Page 71 of More Than a Spark

Sensation shivered down my stomach and pulsed my dick. My breath caught. “I don’t know yet. I was thinking um…we could try?—”

“You want to try one of my toys?” His eyes widened and he raked his teeth over the soft skin of my neck, then nibbled down to my collar bone.

I tipped my head back, goosebumps rising on my heated skin. “Yeah, I do.” Surely every guy I’d hung out with tonight had tried anal. Well, except maybe Leo. But still, I didn’t want to be the odd man out. And Milo would make it fantastic.

“Okay, Ryder.” He shoved me to the edge of his bed. “Get undressed and give me your ass. I’m going to make sure you’ll be begging me for it every time.”

“Oh, fuck.” My cock twitched and dribbled precum in my underwear. He was smaller than me, but I loved it when he took control like this. I shimmied my shirt off, then slid my jeans and briefs down and threw everything into the corner. As I climbed onto the bed on my hands and knees, I glanced behind me.

Milo slowly stroked his cock through his lacy underwear, tilting his head and tonging his lower lip. “You have the best ass, Ryder. Really.”

“Yeah?” I plopped down on said ass. “How do you want me?”

“On your back, knees up and spread.” He stepped to his nightstand and grabbed his lube and a smaller black plug from the drawer.

Uh-huh. He’d snuck a new toy into his drawer. He’d been waiting for this. I lay back against the pillows, resting on the headboard, then lifted and spread my knees wide. Fuck, I felt exposed like this, but it was such a turn on, too. My cock leaked a thread of precum onto my stomach.

Milo crawled between my legs and laid the lube and plug next to me on the bed.

As I eyed the toy, he grabbed my chin and turned my head, his darkened green eyes meeting mine, his eyelids hooded. “Kiss me, Ryder.”

Hooking my hand around the back of his head, I pulled him in and laid claim to his mouth, slipping my tongue inside to glide along his.

He fell over me, our chests and hips touching, the tip of his hot, wet cock pressed against me. Rocking his hips, he moaned into our kiss, and pinched my nipple.

“Fuck.” A shock of pleasure raced to my balls, and I thrust against his stomach, pressure building inside me. I met his mouth with more hungry kisses and groaned as needy whimpers escaped him. We kissed and rutted against each other for a few good, long minutes, my senses heightening, anticipating what would come next. He was drawing my desire out of me, my little, devious Milo.

Breaking the kisses, he nibbled down the column of my neck, then lapped at my nipple, teasing it with swirling strokes, before moving downward. He tipped his head and gave me a barely-there grin before moving down further still. As he licked his way to my cock, he cupped my balls and flicked his tongue over the flared tip.

“Uh…” I arched my head back as pleasure sparked in my gut. He’d gotten me all worked up again before the main attraction. “Shit, Milo. How do you do that?”

“What?” He fisted the base of my dick and licked up the shaft, then gazed up at me as he devoured me whole and pumped.

“Oh my God.” My stomach clenched as sensation shuddered over my body, curling my toes. “Careful. Fuck, don’t make me come before?—”

“Oh, you’re not coming anytime soon.” He sat up on tucked legs and swiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “I’ll see to that.”

Goosebumps broke out over my chest and stomach. What the fuck was he doing to me? Whatever it was, I liked it. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” He snatched the lube and spread it on one of his fingers, then fell over me on a straight arm, his free hand sliding between my ass cheeks, fixating on me. “If you want me to stop, tell me, okay?”

“Yeah, okay.” I gave a stuttered nod, my balls aching. Holy hell, here we go.

“I need you to relax for me. It’s going to hurt at first. But if you can relax, it’ll feel really good.” He circled his finger around my hole.

My ass clenched and released. “O-okay.” I took long, deep breaths and fixated on his dick, straining to break free of the black lace. Yeah, that was a turn on. I’d focus on that.

He lowered himself to my cock and worked the tip into his mouth, his tongue fluttering all around it, then pushed the tip of his finger inside me.

The pressure lit me up inside, but was replaced by the sensation of his tongue on my dick. Did it hurt like he’d said it would or not? Fuck, did I care? I was fine with it.

As he watched me, he slowly pressed his finger in deeper, sucking harder on the end of my dick, his tongue flicking into the slit.

“Oh, fuck.” I arched my back as pleasure and pain melded into one, then relaxed as a burst of sensation sparked up my spine. I let out a ragged moan. Was that my prostate? “Milo, whatever you just did, do it again.”

He nodded shortly over my dick and hit the spot, over and over again.

Gasping, I clutched the covers and spread my legs wider. “More, Milo, do it more.” I needed it now, whatever it was.

---