Page 83 of More Than a Spark

His brow ticked and a coy smile spread over his lips. “Yeah? Let’s go.” He jumped from the couch, then grabbed my hand and pulled me up. “See you both in the morning.”

“Sure. I’ll get the therapist’s number from Mia.” Cash snuggled down into Silas’ lap. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do, Milo.”

Barking out a laugh, Milo led me toward the hallway and said, “That leaves it wide open, doesn’t it?”

“It sure does.” Cash giggled.

TWENTY-ONE

MILO

Iled Ryder into my room. Things were falling into place so well for us. If only I didn’t have this job thing hanging over my head.

Ryder shut the door, then stepped to me, his stunning face lit up by the low lamps on my nightstand, his plump lips and his dark eyes surrounded by a wave of his long bangs. With his brows furrowing, he asked, “Have you told your mom about us?”

I blinked. “Uh, no.” I grabbed his hands and held them between us, my gaze flicking to the bandage on his arm, then to his face. “I hadn’t thought about it. I’m sorry.” Why the hell hadn’t I told her? She’d be a little surprised maybe, but I knew she’d be happy for me.

“It’s okay.” With a smirk, he shifted his weight. “I suppose you haven’t had time with school starting up and all that.”

“It did sort of slip my mind.” I pulled him backward to my bed, then sat on the edge and he fell in next to me. “I haven’t talked to my mom in a while.” Which in itself was unusual. “We’ve had so many gigs and I’ve been working so much this summer?—”

“I get it, Milo. I’m not mad at you.” He brushed a curl off my forehead, then gazed deeply into my eyes. “I guess your mom is another person I have to come out to, huh.” He quirked the edge of his mouth.

“I suppose. Do you want me to wait to tell her?” My gaze fell to his lips and my cock woke. I didn’t really want to talk about parents anymore. I’d rather be exploring my boyfriend’s limits.

“No, you don’t have to wait. Just let me know how you want to do it.” He huffed a laugh. “Maybe we can meet her for dinner next? It seems to be a theme, meeting parents for a meal and coming out to them.” His gaze flicked to my swelling cock inside my shorts. “You uh, don’t want to talk about this anymore, do you.” He cupped my balls and shoved me down to my back.

My breath caught. “No, I don’t.” Finally, he was getting the hint.

Lying down next to me on his side, he unfastened my shorts and peeked at the pink lace underwear underneath. “Fuck me.” He slid his hand under the shorts, rubbing my solid dick through the lace, then nuzzled into my ear. “If I had known what you had on under your shorts tonight, we wouldn’t have stayed as long as we did at my mom’s.” He licked the shell of my ear.

Sensation shivered down my spine to lodge in my balls and I let out a ragged moan. “You should know by now, I always having something like this on.” I skimmed my fingers over his cheek and tilted my head, giving him access to nibble down the column of my neck and over my collar bone.

He cupped my pec in his hand, squeezed, then with a groan, bit at my nipple through my shirt. “You turn me on something fierce, Milo.” Dipping his hand under my shirt, he skimmed it up my abs, then pinched my other nipple. “Fuck.” He ground his hard dick on my thigh.

As pleasure sparked inside me, I arched my back and gasped. I was his to do whatever he pleased.

“I want you to do things to me, Milo.” Raising my shirt up to my armpits, he bit at my chest, then licked down my stomach, his tongue flicking under the band of my panties. “Lift your hips. I want these shorts off.”

I shimmied further up the bed, then lifted my hips, my cock twitching under the lacy underwear and dribbling precum.

After sliding my shorts down and off my legs, he crawled between my thighs and pressed his mouth to my balls, the heat of his breath quivering over my skin.

“Oh, fuck.” I clutched his hair and guided him to my aching cockhead. “Suck me, Ryder.” I needed him, right now.

He carefully flipped the band of the panties down, then sucked the tip, fluttering his tongue over my slit.

As sensation rolled through me and tingled my skin, I gasped and thrust, pushing my cock deeper into his mouth. God, I wanted to fuck more than his mouth. I wanted to own him again.

He pulled the panties lower and sucked me down, his cheeks hollowing with the force of it. A moan rumbled out of him and the vibration threw me to the edge.

“S-stop, fuck.” I shoved his shoulders. “You don’t want me to come already, do you?” We’d barely gotten started.

A sly smile spread over his swollen lips. “No, definitely not.” He crawled off the bed and shimmied off his shirt, then shucked his trousers and briefs down and off his legs, his dick standing tall, reaching toward his navel, the head almost purple. He slowly stroked himself, his gaze affixed to me. “Undress, except leave those panties on.”

I sat up to shrug my shirt off, then tossed it to the floor. “What are we doing, Ryder?” I dipped my gaze to his firm cock, leaking precum into his fingers, then up to his darkened eyes.

After his tongue circled his lips, he said, “Youare fucking me again.” His brow tipped up.

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