Page 18 of Up to No Good

I couldn’t help the surprised laugh that shot out of me. “What the hell are you talking about? You’re not old.”

“I hurt my back today. It’s nothing serious,” he assured me as I shot to my feet, already working to carefully remove his shirt so I could assess the situation for myself. “Cole, I promise, it’s not that bad. I think I just tweaked a muscle, but it was stiff the rest of the day, and Brian kept calling me Gramps, even though he’s ancient compared to me.”

I ran my fingers over his spine, sighing with relief when I found it perfectly aligned. My fingers rubbed over him until I located a knot underneath his skin. “There it is,” I said as he moaned. “Hold on. I’ll be right back.”

I hurried to the bathroom and, within a few seconds, was back with a bottle of massage oil. “You’re in luck because your boyfriend just so happens to be an expert on backs and great with his hands.”

“Yeah, you are,” Miles growled, and the flirtatious tone of his voice further assured me that he was going to be just fine.

I laughed as I quickly unbuttoned my shirt and slipped it off so I wouldn’t get any oil on it, followed by my pants, socks, and shoes. Dressed in only my boxer briefs, I climbed on the bed, careful not to jostle him too much, and straddled his hips. I poured the liquid into one hand and rubbed them both together to warm the oil.

“Okay, babe. Just relax and let me do all the work.” I rubbed my hands over his smooth skin, spreading the oil all around and letting its warmth seep into his muscles. Miles sighed and I felt him sink down into the mattress as the tension in his body began to ease.

“Oh, that feels good,” he moaned as my fingers pressed into his muscles, feeling the knot slowly loosen. After a few minutes, he shifted, and I leaned up while he rolled over onto his back. “God, look at you,” he said as his eyes devoured me in nothing but my underwear.

I gave him a sly grin as I ground my ass over his crotch. His cock jerked beneath me, and his hands automatically flew to my hips. “Oh my. What’s that?” I asked innocently.

“It’s another muscle that hurts. Maybe you should rub that one too,” he suggested, waggling his eyebrows at me.

I barked out a laugh at the cheesy line, but I was having fun, so I played along. “Of course, sir. Let me just get your pants off.”

Miles grinned as I pulled his pants down his legs and tossed them onto the floor. He was bare underneath, and my mouth watered at the sight of his gorgeous cock. “Maybe you should take your underwear off too. You know, just so you don’t get any oil on them.”

“Oh, very good thinking, sir.” I stood up on the bed and slid them off then sank back down, resting my ass on the tops of his legs.

He watched as I made a show of pouring the oil into my palm, then I reached for him, wrapping my fingers around his cock. His eyes rolled up in the back of his head as I began to stroke him with my slick fist. Soon, he was leaking everywhere and begging me to stop before he came.

I bent down, my face hovering over his and gasped as I began working the oil over my hole, stretching and preparing my body to accept his. Miles’ hands cupped the sides of my face and he pulled me down the rest of the way, nibbling and biting my lips until I opened for him and his tongue slid inside.

We’d decided to stop using condoms shortly after we’d moved in together and after we’d both been tested. I was thankful to have nothing between us as I leaned up and lined the head of his cock up with my entrance. Slowly, I began to sink down onto him, and just like that very first time, we both sighed in relief when he was in me all the way.

Miles reached up and took my hands, threading his fingers with mine as we began to rock together in a rhythm that had become as natural as breathing for us. Staring into his eyes, I marveled at how far we’d come in such a short period of time. This man was my heart and my soul, he was my birthday and Christmas and the Fourth of July all wrapped into one. I couldn’t imagine my life without him, and he’d proven, time and time again, that he felt the same way about me.

We made love, whispering words of devotion and trust to each other until we both saw stars. Afterword, we lay curled up in each other’s arms, my head resting on his chest as he ran his fingers through my hair. “I can’t imagine ever being happier than I am right now,” I told him.

“I don’t know. I am happy, but I think there’s something that would make me even happier,” Miles replied.

I leaned up on one arm, needing to see his face. “What’s that?”

He traced a finger down the side of my face, gazing at me almost reverently. “I love you, Cole. I love you more than I ever thought was possible to love another person, and it would make me even happier if you would agree to marry me. Please? I already asked your dad and Jayce, and they were fine with it and—”

I lunged at him, not needing to hear any more. I already knew what my answer would be. “Yes! Yes, I’ll marry you.”

The End