Page 150 of Seasons of Love
He treats the other nipple the same way before moving down my chest.
I instinctively put my hand on my chest. He looks up.
“I’m sorry,” I say.
“What are you sorry for?”
“I’m not…my hair is…I’m…”
“You’re stunning, Ellis. I like your hair, all of it. The dark brown, the white ones on the sides of your head.” He kisses my hand and pushes it away. “And I particularly like that your chest hair has even more gray. Fuck, I never imagined you’d be this sexy.”
“I’m getting old.” Fuck, I hate that my insecurities are getting the best of me when it’s clear Milo likes what he sees.
“I’m aware of that and don’t give a shit. I bet you a blowjob that I’m growing old at the same rate.”
I laugh. “Deal.”
He unbuttons my jeans.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
“I won the bet. Or do you need to consult your science books?”
“But I…”
He laughs. “Oh no, no, no. You said you want to get out of your head, and I want to get your head. It’s a fair trade.”
I laugh, but it turns into a moan when Milo opens the remaining buttons on my jeans and my erection springs free.
“No underwear. I like it.” He sits on his heels and pulls my jeans until they’re completely off.
He stares at me in what looks like awe, but I have to close my eyes because I’m too naked and he’s too dressed. If he doesn’t do anything, I might just bolt.
“Milo,” I beg.
His hands run up my calves, massaging my muscles and relaxing me. Well, part of me because the other part is anything but relaxed.
With his hands on the back of my knees, Milo pulls my legs up until I’m totally exposed to him.
“What are you—” I open my eyes and gawk as Milo removes his T-shirt with one hand while the other keeps me in place. Then he does what I least expect.
He lowers his face and licks a path from the rim of my hole to my balls, where he sucks them into his mouth one at a time. When I think I’m about to die, he carries on his path until his mouth opens to take my crown.
“Fuck…oh fuck.”
I don’t know what he’s doing with his tongue, but it feels so good together with the suction.
“Ugh, Milo. Christ…fucking…”
“Mr. Bradford, I hope you don’t take that potty mouth into the classroom.”
I moan as he takes me deeper until my cock fills his mouth.
No, I don’t take this language into the classroom, but right now, there are no other words to express what he’s doing to me, so fuck will have to do.
His hands explore my legs, my stomach, and around my back, where he squeezes the globes of my ass, but his mouth never stops.
“Fuck, Milo, I’m so close.”
