Page 161 of Seasons of Love
I flip us so I’m on top of him.
“I believe I owe you an orgasm, and you promised me I could have this.” I run my hand down his side until I reach his ass and squeeze his butt cheek. “I wouldn’t want to break a promise, would I?”
“I hope not.”
I reach over to the bedside table to get supplies, and then I remember I’m out of condoms.
“Fuck.”
“What’s up?”
“I don’t have any condoms. I haven’t been with anyone in a long time. I’ve been tested since, and I’m negative, but I can’t afford PrEP, even with my insurance,” I say.
“My last relationship was exclusive, but I got tested when it ended. Haven’t been with anyone since.”
I look into his eyes.
“Are we good?”
He smiles. “We’re good. But I’ll be even better once you get your dick inside me.”
24
ELLIS
“I never pegged you as a demanding bottom,” Milo says, grabbing the small bottle of lube. “Always so calm and collected every time I saw you.”
He places the bottle on my stomach. “If this bottle moves an inch…”
I laugh, and he gives me a serious look, placing the bottle back after it slides onto the bedsheets.
“And I never pegged you for a teasing top,” I bite back. “Always so shy and couldn’t put one word in front of the other.”
“I was only shy because I had a massive crush on you and didn’t want to make a fool of myself. Now…like I was saying, if the bottle moves, I get to pick where I come.”
“And if the bottle doesn’t move?”
“I still get to pick where I come, but you will also come.”
I drop my head on the pillow. “Fuck.”
“We’ll get to that. Now open up.”
I raise my legs, careful to mind the bottle. This would be so much easier if I had abs, but I’ve never in my life had any definition in my stomach other than flat, which it no longer is. I put that wish aside and focus on breathing through my chest.
Milo runs his blunt nails over the back of my legs. I feel goosebumps rise on my skin. My cock is impossibly hard, but he’s not getting anywhere near it.
“You look so good like this,” he says. “Your ass fills out a pair of pants like nothing I’ve ever seen, but I like it better when it’s filling my hand.” He kneads both globes of my ass and lowers his head.
I prepare myself for the feeling of his tongue on my hole and hope I’ll last longer than last time, but he kisses and teases me everywhere except where I need him.
“Are you trying to kill—ugh…fuck, yes,” I cry when I finally feel his warm tongue in the right place.
“Shh, be quiet, or it’ll be game over for both of us.”
“Sorry, but Christ, Milo. Do that again, please.” I’m not beneath begging or indulging in something that feels so good. Which is the reason I keep buying those damn brioches and my stomach is no longer flat.
“You taste so good. I could be here forever,” he says against my hole. More goosebumps, and then he’s seeking entry with his tongue.
