked him in ways that only we would see. Then I stood up, stripped down, suited up, and showed Milo exactly what I would’ve done had I been able to live out the fantasy playing in my mind when he teased Ollie and the guy at the groom’s table.
I punched my hips forward, filling him fast and hard enough to knock over all the bottles on the vanity table. I had no idea what he used all that stuff for, but I didn’t care. I locked eyes on his in the mirror over the table and watched his skin flush pink as passion and pleasure washed over his face.
Skin slapped against skin and masculine moans and whimpers echoed throughout the room as I set a swift pace that would guarantee a fast orgasm for both of us. Afterward, we clung to each other in the shower while hot water sprayed down on us.
“I love you, Andy,” Milo whispered. “Welcome home.”
I’d been home for two years, but that’s not what he meant. Walls and roofs provided shelter, but Milo’s heart was my real home.
“There’s no place I’d rather be, Milo. I love you too.”
After Milo had fallen asleep, I opened the bedroom door and went in search of his feisty feline. She looked up from the chair she’d curled up in and meowed. “Are you coming or not?” I asked her.
If I wanted a happy future with Milo, and I wanted it more than anything, then I’d need to find a way to make peace with his sidekick who felt slighted by my presence. Plus, it would reduce my risk of stepping in cat puke when I slid my foot inside my boot.
Milo turned into me when I climbed between the sheets again, and I held him in my arms in the center of the bed while I waited to see what Alli Cat decided to do. She jumped up on the bed and sat by our feet for a long time, long enough that I started to worry for my safety. Slowly, she walked up along the edge of the bed until she reached my pillow. I could feel her staring at me, and it was all I could do not to laugh. Finally, she somehow arranged her large body in a tight ball on the edge of the pillow.
I was lulled into a false sense of security by her heavy purring but was reminded that she was still in charge when I felt the faintest nip of sharp teeth on the outer rim of my ear before she rubbed her head against the back of mine.
“Truce,” I whispered into the darkness.
Ididn’t wake up feeling like a new man just because Andy told me that he loved me the previous night, or because he didn’t get angry when he learned about my alter ego. Well, he was a little angry, but only because he was jealous about the lap dance I gave Ollie. I still couldn’t believe that I’d given the man a boner. Did he pray for forgiveness? How’d that even work. Ollie was unapologetically gay, but how did he feel about random boners and casual sex?Hold up there, Peach. That’s a rabbit hole we don’t need to tumble down.
I woke up feeling like the same man, just completed in ways I never dreamed would come true. It put a little extra sway in my hips while I fried bacon, eggs, and hash browns.
“I smell biscuits,” Andy said, stumbling into the kitchen still half asleep. He was rubbing his eyes with one hand and scratching his chest with the other. “I’m so hungry after last night.”
“Yeah, your stomach isn’t the only thing making demands,” Memphis piped up.
“Fuck!” Andy said, dropping his hands to try to cover his junk in such an adorable fashion. He needed more than two hands to cover up his morning wood. “Warn a guy next time, Milo,” he grumbled as he turned and retreated to my bedroom.
I looked over my shoulder at Memphis who sat grinning from ear to ear. Our eyes met, and we burst into laughter.
“Stop!” I said, trying to catch my breath. “Andy’s going to get a complex.”
“Not with a dick like that,” Memphis said. “You’re one lucky bastard, Milo.”
“I know,” I agreed. As much as I loved Andy’s cock, there was so much more to love about him.
Andy’s face was slightly flushed with embarrassment when he returned to the kitchen wearing a T-shirt and loose shorts he’d left over earlier in the week. “I see I have a drawer already,” he said gesturing to his clean clothes. “I like it.”
“And I like you.”
“Should I leave?” Memphis asked when Andy I stared into each other’s eyes long enough to make him squirm. “Or grab a video camera. I can’t tell which would be more appropriate at a time like this.”
Andy looked over at him. “Stay but keep your video camera put away.”