Page 67 of Miles's Pact
Twenty-Five
Miles
I gasped as I fell against the mattress, making a sound of approval as Duckie climbed on top of me.
I'd told Mateo to make himself scarce today, and after much negotiation—I'd promised to do his laundry for the next two weeks—he'd agreed.
While Rhiannon had put the silencing ward on my room a few days ago, I still wanted it to be just us today.
I pulled myself up as Duckie dragged my t-shirt over my head, my belly heating up as I watched him remove his own shirt, revealing his bare skin. Reaching up, I ran my palm over his warm, smooth chest, digging my fingers into the firm muscles as I trailed my hand lower.
"Not so fast," Duckie murmured, grabbing my hand before I could slide it under his waistband. Pinning my wrist above myhead, he pulled me into a kiss, his lips dancing against mine as he pressed his chest to mine, leaving no space between our bodies.
Moaning into the kiss, I raised my hips, rubbing my hard cock against his abdomen through far too many layers of clothing.
"So impatient," he murmured against my lips, and I shivered. Where the hell did he get all that confidence from, and why was it so damned sexy?
Suddenly, Duckie sat upright, and I made a sound of relief when he reached for my pants, raising my hips and helping him as he pulled them off along with my underwear, leaving me completely bare.
Duckie sat back on my thighs, taking his time as his gaze roamed over my body. My cock jerked under the intensity of his gaze, and I could almost feel his hands on me, running over my skin and leaving behind a trail of heat so intense it left me feeling branded.
"I want to make love to you," he murmured, voice full of sincerity as his dark eyes searched mine. "Do you want that?"
"So fucking much," I agreed, and a slow, wicked smile spread across his face. "Do you know what to…" I trailed off as he smirked, and swallowed hard.
"Don't worry, Miles. I got this. I promise."
I watched as he climbed off the bed and quickly removed his pants and underwear, then grabbed the lube from the nightstand before joining me.
Grabbing my legs, he pushed them up, and I grabbed the backs of my legs, holding myself open for him as Duckie's gaze latched onto my hole.
"Fuck!" I exclaimed in surprise, almost losing my grip on my legs as Duckie leaned down and ran his tongue over my hole. "Duckie..."
He licked me again, and a moan ripped out of me, my whole body shaking with howgoodit felt.
Duckie glanced up, his eyes darker than ever. "Okay?"
"Don't stop," I begged, and he smiled in satisfaction before leaning down again.
The tip of his tongue pushed against my hole, and I groaned as he slid inside. I'd never done this before, never had someone's tongue inside me, and I couldn't believe how good it felt. Even a dick hadn't felt as good as Duckie's tongue did.
Duckie spent the next few minutes driving me insane with his tongue, and by the time he replaced his tongue with his lubed fingers, I was ready to take him without prep.
I told him as much, but he gave me a look and continued prepping me, first with one finger, then two, and then three glorious fingers that had my cock leaking far too freely.
"Fuck, Duckie. I won't last," I mumbled, and he eyed me thoughtfully before leaning down and taking my cock into his mouth. "Fuck!"
He ran his tongue over my head as his lips squeezed around me, his fingers moving at a steady rhythm inside me, and that was all it took to make me spill into his mouth, my whole body shaking with the force of my climax.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," I mumbled rapidly as Duckie swallowed my cum, sucking at my cock until he'd drained the very last drop. Then, he sat upright, licking his lips like he'd had the best meal of his life.
The sight had my cock twitching, and I knew it wouldn't take long for me to be ready again.
Leaning down, Duckie brushed his lips against mine, and I deepened the kiss, humming as I tasted myself on his lips, on his tongue.
The scent of sex was thick in the air, and I breathed it in as I ran my palms up and down Duckie's back, holding him to me ashis fingers slowly moved inside me, sending sparks of pleasure up my spine.
"I want you inside me," I murmured against his lips, and he pulled back to meet my eyes.
