Just a Bit Dirty (Straight Guys #10)(24)

Ian didn’t say it, since it was irrelevant in this case.

“Okay,” Miles said softly. “Let’s do it. How do you want me?”

Ian’s cock, which had softened considerably since Miles stopped sucking it, went to full-mast again.

Ian cleared his throat. “Just relax and let me do all the work.”

Miles nodded and did as he was told, looking at him expectantly.

Ian eyed him for a moment before straightening up. Gone was his lazy sprawl against the couch. He seated himself on the edge of the couch, cradled Miles face with his hands, watching a lovely blush spread through Miles’s face before bringing Miles’s mouth to his erect cock and feeding it to him. He groaned quietly as warmth coated his aching cock. Ian angled the boy’s face the way he wanted, at an angle that allowed him to push deeper inside that wet heat. He felt Miles’s choke slightly, his throat trying to adjust to his considerable length. Ian hissed at the feeling of incredible tightness around his cock, greedily taking in Miles’s wide-eyed, overwhelmed expression. Fuck, he looked beautiful with his mouth full of his cock.

He pulled out and thrust back in. Pulled him closer, demanding more. Miles whimpered, tears springing to his green eyes. But he only opened his mouth wider, his eyes slipping shut as Ian’s cock started fucking into his welcoming, wet mouth.

“Tap me on my knee if you want me to stop,” Ian ground out, burying his hands in Miles’s hair again and yanking him onto his cock to meet his hard thrusts.

Miles didn’t tap. He allowed Ian to use his mouth however he pleased, beautifully pliant and eager to please him. It drove Ian absolutely fucking crazy. He found himself thrusting into Miles’s mouth at a dizzying rhythm, half-folded in his effort to get deeper, fuck harder. He curled so far that his chest arched over Miles’s head, low moans leaving his mouth as Miles’s throat kept squeezing around him. Fuck, this felt so good, and the choked sounds and whimpers the boy was making around his cock just turned him on even more.

“Good boy,” Ian praised him, stroking Miles’s ears, his cheeks, before settling his hands on Miles’s throat. He squeezed it slightly and a moan left Miles’s mouth. It wasn’t a moan of distress.

Intrigued, Ian squeezed his throat harder, slamming so deep inside it he could feel his own cock from the outside—shit, fucking hell. Ian’s hips moved faster and faster, his hands squeezing the boy’s neck. Fuck—

He came with a groan, grinding his crotch into Miles’s face and spilling deep into Miles’s throat. His orgasm seemed to stretch into forever, his body and voice out of control. It didn’t help that Miles kept sucking, as if he expected him to come a second time.

When Ian managed to open his eyes, he found Miles between his legs, his cheek pressed against Ian’s oversensitive cock. Miles still looked overwhelmed, his eyes closed and his breathing unsteady.

“Was I too rough?” Ian said with a grimace, brushing his thumb against his cheek.

Miles opened his eyes—and Christ. They looked completely gone, glassy and full of lust. Miles had actually loved what Ian did to him.

His stomach clenching, Ian threaded his fingers through Miles’s hair, watching as Miles’s eyes cleared, little by little.

“All right?” Ian said.

Miles brows furrowed thoughtfully, as if he was evaluating his own mental state, before a small, crooked smile appeared on his face. He nodded, his gaze dropping before darting back to Ian’s. “So, was it better than mediocre?” he said. At least Ian guessed that was what he said. His voice was half-gone, hoarse and barely recognizable.

Miles’s eyes widened. He glared at Ian and cleared his throat a few times.

Ian laughed. “Sorry,” he said, tucking himself back and zipping up. “I’ll tell Winifred to get you something for your sore throat.”

“Don’t you dare!” Miles hissed, blushing.

“Don’t worry, I won’t tell her you got your throat fucked up by sucking my cock. I’m not suicidal. She will have my balls for this. She’s taken a real shine to you.”

Miles got to his feet, adjusting himself. “I’ll go take care of this,” he said, almost defiantly.

“You don’t have to go,” Ian said, returning his gaze to the TV. He patted the place beside him. “Take a seat and finish off. That doesn’t look remotely comfortable.”

He half-expected Miles to leave anyway, but he seemed really determined to act as if what they’d done was perfectly normal and nothing to be embarrassed about. Ian hid his smile as Miles flopped down beside him and fumbled with his zipper.

Ian kept his gaze on the TV as Miles jerked off beside him.

Or tried to.

After a while, Ian heaved a sigh and said, “Relax, Miles.”

“I can’t,” Miles said, his frustration clear in his voice. “I want to get off, but I’m too… something.”

“You’re too worked up,” Ian said. “You’ve hit the plateau and can’t relax enough to come.”

Miles grunted in affirmative.

Ian wondered for a moment if he really should do it before laying an arm on the back of the couch behind Miles’s head and looking at him. “Come here.”

Miles dropped his gaze before shooting Ian a look that somehow managed to be both shy and eager.