Page 13 of Truth or Dare, Cinderfella?

“Well, it really depends on why you’re here,” I wet my lips and crossed the threshold to place a hand on his bare arm, meeting Shane’s dark eyes. “Because if you saw my art and wanted to make that ending come true…”

“If I do?” Shane uncrossed his arms, knocking my hand loose, and I mourned the loss of contact until he reached out to tilt my face up, his thumb caressing my lower lip. “You think you’re a perfect fit for me… everywhere?”

Swallowing down my nerves, I felt the rush of attraction and endorphins from my head to my toes. It was time to make my recent dreams come true.

“Yes, I do.”

Chapter ten

Shane

Afteralmosttwoweeks,I couldn’t get Miles off my mind. I’d been attempting to put off my constant longing for the sexy man even before seeing the comic strip, but it ended up being my main distraction while not caring for my dad. Tatang was tired of me doting on him. Friday morning arrived, and my dad insisted I would be going back to work on Monday to announce his retirement.

Going home to my empty apartment had me restless, and I’d finally messaged my friends to see if they had Miles’ number. My trainer, Jefferson, didn’t have a clue, but he suggested that Q and A might. They said their sub was friends with Miles, and they would ask. I had hoped I could get in contact with the guy I’d been pining over for days, maybe chat and ask him out. I didn’t expect to get Miles’ home address a few hours later.

It seemed impulsive and foolhardy to just show up, but the romantic in me wanted to sweep Miles off his feet. He wasn’t a prince, but he still deserved to be treated like one. Maybe the flowers were too much, but I couldn’t show up empty-handed.

Miles was shocked to see me, and I wondered if he gave Cielo permission to share his information. I almost offered to give him my number and leave so he’d have space and time to think. Until I saw how turned-on Miles was. His pupils went wide, breathing shallow and fast, as his mouth parted at my touch.

Being in his presence turned me on as well. Partially from the memory of his soft pink lips stretched over me, gagging for me, but also everything about him. Miles was half my size, and I desperately wanted to manhandle his body after stripping him down. His smell was sweet and rich, like chocolate. Decadent and indulgent. I wanted a taste more than my next breath.

“You think you’re a perfect fit for me?”I asked him, referencing his work. But we’d already seen how well he could swallow me down. I wanted to make his story come true, just like he said.“Everywhere?”

Miles had audibly swallowed, and I felt the bob of his throat under my fingers.“Yes, I do,”he’d confirmed, cementing my decision to come over.

Moving my hand to hold the back of Miles’ head, I pulled him closer until we were chest to chest. Miles gripped me through my shirt at my waist and back, his warmth seeping past the fabric and making me shiver. I had so many plans for him.

“Can I kiss you on the mouth…and then strip you down so I can kiss you everywhere else?”

“Yes,” Miles whispered, his breath close enough to feel on my face. “Anywhere.”

Without another word, I dipped down to take his lips with mine. It was less tentative than the first night, our tongues coming out to play in a rhythm that felt natural. I gave, and he took. My body lit up with pleasure, the heat rushing to my cock and leaving me lightheaded.

“Fuck,” I pulled back only enough to kiss along Miles’ jaw. “What is it about you that turns me on so much?”

“I was just,” Miles panted as I made my way along the column of his neck to pull back his shirt and gain access to the soft skin of his collarbone, “thinking the same thing.”

My lips ghosted over his skin, wishing I could see it all, with nothing in the way, “Can I take this off?”

Instead of answering, Miles leaned back to pull his shirt off and I followed suit with my own. We reached for each other again, bare-chested, as our kisses grew more desperate. Miles walked backwards without breaking apart, and I followed until he almost tripped. I caught him in my arms and looked over Miles’ shoulder to see what caused the almost interruption.

There, in a clear plastic tub half pulled out from under his bed, was an open box of dicks. I recognized the shape and color of a few I memorized in his drawings. “Apparently art does imitate life.”

Miles groaned and tried to kick the box back to its hiding place, his face reddening. “This is so embarrassing.”

Catching him up in my arms again, I bent to rub Miles’ nose with mine. “If you’ve been using these, then it’s not embarrassing, it’s promising.”

“Huh?”

“No way would I attempt to have sex with you without a lot of planning and prep,” I explained, “but it seems you’ve recently taken care of that?”

“It’s still embarrassing, but yes,” Miles nodded, and finally met my gaze. His pink cheeks set off his mismatched eyes, and I knew I needed to see him come undone when he admitted, “Most recently before lunch today, but I showered right after, too.”

“If you want me to eat that sexy ass, I suggest you get your pants off for me,” I instructed, happy to put us back on track.

Miles scrambled to comply, a wide grin on his face as he stumbled out of his gray sweats and landed on the mattress. He was a vision of pale skin and had very little body hair. His nipples were small and peaked in arousal, just like his dick, both begging to be sucked on.

“Pinch your nipples for me,” I told him, watching to see what got Miles off while I decided how I wanted to devour the person laid out for me like a meal.

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