Page 68 of Quarantined
I have never been one to do rebellious teenage acts to get attention. Now I get it. I understand why teenagers do self-harm acts for attention. Any attention is better than none at all.
I stare at my phone, willing it to ring. Minutes pass by. I am blinking back tears as no call or text comes through. I am so alone. Suddenly I am that thirteen-year-old girl again, who moved to New York for the first time. Lost. Confused. Lonely.
And per usual, only one person is readily here for me. Only one person who can make it all better. Leaving my useless phone behind, I stride towards Milo’s room.
“Is everything okay?” Milo is frowning. I am sure he can tell from my facial expression that I am on the verge of tears. Milo jumps out of his desk chair and quickly pulls me in for a hug.
Milo. Of course, it’s always fucking Milo. Always picking up the pieces after my shithead parents. I stay quiet and seek out comfort on his large chest.
Milo closes the door behind me and lifts me up. He sits on the bed, with me on his lap. I nestle into his warm hold.
“Do you wanna talk about it?”
“No,” I immediately respond, a little harsher than I intended.
Milo looks shocked at my tone. He quickly masks his expression. “It’s okay,” he says quietly. “I understand. I won’t push you.”
He understands. He knows why I can’t talk about things. I don’t need my parents. I don’t care how wrong this is. Right now, I don’t care what anyone else would say. I don’t even care if Mr. Alpert and his family were to walk into this room, gasping in shock.
I. Don’t. Care.
I only need Milo. I need his electrifying touch. His paralyzing look. His warmth.
My body has instinctively learned to react positively to him. All he has to do is touch me and I am putty in his hands. Maybe it’s because he is my first. I am sure there is something about our initial sexual experiences defining what we like in bed, as time goes on.
Or maybe because it’s Milo. I might be new to this, but I am experienced enough to know he is amazing in bed. I am glad I have him as my guide into the sexual realm. He makes everything infinitely better.
Milo is already shirtless. He is only wearing a pair of sweatpants that are hanging low. His chest is warm, perfectly golden tan, smooth with very few hairs in the middle. I place my palm on his chest and start touching him.
He is beautiful. Like a sculpture. I just want to touch him everywhere.
The way Milo is watching me encourages me. Flicking my tongue out, I start to lick him from his pectoral muscles and lower myself down to my knees to lick to his six-pack. I trace his perfect V with my fingers before running my tongue over it as well.
Grabbing hold of his sweatpants, I easily slide them down. I grab Milo’s dick from the base. His shaft is long and thick. I still have no idea how that thing fits inside me.
I see a drop of precum and on instinct lean over to lick it off.
“Oh my God,” he mouths, gaping at me.
Feeling wanted, admired, confident, I lean over for long slow licks, using both my hands to grasp him from the base. All my thoughts, shame, and rejection have depleted from my brain. I stroke him while I suck him off till I can feel his erection be unbelievably hard. Rising to my feet, I wiggle out of my shorts.
Milo grabs for me, pulling me close so I can straddle him. Slowly he positions me on his straining erection as my wet lips rub against him. This position is new to us. Staring deep into his eyes, I take hold of his shaft, brushing his hands off. I need to be in charge right now. And from the look of it, Milo does not mind.
I guide him inside me, putting my hands on his shoulders as I lower myself onto his cock. I slowly work his hard length inside me, adjusting and rotating till I find the most pleasurable position.
“Oh my God,” I can’t help but pant.
“Fuck, baby.” Milo puts one hand around my waist and on my hip to guide me. But I won’t let him control today’s session.
Instead, I guide his hand to my clit, so he can rub the right spot as I take charge. I rock against him, till I hit a spot that makes me tighten up. I feel his dick throbbing and pulsing inside me as we intensify our movements.
“Raven, I wanna hear you come,” he says, out of breath before he leans up to take my lips.
“Then, don’t stop.”
My eyes are unfocused, hands clamping down on his chest as Milo increases the tempo on my sensitive spot. I am still riding him when my body decides it can’t hold off any longer. I dig my nails onto his chest as I convulse.
“That’s it, baby, come for me,” he murmurs as he quickly moves his hand from my clit, to use both hands on my hips and grind me further into him, extending my orgasm.
