Page 55 of Miles's Pact
Twenty
Miles
Duckie pressed me into the couch, climbing into my lap as he continued kissing me, his lips soft and rough against mine at the same time. His fingers slid into my hair, tugging hard enough to make me feel it as his tongue slid into my mouth, tangling with mine.
Duckie, I'd discovered, was a quick learner, and extremely adept at reading my body. He'd figured out the best ways to get a reaction out of me in days, and he was well on his way to becoming an expert at making my body sing, despite the fact that we still hadn't moved past making out and impromptu frotting or handjobs.
I didn't know if Duckie wasn't interested in going further, or if he was planning to take his sweet time getting there. I wasonboard either way, and happy to let him continue taking the lead since he was so damned good at it.
I sucked in a breath as Duckie pulled back, his lips hovering over mine as I panted softly, my whole body feeling like a live wire, or like a bomb about to go off. How did he make me feel so much so quickly? Sex had never felt like this before, and it was clear to me now why supes were so damned obsessed with the idea of a fated mate.
Duckie's hand slid under my shirt, his fingers trailing over my heated skin, from my belly to my chest to my right nipple that he pinched between his thumb and finger, squeezing hard enough to make me moan. I pushed into his grip, my cock hard as it rubbed against his ass.
"Duckie," I whined as he dropped his other hand to my chest as well, giving my left nipple the same treatment as he ducked his head to bite at my lower lip, gently rocking his hips and rubbing his ass over my erection through far too many layers of clothing.
"You feel so good under me, Miles," Duckie murmured against my lips, and I moaned.
"Please," I mumbled, pushing up into him again, and his lips curved against mine. Fuck, who would've thought my inexperienced mate would be so dominant?
"Please what?"
"Make me come."
Groaning, Duckie shifted lower, his lips brushing against my throat as he mouthed at my Adam's apple before gently biting down.
"Fuck!"
Duckie rocked his hips again, his own erection pressing against my abdomen as his ass moved against mine. I wished the clothes between us would disappear, but I was far too horny to ask him to stop so we could undress. Next time.
A ringtone shattered the building heat between us, and Duckie paused with his lips at the nape of my neck as we both tried to figure out whose phone it was.
"It's yours," I concluded after a long moment, and Duckie mumbled something before biting me, hard.
"Shit!" I exclaimed as I grabbed onto him, my fingers sinking into the soft skin of his waist.
The ringing phone fell into the background as Duckie sat back enough that he could pull my pants lower and free my leaking cock. He wrapped his palm around my length, giving me a few hard strokes. His dark gaze met mine, so full of lust it nearly sent me over the edge.
I slid my hand to his waistband, pushing it lower so I could touch him as well. He was longer than me, and a little thicker. The weight of him felt perfect in my hand, and I closed my fist around him, using his precum as lube.
It wasn't long before I was teetering at the edge, my whole body trembling with the need to come. Duckie brushed his lips over mine, his dark eyes peering into my soul as he dipped his head and pressed his teeth into my neck, biting down hard enough to push me over that edge.
I came with a shout of his name, spilling into his fist as flashes of pleasure raced through my body, making me shake and tremble in his hold.
His cum-slick hand replaced mine over his cock, and I watched through hazy eyes as he jerked himself off with my cum, his other hand pushing up my shirt as he orgasmed. His cum spilled over my stomach, coating me in his scent, marking me as his in the most primal way.
I'd never thought I was the type of guy who would enjoy something like this, but I was discovering all kinds of things about myself with Duckie that I'd never known before.
Duckie rested his head against mine, pressing our cheeks together as we caught our breath, and I wrapped my arms around him, holding him to me as my heartbeat slowly returned to normal.
We stayed like that for a few minutes, then went upstairs to shower and change into clean clothes.
Taking our time washing each other, we almost went for round two. But it was almost lunch time, and Mateo would be home soon. Since Rhiannon hadn't managed to find time to come over and do the silencing spell for my room yet, we'd been trying to limit ourselves to when Mateo wasn't home.
When we returned downstairs, I headed for the kitchen so I could start making us some lunch, while Duckie ducked into the living room to grab his phone before joining me.
"Oh, it was my mom," he said, and it took me a moment to realize he was referring to the call earlier.
"Call her back."
