MILO'S P.O.V.
She really isn't slowing down tonight, I know her folks aren't here but eating her out on the living room couch definitely feels like I'm asking for trouble.
Not that it's stopping me.
"Fuck Milo... right there..."
Flicking my tongue around her little bundle of nerves, I know she wants it to stay in that spot that makes her toes curl but I just can't stop myself from making her moan for just a little while more.
Lowering my tongue to her entrance, I push my hands against her inner thighs to spread her open before letting it slip inside. I can taste every inch of her, feel her thighs quivering under the pressure of my touch. She's screaming like I'm about to kill her...
Yet it's not doing to me what it usually does.
Pushing myself in and out of her over and over again, her flavour is on every bud of my tongue and I can feel everything pouring out of her dripping down my chin. Usually at this point I'd be ready to ride her into dawn but I'm really fucking off tonight.
Not that she can tell, obviously. Rolling up her slit until I find her clit again, I flick it roughly with the tip of my tongue. She twitches each time, curling her hands into the soft cream blanket that covers the seats, one she's definitely going to need to wash when we're done.
Just as I can feel she's ready to fall off the edge, I push two fingers inside her, hitting as deep as I can and forcing her to scream out my name. When we first started dating she only liked things done gently, but there's been a change in her and I don't hate it.
She pushes down on my thrusts, meeting each and every one until I'm practically being smothered by her. Grasping her ass with my spare hand, I tilt her hips and bury my face deep into her, making sure to swipe my tongue over every inch that makes her shake until she's gripping my hair to keep my head against the spot she wants.
She cums, hard. Shaking like a leaf and biting her bottom lip to stop herself disturbing the neighbours until she's ridden our her high. Usually at this point I'd be ridding that high with her but I'm seriously not fucking with it. Kissing the beauty spot at the apex of her thigh, I slip back up onto the couch. I love that thing, a tiny little heart imprinted on her body in a place no-one but me has seen.
"Fucking hell Thompson..."
I'll take that as she enjoyed herself then... So why didn't I?
It's this fucking camp, the scouts are fucking with my head. I know it's not the end of the world if I don't do well but it will look shit if the guy they're going to travel half way across the country to come see in a few months isn't even ranking there after seven days. Being Jayce Thompson's brother is only going to give me so much fucking leeway.
"Hey... What you thinking about?"
Zoe lifts her hand to my face, her delicate fingers stroking my jaw. She really is so beautiful, everything about her is so dark; her jet black hair, her deep green eyes and that gorgeous iridescent skin. I know every guy at that school hates me, I mean, who wouldn't want her? She's basically every guys fantasy come to life.
"Just how lucky I am to have you."
She smiles, not that fake one she puts on for other people, the genuine one she saves for just the people she lets in. I know she's the right one for me, she has to be. Captain of the basketball team and Head cheerleader, it's a cliché for a reason, right?
Her lips place to mine but the kiss is sloppy, she's tired and I know it. She always gets like this when she finishes like that, her legs are so heavy she can hardly lift them to move onto my lap.
Our very conflicting stamina has always been a bit of a problem. She's a one round and sleep it off girl, I'm more of a keep going until you pass out kind of guy. I guess people don't always match that way though.
"You're stressed." She purrs, her lips slipping down my neck in slow open mouth kisses. She's always had a way of knowing what's happening with me, we've been in the same school for five years but we only really started talking last year, yet in that time I've got to a point where I can't imagine my world without her now.
"A bit..." She moves lower, trailing her kisses gently down my abs whilst slipping onto her knees before me. I quickly try to pull her back up when I know what she's about to do. "Zo, don't. I know you hate it.." She really does, she's got the worst gag reflex and if I'm perfectly honest... she's not very fucking good at it.
Lifting her head slightly, she continues to undo my jeans and slips her hand in to stroke me. I'm rocking a semi at best but she doesn't seem to care.
"Please... let me try again..." Slipping my dick out of my boxers, she holds it in her tiny fist, hardly able to wrap around my girth properly. "You know, this would be a lot easier if you weren't so fucking big."
I smirk. "Not something you complain about when it's pounding inside you."
She smirks back, holding me firm and attempting to slip her lips around my tip. She's hardly got me in before I can hear her starting to gag. I try to pull her away but she won't let me, I know I need to get this over quick, somehow.
I know that sounds bad but this isn't going to be the best experience for either of us, the quicker it's done the quicker we can go back to doing shit we actually both enjoy.
Laying back against the couch, I let my mind wonder to the things that usually get me off. Running all the free porn I want through my head is doing fuck all so I go back to the basics; That girl from the coffee place who can't keep her tits in her bra... that time Miss Perry accidentally brushed up against my crotch in tenth grade... The receptionist from that office building when I went to see... Josh...
Fuck.
My dick twitches, smacking against the roof of her mouth as it suddenly stiffens.
What the fuck...?
I can't stop it. As she sucks on my tip and begins to pump my length as best she can my mind becomes solely focused on one thing...
It's okay, it doesn't mean fuck all, people fantasise about random shit all the time... it doesn't mean anything.
Josh...
It's just because I've seen him for the first time in years, only for it to magically happen twice in a week... he's just in your subconscious Milo, it's nothing... it's just...
Those fucking blue eyes of his that burrowed straight through the glass of his office into my soul when our vision met... How perfectly he filled out every inch of that fucking suit... The way his strong hand felt holding against mine... His soft skin stroking against me, the pressure firm enough to know he was there but soft enough to make every hair on the back of my neck stand up on end.
"Fuck..."
She smiles but I can hardly feel what she's doing to me. I just... I don't want to stop my mind spinning, so I let her keep going. Suddenly I want the pressure to be firmer, stronger. I want her lips to be rougher... I bet his lips are rough... I wonder what they'd feel like wrapped around my co-
"ZOE!"
Oh Fuck.
Zoe jumps up to her feet at the sound of that furious voice but her legs are still weak, my solid dick left firm and exposed as she finds her balance, her hands shaking at her sides whilst she stares at the seething man behind the couch.
"Dad... I thought you guys were on date night..."
Yeah, I really need to get out of here. He looks ready to tear me in half.
"Zoe, escort the criminal out. We need to talk."
Alright mate, it was one fucking charge, I'm hardly fucking Escobar.
Zoe pulls me so fast from the couch I have to grip my jeans to stop them falling down, of course they do the second I try to reach for my shirt. Oh just fucking kill me now.
"OUT!"
Yeah, forget the shirt.
Yanking my jeans back up I bolt for the door, trying to stay out of arms length of the 6'6 wall of muscle that seems to be searching for the best way to relieve me of my limbs right now.
Zoe stops by the door and I can't just do a runner. Her cheeks are still bright red and I know she's almost as terrified as she is embarrassed.
"Do you want me to stay? I won't let you face him alone if you don't want to."
She shakes her head. "No, I'm his little princess. He'll calm down quicker if it's just me."
I lean down to kiss her goodbye but the growl that suddenly emanates from behind her tells me that was a mistake. This time when I turn I don't stop, thanking the gods that Eli lives on the other side of the street.
Slamming my hand on his front door, I try to warm up my naked torso with my arms but it's doing nothing. I'm going to lose a fucking nipple to frost bite if this carries on.
The second Eli opens the door I hurl myself inside away from the cold, grateful his mum seems to be on the night shift again when I find us alone. He glances down at my naked chest and I realise how odd this must look.
"Dude, can you get me home? Like right now."
He goes to say something but a scream from over the street forces his gaze across the road, Zoe's father's voice carrying even all the way out here.
"Man what did you do?" I scratch my head and then realise my jeans still aren't done up as they almost fall back to my ankles. Eli sees and a massive grin spreads across his face. "Dude! Her dad caught you? You do know that guy is a cop, right? He could've shot you and got away with it. What the hell were you thinking not locking her door?"
Well if we were in her room obviously I fucking would have!
"We were um... on the couch... Dude, can we just go? Once he's done there he's definitely coming for me and I'd rather be at home... where there's witnesses."
Eli chuckles, grabbing his keys off the side and slamming the front door shut behind him. As soon as I sit in the car my phone starts to buzz, I grab it quick in case it's Zoe needing an escape but it's actually the other woman in my life.
'Annoying baby sister – Can you make someone come get me? At Hopes, too tired to walk.'
It's one fucking block!
"Can you stop at Hope's and pick up May?"
Eli's smile only grows. "You know there's always room in my back seat for May."
I smack the back of his head harder than I ever have before. I know he only says it to fuck with me but it's gross.
"One, that's my fucking sister and I will fucking kill you. Two, she's fifteen. What the fuck are you thinking?"
Eli smirks, checking his hair in the mirror as we stop at the red light.
"She won't always be."
One day, when I kill him for looking at my sister like that, that cop will finally have a real reason to hate me.
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We stop outside Hope's house, my adrenaline finally dropping to a point where I feel like I can breathe again. May and Hope too busy sitting on the porch swing signing away to notice our arrival, language's are not my strongest suit but I know enough to hold a conversation with Hope and the twins.
May skips down the path with her middle finger raised at me after the third time I've pressed Eli's horn.
"Why are you fucking naked again?"
This girl is fucking charming I swear. Hope waves emphatically at me from the front step, she stopped trying to hide that crush on me about three years ago, I thought it would've moved on by now but she seems to be stuck on the Thompson train.
"I'll get a shirt when you run a fucking brush through your hair. You look like shit."
She keeps her middle finger raised at me as she settles into the back seat, her long acrylic nails tapping away on her phone screen as she loudly chews her gum.
"I think you look beautiful May."
I swear I will fucking hit him.
May doesn't even look up from her phone, scoffing and blowing her gum into a bubble until it pops.
"I've told you crumpets, not if you were the last guy on earth."
Crumpets. Gets me every fucking time. I burst out laughing, she may be my little sister but she's got more attitude than every other girl in our school combined and she doesn't bother to think before she says anything, it's why I love her so much.
Eli doesn't look deterred as he turns towards the Manor, in fact his fat English ass just seems to fall even more in love with the girl. One day, she's going to tear him apart and discard the pieces, but that day is a long fucking way off thank god.
Pulling into the drive, May doesn't even attempt to say thank you to Eli, instead getting straight out and walking into the house without so much as a glance back.
I take his hoodie and shove it on, the last thing I need is Mum seeing me half naked when I was just supposed to be at practise. Technically I'm not supposed to be leaving the house yet because she grounded me for life but considering I'm nineteen and will be off to college in a few months, she needed to chill a bit.
Her and Dad are on the couch sorting photos into albums when I walk in, they're so old school, who the fuck still prints photos and puts them into albums other than these two?
"Hi sweetheart, good practise?"
I nod, walking to the fridge and taking the last of the milk before May gets it. The kid would live off pop tarts and milk if we let her. It's so weird because she's actually a better cook than Mum, think she got it from Granny. She's good at it but I think when she does it she realises how much she misses her all over again.
I loved that woman, but May can hardly talk about her. I'm still not sure entirely what happened when Granny died but I know May was alone with her for a long time. It really messed the girl up, more than anyone knows. I don't think even Mum realises that I still sometimes wake up to find her sleeping on my floor after having a nightmare.
She really needs help but she won't ask for it, and she won't let me tell anyone to get it for her. I'm afraid if I do it anyway then the betrayal will make her cut me out completely, just like she has everyone else, right now I'm the only person she's actually honest with.
Climbing the stairs my, body feels beyond exhausted. I check my phone as I get to my room but Zoe still hasn't called. If her dad's taken her phone again like the time I brought her back late after our first date, then I probably won't speak to her again until school on Monday.
There's a knock on my door just as I was getting ready to jump in the shower.
"Come in."
Dad pokes his head around the door.
"Sorry Milo, just checking if you need anything before you leave Wednesday? I'm working all day tomorrow but I can pick some stuff up after when I do the shop. It was very nice of Josh to agree to take you guys, you know I would've gone if I could."
When will they realise they don't need to baby me like this? I know May gets it worse but I can hardly stand this shit. The sooner I fuck off to college the better, I have nothing I want to be here for right now.
"I'm good." He nods, not asking anymore questions before leaving. The best thing about Dad – he doesn't stuck around when he knows you're done.
The steaming hot water hits my skin and the stress I was feeling vanishes slowly. It's been a hell of a fucking night and I need this. Leaning my head against the cold hard tiles, the water penetrates my back over and over with brutal force, my muscles finally relaxing under the pressure.
I need a release... getting close at Zoe's and then having it all taken away isn't fucking healthy.
Grasping my solid cock in my palm, my nerve ends shudder as I tease my length from base to tip, letting my thumb quickly flick over the end each time. I can feel it won't take much, but I need it.
Holding my thick member tightly, I begin to pump, the water running from my back and down my legs leaks into my hand increasing the lubrication. My dick is painfully solid, tight as fuck and begging me to squeeze it. As my strokes become firmer and more intense my mind flashes back to earlier tonight; the way her legs shook next to my head... the way she knelt before me ready to do what it took to give me the same pleasure I could give her...
Nothing's working, I can't get to where I need.
I fall back against the wall opposite, the water from the shower head now hitting my dick with force as I rest with pressure against my shoulders.
My mind wonders to a hundred different things until I see them again, those blue eyes. It isn't really Josh, it's parts of him. I can see his eyes, his lips. I can smell his fresh cologne and sense the way my body reacted under his intense glare. Josh always seemed so carefree when I was growing up, I was drawn to his laid back attitude, but when I saw him again I could sense the authority he now held too. I don't know how I didn't notice that part of him before.
My hand quickens it's pace at the images, my legs feeling light and my head clouding as I just surrender to the moment. It's not like straight guys don't wonder, right? Just in the back of their minds think about what it would be like to be with a man who would know everything you want to experience because he can experience it too.
What it would be like to be with someone who can give you something different.. New... Exciting...
There's nothing wrong with a bit of experimentation in your own thoughts.
His lips would move down my body slowly, he'd know the sensitive spots that would make my eyes fall shut as they rolled back in my head. Then as he reached my dick, his thick lips would wrap around it with ease, pulling it deep into his-
"Aghhh..."
Thick streams of milky white cum shoot out of my tip, the release so powerful my legs begin to shake against the tiles behind me. The water hits my throbbing member, intensifying the feeling but quickly washing away the evidence until it's like it never happened at all.
Fuck...
Guilt hits me instantly. That was not okay... Zoe would be fucking pissed... More than that though, it's not okay to think about someone like that, like they're some kind of thing you can use for satisfaction.
Why am I feel like this? I've thought about hundreds of girls when jacking off and never felt guilty about it... Is it just because it was Josh? Because he's a guy?... Or... Because I know he's a good guy, a nice guy, the kind of guy that deserves a fuck load more than to just be the person someone thinks about in the shower.
I can't do this right now. Let all those thoughts bubble up in my head again. It doesn't mean anything Milo... it doesn't mean anything...
It doesn't mean anything, right?
What the fuck did I just do...
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