Page 50 of Miles's Pact
"I'm off to bed," Mateo declared from the base of the stairs, his eyes flicking between Duckie and me. I shrugged to answer his unasked question—Are you bunking with me or joining Duckie?—and he nodded. "Night, you two."
Once he'd left, I turned to Duckie. "I suppose we should turn in as well. You've got plans tomorrow."
Duckie nodded, and once I'd turned off the lights, we went up the stairs, pausing in front of my room, aka his room.
I lingered, unsure if I was invited in or if I should keep walking.
Duckie gazed at me, his dark eyes full of... something. Before I could ask him if he wanted me to stay, he closed the distance between us and pulled me into a kiss.
I hummed as I kissed him back, sinking into his taller form as he wrapped his arms around me, holding me close as his lips moved over mine. He'd gone from hesitant and shy to bold and confident in a matter of days, and I found myself wanting to give into him, to follow him wherever he led me.
I'd slept with men—and one woman, as an experiment—before, but I'd always held on to my control. I'd always led, directing the flow of things so nothing could take me by surprise.
But with Duckie, I didn't strain for that control. I wasn't restless without it. I wasfree.
Duckie
Something changed in Miles as we kissed, as his body melted into mine and his breaths turned into soft sighs. It was like he let go of something he'd been holding onto all his life.
"Would you like to come in?" I asked against his lips, and he made a soft sound of agreement as he nodded, rubbing his lips over mine.
Stepping back, I left one arm around his back, pulling him into the room and closing the door behind him. Pressing him into the door, I kissed him again, swallowing his low moan as I pressed my body against his. I could feel his desire pressing against my thigh, and I shifted my leg, pressing my thigh firmly against his bulge.
Miles groaned, pushing into my thigh as his lips parted for me, welcoming me into his mouth. If it wasn't for how expressive Miles was being, I'd have worried about getting things wrong. I had no experience after all, and everything I knew was thanks to Mateo and Alex.
While Mateo had told me about the basics—prepping, consent, setting limits—Alex had taught me all about how to set the mood, drive your partner crazy, and give him the best night of his life. Of course, I'd felt strange taking sex advice from someone fifteen years my junior, but Alex knew a lot more about this than me, and I wasn't about to ignore an expert's advice because they were young.
The way Miles reacted to me made me feel confident, though. It made me feel like I could do anything, like I could touch him, and please him in a way no one ever had. Maybe it was strange to feel that way when I had nothing to back it up, but I didn't care.
Judging by the way Miles was melting into the door, neither did he.
Trailing my lips lower, I kissed his jaw, then the skin below it, instinctively raking my teeth over the soft skin.
Miles groaned, baring his neck further, and I pulled more of his skin into my mouth, gently biting down on it.
"Fuck, Duckie," he gasped out, his body trembling against me, and I hummed, pressing soft kisses into the skin I'd bitten.
Taking a step back, I took his hand and led him to the bed. Miles's eyes were dark as they met mine, and he hurried to climb into the bed as soon as I gestured toward it.
"There's no rush," he said, licking his lips as he gazed into my eyes, his shining with need and sincerity. I knew that no matter how horny he was, he would happily call things quits here and cuddle me if I asked.
But I didn't want to stop. I wanted to take his clothes off, wanted to look at him, touch him, make him fall apart.
"I know," I murmured, then clasped his shoulder, lowering him into the mound of pillows and covering my body with his.
Taking my time, I pulled his clothes off one by one, then quickly removed mine before situating myself between his legs.
Our hard lengths pressed together, sending a bolt of pleasure racing up my spine.
"Fuck," Miles gasped, his fingers digging into my hips as he pushed up into me, rubbing out lengths together. "There's lube. In the drawer."
Having seen the slim tube earlier, I quickly grabbed it, then squeezed some of the slick liquid onto our lengths, making the glide smoother and that much more intense.
Setting a rhythm, I kissed Miles as I moved, our lips dancing as our erections brushed against each other's, pushing us closer and closer to that peak.
Miles's fingers dug into my skin, the strangely warm pleasure-pain making my need skyrocket as I picked up speed. This was going to be over sooner than I'd hoped, and I slid my mouth lower, focusing on that bit of skin that had made Miles react so beautifully before.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Miles mumbled under his breath, his legs shifting restlessly as he pushed up into my thrusts again and again, chasing that high.
