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Chapter six

Shane

M iles and I stared at one another, and I saw his breathing pick up as his eyes darted from my dick to my lips and back again. He was clearly into me, which was perfect, because I was very much into him.

“Isn’t this game usually done in a closet?” I asked with a smirk, unsure what to do, never having played any of the party games we’d done so far. I was more of a loner, reading comics and studying in my room over parties in my adolescence.

“Nobody can put me back in the closet,” Miles winked and moved around the coffee table until we were within arm’s reach. His playful expression shifted to one of concern. “You don’t actually have to do anything.”

“Yeah, I know,” I nodded.

It was my turn to chew on my lip, unsure of what I even wanted. I was rusty with the whole hook-up culture, and mostly used the apps when I needed to get laid every few months. I didn’t have the energy for dating when they kept breaking up with me or ghosting after the clothes came off. Miles had seen my dick before I even learned his last name, and he somehow looked more eager than before. Maybe this was the trick? Show it all before getting invested and ending up disappointed and ashamed.

“Do you want–” I started, then remembered how brazenly Miles checked me out before stopping the bottle when it pointed in my direction. My subconscious wanted to say it was because I was the only option, but he could have followed our friends to watch them play. Still, I’d let him choose, then decide if I was game. “What do you want to do?”

Miles’ eyes went wide before he smiled. “I want to give you a blow job and see if I can get you off before the others come back.”

Coughing in surprise, I covered it with a laugh. “You don’t waste time, do you?”

“Why bother being coy when I can ask for what I want?” Mile shrugged and reached a hand up to hover beside my face, but he didn’t touch me. He tilted his head and looked at my lips. “Can I kiss you first?”

“Yes,” I replied far too quickly. Was I a horny teenager again? Thankfully, he only smiled.

Miles let his hand move the last few inches to caress my face, his thumb running along my cheekbone while his cool fingers sent a shiver down my spine. Going up on tiptoe, Miles kept his body separate from mine, his other hand cupping my face to pull me in. He closed his unique eyes when we were a breath apart, with me following suit as our lips met for the first time. His lips were warm and soft on mine, and I found myself grabbing his narrow waist without thought. My hands on his bare skin had me humming into the kiss, wishing for more contact.

Sighing into my mouth, I tasted something sweet and tangy on Miles’ lips. There must have been a sweet snack I missed, since the ones I saw were all savory. Or maybe it was just Miles. I was surprised when I felt his wet tongue on the seam of my lips, and I opened to let him in. I stopped thinking when our tongues met, an electric current pulsing from the contact straight to my dick. Miles gasped, and I reluctantly pulled back.

“This all good?”

“Yeah, yes, very good,” Miles muttered before swallowing visibly and looking down between us. My dick was rock solid and must have grazed him without my noticing. Before I could apologize, Miles went to his knees between the couch and the table. “Can I?”

It was my turn to take a sharp breath. His two-colored eyes and rainbow hair should have drawn my attention again, but all I could think about was how small his mouth looked only inches from my swollen head. The sight had the head on my shoulders foggy on details. I didn’t get blowjobs often, and most gave up as soon as I got hard. I was already hard, and Miles wanted to try. It was probably pointless, but if he was willing… I nodded, unable to find the words.

“Condom? Or…” Miles let out a warm breath that ran along my dick like he’d taken me in hand. “I’m negative and on PrEP.”

“I’m on PrEP, too, and haven’t had sex since I was last tested,” I blurted out. At least one brain cell was still working. Working to get his tongue on me as fast as possible. “I don’t have any condoms in my size with me.”

Damn, that sounded conceited. I could wear a smaller condom, but they rolled up at the bottom or cut off blood flow, and either way, it wasn’t good for protection or getting off. That wasn’t a good excuse, though.

Miles’ smile lit up his face as if he had just been given the best gift. He lifted his hands to touch my thighs and licked his lips while taking me in from a few inches away, “Then it’s decided, my mouth was meant to be on your dick tonight.”

“I’m happy without one. I know you said… what you did about liking big…” I trailed off, wanting it so badly, but tempering my expectations. And his. “You don’t have to.”

“Oh, but I want to,” Miles’ sultry voice had my cock twitching between us. I hadn’t admitted I wasn’t fully hard when I measured. Miles eyed me and licked his lips again. “Mind if I use my hands too? I like to use everything at my disposal.”

“If you’re sure…” Ignoring the voice in my head saying I was too much for him to take—which sounded suspiciously like a few of my exes—I pushed Miles’ hair back from his forehead and stepped closer between his knees. “Then I’d love your mouth on me, without the barrier.”

“Good, I like to swallow,” Miles smirked again and stuck his tongue out for me in invitation, mouth open wide.

When I didn’t thrust myself right into his waiting mouth, Miles took matters into his own hands. Literally.

Grabbing my ass, Miles pulled me forward until he could lick my tip. He moaned, and I bit back my own. No one else was in the room, but I wasn’t a public sex kind of guy. This was more exposed than I’d ever been for any kind of intimate act. I had no problems with Miles’ erotic noises of appreciation, though.

“So fucking sexy. You taste so good. I want more,” Miles’ mumbled words of praise between licks up the sides of my dick had me placing both hands on his shoulders. When he licked around my foreskin at the head and suckled the tip in his mouth, I was happy I had him to lean on and not fall over.

“Oh, god,” I whispered, taken back again when Miles moved both hands to wrap around the root of me.

He spat and started stroking me with a twist of his wrists. I had less sensation when fully hard than flaccid or with a semi—my guess was from the nerves spreading out so much or maybe the amount of blood flow—but with Miles taking my whole head in his mouth and half of the rest between his hands, I felt encompassed.

“Yes, fuck. Just like that.”

We hadn’t tried to time our suggested seven minutes, but the whole group of residents and guests could walk back in, and I wouldn’t be able to make Miles stop. It felt too good. I finally got the reference to heaven, if this is what my peers got up to after a few drinks in their parents’ basements.

Miles seemed to widen his lips or relax his jaw somehow until he had almost half of me in his mouth. My head hit resistance at Miles’ throat and I almost pulled back. My experience had always been people gagging and wanting to stop. This was different. Miles moved one hand over the base of my dick and used the other to reach around and hold my ass in place, urging me to thrust as a warmth spread from my balls through the rest of my body.

He didn’t gag, or audibly choke, just took me deep. I couldn’t hold back my orgasm any longer. I thrust in one more time and held myself there as it ripped through me. I felt the first spurt before I remembered myself and pulled back so Miles could breathe. Instead of sputtering or backing away, I saw his nostrils flare, and he sucked the next burst straight from the source. Miles opened his eyes and hummed in appreciation. My dick decided that was hot enough to make another effort at coming and he drank that down as well.

My balls rung dry and my legs giving out, I collapsed sideways, grateful there happened to be a couch there to break my fall. I landed with my face close to Miles and was able to lift one arm to his face. I ran one thumb along his swollen lower lip and he licked me. Cradling his head, I pulled him forward in a silent request, allowing him space to say no. Miles' lips met mine, warm and wet, tasting like me, and I smiled in pure contentment.