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Chapter ten

Shane

A fter almost two weeks, I couldn’t get Miles off my mind. I’d been attempting to put off my constant longing for the sexy man even before seeing the comic strip, but it ended up being my main distraction while not caring for my dad. Tatang was tired of me doting on him. Friday morning arrived, and my dad insisted I would be going back to work on Monday to announce his retirement.

Going home to my empty apartment had me restless, and I’d finally messaged my friends to see if they had Miles’ number. My trainer, Jefferson, didn’t have a clue, but he suggested that Q and A might. They said their sub was friends with Miles, and they would ask. I had hoped I could get in contact with the guy I’d been pining over for days, maybe chat and ask him out. I didn’t expect to get Miles’ home address a few hours later.

It seemed impulsive and foolhardy to just show up, but the romantic in me wanted to sweep Miles off his feet. He wasn’t a prince, but he still deserved to be treated like one. Maybe the flowers were too much, but I couldn’t show up empty-handed.

Miles was shocked to see me, and I wondered if he gave Cielo permission to share his information. I almost offered to give him my number and leave so he’d have space and time to think. Until I saw how turned-on Miles was. His pupils went wide, breathing shallow and fast, as his mouth parted at my touch.

Being in his presence turned me on as well. Partially from the memory of his soft pink lips stretched over me, gagging for me, but also everything about him. Miles was half my size, and I desperately wanted to manhandle his body after stripping him down. His smell was sweet and rich, like chocolate. Decadent and indulgent. I wanted a taste more than my next breath.

“You think you’re a perfect fit for me?” I asked him, referencing his work. But we’d already seen how well he could swallow me down. I wanted to make his story come true, just like he said. “Everywhere?”

Miles had audibly swallowed, and I felt the bob of his throat under my fingers. “Yes, I do,” he’d confirmed, cementing my decision to come over.

Moving my hand to hold the back of Miles’ head, I pulled him closer until we were chest to chest. Miles gripped me through my shirt at my waist and back, his warmth seeping past the fabric and making me shiver. I had so many plans for him.

“Can I kiss you on the mouth…and then strip you down so I can kiss you everywhere else?”

“Yes,” Miles whispered, his breath close enough to feel on my face. “Anywhere.”

Without another word, I dipped down to take his lips with mine. It was less tentative than the first night, our tongues coming out to play in a rhythm that felt natural. I gave, and he took. My body lit up with pleasure, the heat rushing to my cock and leaving me lightheaded.

“Fuck,” I pulled back only enough to kiss along Miles’ jaw. “What is it about you that turns me on so much?”

“I was just,” Miles panted as I made my way along the column of his neck to pull back his shirt and gain access to the soft skin of his collarbone, “thinking the same thing.”

My lips ghosted over his skin, wishing I could see it all, with nothing in the way, “Can I take this off?”

Instead of answering, Miles leaned back to pull his shirt off and I followed suit with my own. We reached for each other again, bare-chested, as our kisses grew more desperate. Miles walked backwards without breaking apart, and I followed until he almost tripped. I caught him in my arms and looked over Miles’ shoulder to see what caused the almost interruption.

There, in a clear plastic tub half pulled out from under his bed, was an open box of dicks. I recognized the shape and color of a few I memorized in his drawings. “Apparently art does imitate life.”

Miles groaned and tried to kick the box back to its hiding place, his face reddening. “This is so embarrassing.”

Catching him up in my arms again, I bent to rub Miles’ nose with mine. “If you’ve been using these, then it’s not embarrassing, it’s promising.”

“Huh?”

“No way would I attempt to have sex with you without a lot of planning and prep,” I explained, “but it seems you’ve recently taken care of that?”

“It’s still embarrassing, but yes,” Miles nodded, and finally met my gaze. His pink cheeks set off his mismatched eyes, and I knew I needed to see him come undone when he admitted, “Most recently before lunch today, but I showered right after, too.”

“If you want me to eat that sexy ass, I suggest you get your pants off for me,” I instructed, happy to put us back on track.

Miles scrambled to comply, a wide grin on his face as he stumbled out of his gray sweats and landed on the mattress. He was a vision of pale skin and had very little body hair. His nipples were small and peaked in arousal, just like his dick, both begging to be sucked on.

“Pinch your nipples for me,” I told him, watching to see what got Miles off while I decided how I wanted to devour the person laid out for me like a meal.

Miles was ready and waiting for me, so I toed off my shoes and kneeled between his legs on the teal comforter. I grabbed one of the pillows to prop his hips up, using my other hand to lift him by his ankle.

“Oh, fuck,” Miles mumbled while I unbuttoned my pants. I didn’t take them off, but I needed less pressure on my dick.

“You want me to undress?”

“No, I mean, yes, but–” Miles bit his lip and reached out to squeeze my biceps. “I like how strong you are. I want you to move me however you want me. Don’t be afraid to hurt me, Shane.”

My name on his lips was a beautiful sound, and I wanted to hear it yelled out. I knew he meant more than hurting him on the outside. Miles said he could take a big dick, and after seeing his box of toys, I believed him.

First, I was going to show him I knew how to please a lover in bed with more than my cock. Bending his legs up, Miles wrapped both arms around the backs of his knees, baring his ass to me. The tight pucker was surrounded by a delectable bubble butt I wanted to sink my teeth into.

“Any new partners since you sucked me off?” I asked, hoping for a no, but knowing it was possible. “No judgment, I just only have one condom on me and really want to rim you.”

“Are you kidding? I couldn’t even think of anyone but you since then.” Miles bit his lip on a grin and reached to pull open the drawer of the nearby nightstand. I saw condoms of many different brands and multiple options for lube. “I’m sure you can find your size here.”

“Love how well-prepared you are. Such a boy scout,” I smirked and quickly grabbed a brand I knew, along with a pump bottle of lube, which I left on the nightstand. “And I’ve been too busy thinking about you, too.”

We met in a filthy kiss, his dick leaking against my abs while mine poked at his crease, hands groping and feeling our way as we learned one another’s bodies. I made my way down his body until my mouth was close enough to tease Miles with licks to his cock, working him over until he was begging me to suck him down.

“Patience, sexy,” I teased, lifting his legs again for Miles to hold back. I lapped at his balls, feeling them draw up as Miles threw his head back in pleasure.

“Yes, please, Shane. I need–”

“Shh, I’ve got you,” I spat on his hole and rubbed my thumb around the rim, only giving him a moment to relax before I dove in. His moans spurred me on as I lapped at Miles’ hole, humming in appreciation. The vibration of my noises had Miles shaking, and I wondered if he could come from my tongue on his ass alone. “If I make you come, can you still take my dick?”

“Oh, God,” Miles’ cock twitched over his stomach at my words, leaking precum and answering my question about how easily Miles could orgasm. “Yes, I can go multiple rounds.”

“Good.” I licked my lips and waited until Miles looked at me again. “Because once won’t be enough for me.”