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“Don’t,” he warns.
“You started it. You’ve been groaning for hours; I can hardly hear myself think.”
“It’s not my fault you’re horny.”
The tension we’ve been carefully tiptoeing around snaps. Instead of answering, I fling myself at him. We crash to the floor in a tangle of limbs, thrashing against each other. One of his elbows digs into my side and I grab his hair, yanking his head back.
He overpowers me easily, circling my wrists with both hands and pinning them to the floor.
I can’t remember the last time we wrestled. Sometime during high school gym class. Back then, he won just as easily, using his larger frame to his advantage.
Milo swings a leg over my hips, thighs bracketing mine. He’s careful not to rest all his weight on me. We really are different. Where he’s tall and chiseled with lean muscle, I’m so scrawny you could count my ribs if you tried.
“Just admit you’re as horny as I am,” I say, panting.
He tilts his head. “Fine. I want to kiss you until you make those little noises again. Is that what you want to hear?”
I hiss, my hips bucking against his ass. “Yes.”
The words light me up from the inside, and this time I don’t have the convenient excuse of alcohol to back my actions. This is all us.
“Look at you.” Milo’s hand dips, thumbing my waistband. “You want this.”
So much. There’s a wet spot on the front of my boxers where the tip of my cock presses against the fabric. Milo rubs at the patch, swiping a thumb over the clothed head and I gasp, back arching.
With his other hand, he tilts my chin up. “Can I kiss you?”
“Fuck, yes.”
The slide of his lips over mine is almost addicting. I’ve never been good at regulating myself when it comes to him. He licks into my mouth greedily, like he’s searching for something, and it’s all I can do to grip his shoulders and hold.
I don’t know how to act in bed—I haven’t gotten this far with anyone. But Milo is gentle, guiding me onto the mattress and kissing me until I can’t remember what I was worrying about. His erection pokes through the slit of his boxers, slick and throbbing. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
He pulls away and noses the underside of my jaw, pressing faint kisses against my skin. Gripping his forearms, I tug him down until he collapses against me. The movement presses our cocks together and I keen at the feeling. It’s intoxicating.
Or maybe that’s because it’s Milo.
“Good?” he says.
“It will be if you stop stalling.”
Milo nips my ear, grinning, then tugs on the waistband of my boxers. “These need to go.”
We undress quickly and I hiss as air hits the overheated skin of my cock. Milo is there instantly, grinding his hips against mine. I clutch his shoulder, moving instinctively, chasing the pleasure pooling in my stomach.
He holds me like I’m something precious, staring at me with an emotion in his eyes I’m too wired to parse.
Groaning, he buries his face into my neck. “I need to touch you.”
“Okay.” I’m shaking, so amped up with anticipation it makes me giddy. “I’ve never done this before. With another person, I mean.”
“I’ll make it good, promise. Anything you want.”
I can’t stop the whine that falls from my lips. “Just touch me, please.”
“Fuck, Cal. Wait, let me—”
The bed shifts and creaks as he clambers off and searches through his backpack.
