No. What the fuck does he mean no?
Miles steps forward, then again, he keeps stepping until my back hits the wall behind me and I'm forced into the surface as he stands firm, my hand finally dropping from his.
He reaches out, his fingertips running over my neck slowly and rippling the sensation of having him touch me throughout my body until my legs become weaker than they've ever been before. His hand becomes firmer as it reaches into the back of my hair, taking a grip on me to tilt my head back to face him.
Fuck. Stop being so beautiful.
“I think you need something to remind you that I'm not a kid anymore Josh, that I really fucking know exactly what the fuck I want. And that right now, I want you.”
Then his lips hit mine, and it's fucking electric.
Every kiss with Miles is a new experience, it's like he has so much passion in him he doesn't know how much to let out when. His tongue parts my lips with force before entering my mouth and teasing my own. I can't stop him, I don't even fucking want to. My hand reaching up of its own accord and holding his head to keep him to me. I'm fucked now, aren't I? I just can't stop fucking wanting him.
If he wanted to prove something, then he’s chosen the fucking right way to do it. Every deep caress of his lips on mine reignites a fire that I thought I’d managed to suppress, but I realise now it was just resting in wait for his hands to return to me.
His tongue sneaks out of his mouth as he reaches that point in my neck that he knows is my absolute undoing. He teases it over and over, tracing patterns with the tip until I can’t keep back my moans anymore. He smirks with satisfaction before he sucks on the red hot skin, grazing against it with his teeth enough to make me whimper.
He’s so fucking good at this...
I’m not sure if this is supposed to be a punishment or some kind of fucking lesson, but either way I’ll fucking take it for as long as he’s willing to give it to me.
He leans his entire body on mine until I can’t move, proving his dominance and holding me to the wall as his hand pushes me back against it by my hip. He’s not being sweet, there’s none of the gentle nature there was last week, this is all him showing me he’s not afraid of what we are.
My neck is so sensitive now that even his lips just lightly pressing against the surface is making me flinch. My hands ball up in fists at my side when he begins to grind hid hips against me. That's when I feel it, those shorts he’s wearing doing fuck all to hide the solid monster within them. He knows I feel it, stepping in so his chest is flush with mine and his throbbing erection is brushing against my own with every press of his lips against my neck making me moan into the thick air in here.
Fuck.
I want to flip us, I want to shove him up against this fucking wall but I couldn't escape now if I tried. He's taken all the control here, he's showing that he's as much a fucking alpha as any other Thompson I've ever met.
His hand slips from my hip under my shirt, the sound of the guests retrieving things from the kitchen just beyond the door fading away into nothing as his hand strokes against my skin and his kisses move across to my jaw.
“Fuck... Miles... The door is still-”
He bites down on my neck even more harshly than last time and my semi solid dick stands firmly to its mast. He sucks away the sudden sharp pain before throwing his hand over my mouth to muffle my moans as his other one moves to undo my belt.
“I don't care.”
We shouldn't.. We can't..
His fingers make quicker work of my belt and jeans then he did that day in Coach’s old office, until they're sitting open and his hand is free to slip inside to cup me over my boxers.
Fuck...
His fingers move slowly, stroking and teasing my cock through the fabric, relishing each time he feels my body reacting to his touch. There's still something so foreign about how non-foreign this feels, how every time he touches me I only seem to lose myself further into him until I can see a day where I hold no anxiety at the thought of intimacy.
My eyes travel back to the door as his lips against my neck travel down to my exposed nipple and begin to suck it between them. Oh I’m so fucked..
“Miles, it's still unlocked.”
He snaps his head back, his lips red and raw now from the attack he's given my neck. He looks me dead in the eye, sliding his hand into my boxers and pulling my dick free until it sits in his palm. Anyone would swear this guy had done this a hundred times before, everything he does with me feels so fucking well executed.
“I said..” My dick twitches as he flicks his thumb over my tip before grazing his fingers up and down my length. “...I don't care.”
Fuck. He’s a really fast fucking learner...
His large hand wraps around my dick, moving roughly but with strength up and down me. There's something about the way he’s touching me, it’s so different than it was that day but still fucking incredible, like he's using so much force just to prove how much he wants me, that he needs me to feel it in every move that he makes.
I can't stop myself, the second he teases my tip again between pumps, I grab hold of his shorts and boxers together, before throwing them down to his ankles.
He wants me, but I want him just as fucking much.
He smirks at me, his head coming forward against mine but my eyes become fixated with his thick vein covered cock. That thing is going to fucking break me...
Grasping him in my hand, a moan spears from his lips against my own. I'm never going to get bored of hearing those noises from him, he sounds fucking angelic when he's turned on.
My other hand comes around his hips, taking hold of one of his cheeks and squeezing firmly as I guide him to where I want him. I’ve never grabbed his ass before but fuck am I doing it every fucking time now, this thing is unbelievable. The moment his dick brushes up against mine, his eyes shoot open again. He looks down, watching as he thrusts into my palm, his dick travelling along the length of mine as they rub together.
His skin on my skin, his dick against my dick, there's so much contact between us even our breath is merging into one. There's no windows in this fucking room, a threatening trickle of sweat dripping down my back, a reminder of the high risk situation we’re in, that only seems to be spurring as both fucking on as the tension rises along with the heat.
My body trembles as we hold ourselves together with each thrust, the pleasure of being in touch this way is the closest we've come to being united. He leans forward, capturing my lips as his pace quickens, the leaking drip of his pre-cum coating my fingers as I tease every inch of him.
Fuck, I really can't wait to taste him. I want to swallow him fucking whole.
There's a wave of pleasure I can't stop as I feel him shake in my palm, one I intend to ride out with him. He may have started this but I’m very fucking good at finishing these types of things. I hold us together tightly, Miles' tongue licking my lips as I solidify my hold.
“Joshua..”
He says my name like that one more time and I'm going to finish him on my fucking knees.
His legs tremble, so do mine. The cold wall pressing against my lower back with each thrust the only reminder we're not in our own world right now. I know what's about to happen, both our movements growing ragged, my nails digging into his soft peachy flesh.
I want to see him cum. I want to see it in his eyes again.
“Josh...”
“Miles...”
Fuck, I'm gonna-
If it had been at any other moment we would've heard it first, but neither of us could focus on anything else as we watched lashings of hot white cum shoot out in unison, his lips pressing firmly to mine as the high reaches its pinnacle. This is where we belong... together.
His essence coats my hands, my dick; both of us trembling messes covered in the result of our passion for each other and leaning our heads together the moment the shrill shriek hits our ears.
“I KNEW IT!”
We both freeze, the euphoria we experienced moments ago evaporating quickly as we both stare at the very much open door, my cum still dripping through his fingertips.
Suddenly an unsettling amount of deja vu hits me; a bathroom, an open door, a shocked set of eyes staring at me.
Except this time I'm not eighteen, this isn't Harley and that isn’t Aleah.
It's Brie.
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