Page 30 of Milo
Now my brain is thinking Big thoughts, they’re going a mile a minute. Clay is someone that’s never going to push me into being uncomfortable and he’s so damn easy to be comfortable with. “I… I think. Would you want…” And I’m butchering it. I clamp my mouth shut.
“Whatever it is?—”
“I am so fucking horny right now, I don’t think my hand will do the job.” And it’s out there.
He swallows. “Are you sure?”
“Totally sure. These are Big Milo thoughts. He kicked Little Milo out.” I squirm in my seat. We’re almost home.
“What does Big Milo want to do?”
I tap a finger to my bottom lip, thinking. “I’ve never sucked a dick before. Never frotted. That’s high on the list of things to do.”
“You have a list?”
“Yep. Milo’s fuck list. Blow job, frotting, rim job, anal. Rory says thigh sex is fun, so that’s on the list. We can try docking? I still don’t quite understand what that’s about, but willing to test it.”
Clay’s lips twitch. “I’m happy to help you explore your sexual side however you want. But you did just tell me you wanted connection.” He pulls into his parking slot and parks.
“We have a connection. You’ve seen me as Milo and Little Milo. Yousee me.”
“I can wait until you’re ready, Milo.”
“It’s quick, I know, but I trust you with everything. I want your mouth on mine. On my body. Your hands everywhere. You’ve made my year. I want to give you something in return.”
“No. I don’t want you to offer yourself up as if you need to give me something. Being a Daddy for you is…” he goes quiet for so long I wonder if he’s lost his train of thought. “Amazing. That’s the best I can describe it. I’ve had other Littles, but being your Daddy even for this brief time has been the most rewarding.”
I blink back at him. “Really?”
“Yes.”
“Ugh, and that makes me want you even more. I know you’re going to be the most perfect partner for me in everyway and Big Milo is horny for it. Just a thought flipped a switch or something. I don’t know, but I want it. Want you. Want to wake up in your arms. Your big cuddly arms.”
He unbuckles me and I’m on his side of the truck before he can stop me. I’m so small it’s an easy fit on his lap. “Just a kiss?”
His eyes drop to my lips, and he nods. I lean into him. His hands are so gentle on my hips.
“I’ve never kissed anyone before, so you have to teach me, Clay.”
He takes control and pulls me closer, cupping the back of my head. When our lips meet, it’s like a thousand colors burst behind my eyes. Like I finally know what all the fuss is about kissing. Or maybe kissing Clay is everything. I moan when he licks at my lips. I let him in and experience something so different and sensual I can’t help but rub against him. I don’t realize I’ve done it until he stills my hips. But I want more than that.
“Please? More?”
“More what?” Clay’s voice is rough.
“Kisses,” I whisper. “See what it might lead to, but don’t force anything.”
He growls and rips his door open, pulling me with him when he drops to the ground. “Your lips are sweet from all that candy I let you eat tonight. I can’t get enough. I want to suck the flavor from your lips until they’re swollen.”
I whimper. “Yes.”
He fumbles with his door and finally gets it open. We shed our coats, and he unzips my footie pajamas halfway before he picks me up and carries me to the couch.
“I think I like caveman Clay.” I giggle into his neck and lavish him with tiny kisses along his jawline.
He drops to the center of his couch, and I can’t help but straddle him. He’s so wide compared to my legs, it’s a stretch, but I don’t have time to think if it’s uncomfortable or not. Clay’s hands roam inside the top of my pajamas, dragging his blunt nails across my skin, drawing out tiny moans with each touch.
“Don’t stop.” I lean in to keep kissing him, just nibbling at his stubbled jaw, his throat, his lips. The sounds of our breathing pick up. He’s hard against my stomach and when I rub against him again, he doesn’t stop me. “Touch me, Clay,” I whisper against his cheek and draw the zipper of my pajamas down even further until my leaking cock springs free.
