Page 8 of Miles

Miles backed toward the bed, pulling Kaz with him. When he sat down, Kaz climbed into his lap, arms wrapping around the back of Miles’s neck. Hands found his ass, fingers digging into his cheeks. He rolled his hips and groaned, his head falling back as his eyes shut, loving the feeling of Miles against him.

“Kiss me,” he ordered, a thrill running through him when Miles didn’t hesitate to claim his mouth. Miles’s kiss was raw and rough, his tongue working Kaz’s hard. Miles was makingit clear he was in charge, and for some inexplicable reason, he liked it. He liked it a whole hell of a lot.

A finger sliding between his cheeks to press against his hole had him groaning and tearing his mouth away to stare down at Miles.

“You want that?” Miles asked, voice dripping with lust.

Fuck, yeah, he wanted that. He’d never wanted anything more.

He wanted Miles to fuck him like there was no tomorrow. He wanted Miles to wear him out so good he’d barely be able to walk after. He wanted to forget his name. He wanted to forget everything except Miles.

“Yes,” he breathed.

Miles turned them so Kaz was on his back on the bed, looking up at him. He was smiling smugly right until Miles lowered his head and wrapped his lips around his nipple, teeth dragging over it.

“Fuck,” he exclaimed, head dropping back on the bed.

Miles’s mouth moved lower, tongue darting out to lick at the junction between his thigh and torso. He sucked in a breath, then cursed when Miles went past his painfully hard length to kiss a path up his thigh.

“Fucker,” he breathed, doing his best to glare at Miles but failing miserably.

Miles looked up, amber eyes shining with a depravity he could only be proud to have brought out of him.

Lips wrapped around the head of his cock, and he thought he might’ve died and gone to heaven. Holy shit thatfelt amazing. The heat. The suction. The way his cock looked between Miles’s stretched lips.Fuck.

Miles took him to the back of his throat and swallowed, forcing a low cry out of him. He’d never need porn again if he had a video of that. It was the most erotic thing he’d ever seen. The fact that Miles knew what he was doing was such a fucking turn-on.

Miles pulled off him, staring down at him with a desperate need flashing through his eyes that he felt right into his soul. He wanted more. So much more. He needed Miles to fuck him. He needed it like he needed air.

“Lube?” Miles asked.

Kaz sucked in a breath before rolling over and rising to his hands and knees so he could crawl across the bed to the nightstand where he kept his supplies. He didn’t make it far before a slap to his ass had him dropping to his elbows with a moan, his back arching and his ass in the air. Hands grabbed his cheeks, kneading and spreading them. He heard Miles spit, and then he felt something wet sliding down his crack. A finger followed, rubbing his wet hole before pushing inside.

“Fuck, yes,” he said between panting breaths, pushing back against Miles and taking his finger deeper.

“Fuck,” Miles groaned, the sound so deep and guttural it sent a fresh wave of lust rushing through Kaz, his cock growing impossibly harder.

Miles pumped his finger in and out of Kaz a few times before adding another. Kaz grabbed handfuls of the sheet, holding on for dear life as Miles spread him wide, everywanton sound Miles made leaving him teetering on the edge he didn’t want to fall over yet.

The fingers disappeared, and he groaned at the sting across his left cheek when Miles slapped it again.

“Get the lube,” Miles ordered.

He somehow made it to the nightstand and grabbed both lube and condoms, throwing both toward Miles. He pressed his lips together to keep from laughing when the bottle of lube nearly hit Miles in the head. Miles glared at him, and he figured he shouldn’t tell him it only turned him on because then Miles might never look at him like that again just to punish him.

He was such a fucking masochist when it came to Miles. It was nothing new, though he realized that this was what he’d wanted all along. He pushed Miles until he put his hands on him every fucking time he saw him. He’d wanted Miles all this time. Now he had him. It was the most thrilling thought he’d ever had, and he felt a rush of desire so staggering he nearly forgot to breathe.

He made his way back across the bed to Miles and kissed that glare away, hands trailing up the man’s chest. Knowing it was Miles’s lips on his, Miles’s heated skin under his hands, was as exhilarating as riding his bike, if not more. He knew what would definitely be more exhilarating.

He lay back, grinning up at Miles as the man settled between his spread thighs. His lips parted, his heart thundering in his chest as he met Miles’s gaze and got sucked into that amber sea of hunger.

Miles’s eyes gleamed, and then he lowered his head andwrapped his lips around Kaz’s hard length. A curse fell from his lips as heat consumed him. Fingers plunged inside him, the slick of the lube making it easier for Miles’s thick fingers as he worked him open.

“Fuck,” he gasped out, writhing under Miles, “So good.”

He threaded his fingers through Miles’s blond strands, holding on as Miles sucked him deep into his mouth and added another finger, the burn of the stretch leaving him gasping from a fresh wave of desperate need.

“God, you’re good at that,” he said, voice breathy and full of the lust he felt for Miles.

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