Page 14 of Truth or Dare, Cinderfella?

Miles was ready and waiting for me, so I toed off my shoes and kneeled between his legs on the teal comforter. I grabbed one of the pillows to prop his hips up, using my other hand to lift him by his ankle.

“Oh, fuck,” Miles mumbled while I unbuttoned my pants. I didn’t take them off, but I needed less pressure on my dick.

“You want me to undress?”

“No, I mean, yes, but–” Miles bit his lip and reached out to squeeze my biceps. “I like how strong you are. I want you to move me however you want me. Don’t be afraid to hurt me, Shane.”

My name on his lips was a beautiful sound, and I wanted to hear it yelled out. I knew he meant more than hurting him on the outside. Miles said he could take a big dick, and after seeing his box of toys, I believed him.

First, I was going to show him I knew how to please a lover in bed with more than my cock. Bending his legs up, Miles wrapped both arms around the backs of his knees, baring his ass to me. The tight pucker was surrounded by a delectable bubble butt I wanted to sink my teeth into.

“Any new partners since you sucked me off?” I asked, hoping for a no, but knowing it was possible. “No judgment, I just only have one condom on me and really want to rim you.”

“Are you kidding? I couldn’t even think of anyone but you since then.” Miles bit his lip on a grin and reached to pull open the drawer of the nearby nightstand. I saw condoms of many different brands and multiple options for lube. “I’m sure you can find your size here.”

“Love how well-prepared you are. Such a boy scout,” I smirked and quickly grabbed a brand I knew, along with a pump bottle of lube, which I left on the nightstand. “And I’ve been too busy thinking about you, too.”

We met in a filthy kiss, his dick leaking against my abs while mine poked at his crease, hands groping and feeling our way as we learned one another’s bodies. I made my way down his body until my mouth was close enough to tease Miles with licks to his cock, working him over until he was begging me to suck him down.

“Patience, sexy,” I teased, lifting his legs again for Miles to hold back. I lapped at his balls, feeling them draw up as Miles threw his head back in pleasure.

“Yes, please, Shane. I need–”

“Shh, I’ve got you,” I spat on his hole and rubbed my thumb around the rim, only giving him a moment to relax before I dove in. His moans spurred me on as I lapped at Miles’ hole, humming in appreciation. The vibration of my noises had Miles shaking, and I wondered if he could come from my tongue on his ass alone. “If I make you come, can you still take my dick?”

“Oh, God,” Miles’ cock twitched over his stomach at my words, leaking precum and answering my question about how easily Miles could orgasm. “Yes, I can go multiple rounds.”

“Good.” I licked my lips and waited until Miles looked at me again. “Because once won’t be enough for me.”

Chapter eleven

Miles

Despitegettingoffalreadythat day—alright, twice that day—Shane’s mouth and hands had me on a hair trigger. I knew the slightest breath of a touch to my dick or prostate would push me straight over the edge.

Somehow, Shane seemed to know this, and avoided both with skill. He had two thick fingers in my ass along with his tongue, scissoring them and making me thrash with how good it felt. Still, I wasn’t full enough. Whimpering my need, as I was long past words, Shane took his fingers away from me and then I really whined.

“I’ve got you, just need lube for this,” Shane kneeled up and got a pump of lube before diving back in, using two fingers straight away. Instead of rimming my hole, he licked and sucked on my taint while working a third finger inside of me. “You’re going to come for me, Miles. And then you’re going to beg for my dick.”

“Fuck,” I sucked in a breath as Shane tapped my prostate. He moved his mouth to my dick and sucked as he did it again, thrusting his fingers in and out of me in quick succession. I tried to give Shane a warning when I felt heat pool in my lower belly, but he didn’t stop. “I’m gonna come–”

Shane took my dick to the root, and I felt it hit the back of his throat at the same time he pegged my prostate, and my vision went bright white. He swallowed down the first spurt of my cum, pulling off to suck my next one. He pulled off me with a pop, licking his lips as if savoring my taste, but not taking his fingers out of my body.

“Mmm, thank you.” Shane smiled up at me, kissing the sensitive tip of my cockhead while I let my legs go limp. “Glad I could finally return the favor.”

“Thankyou,” I breathed out, catching his raised eyebrow and laughing. “Yes, I still want your dick in my ass.”

“Want a bit to recover, or some water?” Shane asked, starting to pull out of my hole, but I put my hand over his to stop his movement.

“No, I’m afraid you’ll disappear again, and I’ll miss my chance with you,” I admitted, feeling vulnerable at the admission.

“Well, I won’t turn into a pumpkin, or however that story goes,” Shane smirked and kissed my inner thigh. “But I also wrote my number on the card in the flowers. I wasn’t sure if you’d be home.”

“Clever. Look who’s the boy scout now,” I chuckled and then moaned at how Shane's fingers brushed my inner walls with the slight movement. “But I’m at the begging for your cock stage now.”

With his free hand, Shane reached for a tissue and the condom he set aside and tore the wrapper open with his teeth, then pulled it out and started to roll it down his length. I whistled at his skills until he finally took his other hand back to wipe his fingers and pull his pants off the rest of the way. I’d somehow missed the part where Shane was still mostly dressed. Then his gorgeous dick was there in front of me, and all other thoughts left the building.

Shane stood over me stroking his cock, the rubber almost translucent as he added lube before joining me in the bed again. Shane settled between my legs, leaning on his elbows so he wasn’t crushing my body. I tilted my head for him to kiss me, and we moved with more patience than before. My orgasm had taken the edge off for me, the urgency to finish the race pushed to the background. Still, I could feel how tightly wound Shane was, holding everything back to make sure I was good.

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