Yep. When can you get here?
Archer
Ten minutes?
Milo
I’ll be waiting.
With my cock already plumping, I adjusted myself in my athletic shorts. “I’ll uh, see you all later.” I hopped up from my chair. I had helped cook, so I didn’t feel too badly about leaving.
“Have a good time.” With a sly grin, Ace stood up next to me and patted my back.
“Oh, I will.” I grabbed my car keys off the kitchen counter and left. I wasn’t going to waste any time.
After parkingmy Honda SUV on the front curb at Milo’s home, I scanned over the thick grass in his yard and tall trees in the neighborhood, the orange hues of the sunset splashing across the sky. His house was in a similar bungalow style to mine, but still had the original landscaping.
I climbed out of my vehicle and strode up the walkway.
The door flung open, and Milo stepped onto the entry, his dark curls surrounding his green eyes, a white, cropped top showing off the muscles of his abs over his tight jean shorts. He was way smaller than me and cute as hell.
“Hey, you.” I cupped his cheek and pressed a long, deep kiss on his mouth.
He leaned into me and freed a soft moan into my kiss, then broke it. “You look good tonight.” He flashed his eyes at me, then with a giggle, snatched my hand and led me into his house.
I perused the modern black sectional in the main room with dark wood coffee tables, then followed him down the hallway and into his bedroom. I’d never spent any time in the main room here but was always in his bedroom. Shit, like the puck bunny Tyler had mentioned? No, it wasn’t the same.
A soft glow lit the room from the closed draperies on the wall of Milo’s bedroom. Since it was still summer, the sun was out late. My gaze fell to his desk. He had a pair of huge monitors on it and some digital drawing pads that I wasn’t too sure how he used. Posters hung on his walls of the types of beautiful men you might see in a video game or an anime. “You drew those, right?” I’d yet to ask him too much about himself.
“I did.” He stepped to me and looked up, his tongue darting over his thick lips, his hands brushing over my chest. “When do you start hockey practice?”
“In about a week.” I planted my hands on his hips, my cock waking and lengthening in my shorts. “I’m pretty much free the rest of the week though.”
“Yeah? Good to know.” He pressed his lips to mine, softly at first, then harder, sliding his tongue inside my mouth and tangling it with my own. Pinching a nipple, he ground his solid dick on mine.
Sensation sparked from my chest to my aching cock, and I wound my hand around the back of his neck, our kisses growing hungry, needful.
He walked me to the edge of his bed, then shoved me down on my back. “Can I fuck you again?” His eyelids hooded over his darkened eyes, and he unfastened his shorts and shucked themdown his legs, his cock straining to his hip under a pair of red lace panties.
My dick pulsed in my shorts and dribbled precum into my underwear. He was taking control again. He was a wicked one and I loved it. “Hell yes.” I shimmied my shorts and boxer briefs off, then skimmed my shirt over my head and threw it all to the floor. My breath quickened as my gaze raked over his slender body from head to toe.
With a sexy smirk, he climbed onto the bed in only his short shirt and panties, and straddled my hips, then fell over me on straight arms. “I love fucking you, Archer.” He flicked his tongue over my mouth, then sucked the bottom lip between his teeth and pulled on it.
My skin heated and my balls ached. “I love it when you fuck me.” Because, no other guys did it quite like him. Maybe they were unsure because of my size, who knew.
He sat on my dick and wiggled his hips, then nibbled down the column of my neck and pinched one nipple, then the other.
Rocking into him, I chased friction and pressure. “Fuck…” I rasped, kneading my fingers into his back, then down to cup his ass.
With a sly grin, he crept his way down me, stopping at my nipples to flick them with his tongue and giving them a soft bite, then licked his way to my groin.
My skin pebbled with goosebumps and my cock pulsed off my stomach. “Suck me a little, Milo.” I needed it now.
With a flash of his eyes, he peeked up at me, then devoured me whole, sucking my cock into his hot, wet mouth and fluttering his tongue over my shaft while fisting the base.
“Oh, holy hell.” With a groan, I slapped my hands to the back of his head and thrust into his pumping mouth. Pleasure wound tight in my gut and tingled all the way to my toes, curling them.
His cheeks hollowed with the force of his sucking, and he took me to the back of his throat, then moaned over my dick.