Page 6 of This Time Around
I didn’t want a quick fumble in the dark that would end with Milo walking away from me angrily; I wanted long nights with endless kisses. I would settle for what he gave me while I worked to achieve the ultimate goal. My options were to fuck him on top of his car, up against the brick wall again, or carry him to my truck where I could at least lay him down on the back seat. It was an easy decision to make.
I hoisted Milo up, and he wrapped his legs around my waist. I carried him to my truck while he erotically tongue-fucked my mouth. Milo seemed alarmed when I opened the rear door of my extended cab truck.
“I thought we could use a bit more privacy,” I said when I set him on the seat.
I saw the hesitation in his eyes. Was he going to call a halt to this or scoot over and make room for me? “This changes nothing,” Milo growled while whipping his shirt over his head. It changed everything, and we both knew it.
Instead of arguing, I said, “Okay, Milo,” as I climbed into the truck and closed the door.
I wanted to strip him bare and fuck him while looking in his eyes, but Milo apparently wasn’t ready for that intimacy. He quickly pushed his pants and underwear down then got on his hands and knees on the bench seat. Milo looked over his shoulder when I didn’t move.
“Second thoughts?” he asked, wiggling his delicious ass.
“Not at all,” I replied, reaching into my back pocket. I pulled out the supplies I needed and tossed the wallet to the floor before I shoved my pants down to my thighs.
“You sure are well-prepared for these clandestine fucks,” Milo said accusingly. “How handy.”
“That’s me, Handy Andy.”
Milo snorted until I slid a slicked finger inside his pucker. “God, yes. More.” So much for his indifference.
I didn’t stop to gloat. I kept playing with his ass to get him ready while biting one plump ass cheek then the other. “You still have the sexiest peach I’ve ever seen.”
“Then slick your dick and fuck me before I change my mind,” Milo panted, pushing against my penetrating fingers.
He didn’t have to tell me twice. Milo wanted it as fast and hard as the previous night, but I showed more restraint. I was rewarded with needy moans and mewling whimpers for more. Milo had resisted my attempt to kiss him once I was fully buried in his ass. Maybe he thought kissing would make our fucking too…intimate. Milo wanted to come, and I wanted a kiss. I kept him on edge until he gave me what I wanted.
“Fine, Andy. Kiss me, damn it.”
I placed my hand firmly on his jaw to turn his face and kissed him with everything I had. Milo came apart in my arms the second our tongues met, and I didn’t stop until I was filling the condom a few strokes later.
“Same time tomorrow night?” I teasingly asked when he wrestled his clothes back on. “Or do you want to punch my hole next time?”
His eyes widened like he wasn’t sure if I was being serious. “Shut up,” Milo said, sliding out the other side of the truck. He was back to the distant guy he was that morning. I should’ve been pissed that he was willing to use my cock to get off, but I was enjoying myself too.
“Hey,” I yelled when I stepped out of the truck. “Best way to shut me up is to stick a cock in my mouth. Any takers?”
Milo’s steps faltered, but he didn’t turn around and flip me off. I took that as progress. I smiled like an idiot all the way home, confident that I’d win him over before too much longer.
“How do I look? Everything tucked in tight?” I asked, popping out my hip and striking a pose for Faith.
“I can’t speak to how well you’ve tucked your balls up inside your body, but from here it looks great.” Faith circled her finger in the air indicating that she wanted a three-sixty view. She whistled as I sassily twirled for her. “Can’t tell that your cock is taped down so that it kisses your asshole. Wait. It’s not tucked inside there is it?”
“Oh, Faith,” I said, laughing happily for the first time in weeks. “You’re my favorite Drag Hag.” Funny how one Mason sibling makes me want to howl at the moon in frustration while the other kept me sane. I slid on a peachy silk robe with my drag name embroidered on the back of it along with juicy-looking peaches that looked very similar to my perky ass.
“I can’t believe how much I’ve missed your shows,” Faith admitted. “I love watching you become Madame O-Feel-Ya Peach right before my eyes. It’s pure magic!”
“I love you so much, Faith.” I pulled her into a hug. “I hate that you’re going to miss the show tonight,” I told her. “Especially for a work thing on a Saturday night.” Her blush made me smile. “When are you going to admit that your ‘work thing’ with Nathan really isn’t work and the only stats you’re checking are how many times he makes you come.”
Unfortunately for Faith, she’d just taken a drink of Coke. Her cheeks puffed out when she couldn’t decide whether to spit her drink and laugh or attempt to swallow it and try not to choke on it.
“Spitters are quitters, Faith,” I said, using my Peach voice. “Just relax your throat and let it happen, honey.”
Her blue eyes widened in alarm, and I knew I was seconds away from getting doused with soda. The only Mason twin I wanted hosing me down with a sticky substance was her idiot brother. I stepped aside to avoid pending disaster, but Faith turned in the opposite direction. I saw her shoulders shake as she attempted to get her giggling under control. She stilled then swallowed her drink before facing me again.
“Milo,” Faith gasped, looking around like a room full of drag queens in various stages of dress, or undress, would judge her. Then her eyes homed in on me and a smug smile slowly spread across her lovely face. “And who are you to lecture me? Are you going to pretend you’re not bumping uglies with my brother?”
“I’m not bumping uglies with your brother.”Not right now, anyway.Whatever madness caused my momentary lapse in judgment had passed. I was on equal footing and no longer tempted to ride Andy’s dick. Okay, that was an outrageous lie. The truth was the opportunity stopped presenting itself, or rather, Andy stopped accosting me in the dark alleyway after I finished closing the café.