MILO WALLACE

 

Naked and wet, I stepped out of the shower and walked towards the bathroom mirror and stared at my blurred reflection. Danny’s words bounced around in my head: the taunts and the put-downs and the bile.

Guys like him hide behind a fake smile. Using sweetness to mask their insecurity. Every boy wants to be wanted, but by someone worth the effort of a relationship. Danny beat me up and took my gift but he couldn’t break my spirit.

I reach out and wipe the mirror until I can see my face clearly. There’s none of that in Carter. He had me in the alleyway. He could’ve had me and had me and had me again. But he didn’t. He told me the truth and laid it all out there. It was a little crazy, but honest crazy: good crazy.

He went to his office as I wrote and he went to his bedroom before I jumped in the shower to wash off the bad day.

I know how I want this day to end; no maybe about it.

Plush cotton towels sit on the counter. I’d probably need to skip a couple months rent to afford just one of them. It’s soft and comforting and big enough to cover my naked body. I don’t want to hide anything from Carter. I want him to see me. Every inch. He’s already seen more than most, but I want him to see the rest.

I dry my hair with the towel before dropping it to the floor. His apartment is beautiful. A penthouse suite on the good side of town. I’m not sure where exactly, I was too busy crying in the back of his limo to enjoy the ride.

The living room is gorgeous. Magazine gorgeous. I march towards the large cream cabriole sofa and smile when I notice the footprints on the new-looking Persian rug.

I wrote down everything I could think of. Where he used to live and where he used to hang out. My lips curled, and I chuckled when I noticed some of the notes in the margin of the page.

Small dick.

Bad in bed.

It probably won’t help Carter find him, but it certainly made me feel better. I picked up the paper and walked to the end of the hall, stopping just in front of his door.

Can I really do this? Can I marry a man I barely know? How long would the marriage last, would he still want me when he realizes that miracles don’t happen for omegas like me?

Earlier, when we were in the alley, it felt like a business proposal and an insult. But that wasn’t a sterile hug that Carter greeted me with. There’s no fakeness in him. I’m sure he has his secrets—what alpha doesn’t—but there is an honesty to him that is rare in the era of Twitter and Facebook and Instagram.

My knuckles dance along the expensive oak of his bedroom door, and I push it open when he whispers come in.

He sits up on the bed and stares at my naked flesh. His gaze drags up and down my body. Want and need and desire is etched on his face. The thin sheets on his lap started to twitch and grow.

Carter leaned over and reached for the top shelf of his nightstand. His eyes were locked on me the entire time. It took him a couple of tries, but he managed it eventually.

“What’s that?” I asked as his hand reappeared with a flickering square of foil.

“You know what it is.” He smiled.

The light from the hall hit my back and cast a shadow over the bed I kicked the bedroom door with my heel until I heard it slam.

“And what’s that?” He asked as I neared the bed.

I took the paper in my teeth as I placed the palms of my hands on the end of the bed. Crawling forward, I dragged my naked body along Carter’s massive frame: close enough to touch but not near enough to have.

“His name. Old address. Everything you asked for.”

Carter grabbed the paper and chuckled.

“Eyes: urinal-cake blue. Hair: dingleberry brown. Penis: Small. Well, Milo, he can run, but he can’t hide.”

We smiled.

Carter took the paper and placed it in what I can only assume is his condom drawer before slamming it shut.

“And this?” I asked, taking the condom from his hand.

Leaning back, I rest my ass against his crotch and bit my lip as I felt his hardness.

“I sat on a stool all week thinking about how I’d pop the question, and I ended up doing it in a piss-soaked alley, but you’re better than that. You’re worth more than that. I see that, and, until you see what I see right now, we’re going to use protection.”

I reach forward to take the condom but he pulls away. I don’t want to give him false hope, I don’t want him to go to sleep tonight believing that we’ll ever be more than me and him.

“We don’t need protection,” I said.

He hooked his arms around the back of my knees and rolled me over in the bed. The sheets spun with us and fell to the floor.

“I can’t believe I’m trying to convince my kindred spirit to use a condom, but I don’t want our kid to be made with this shit hanging over your head.”

I don’t want to disappoint him, the thought pains me so, but a strange heat in my tummy takes over and steals my voice.

His body looked so much better without the suit; an improvement on perfect. His muscles are hard and toned and flawlessly proportioned: Carter Bennett doesn’t skip leg day. The muscles of his broad chest pull as his hands explore my legs. I place my hand on his navel and glide my finger along the black ink on his chest.

“You don’t seem the religious type,” I whisper as I inspect his tattoos.

“I’m not,” he whispers as his lips dip towards mine “I just thought they looked cool.”

The kiss is deep and passionate. His tongue pushes into my mouth and twirls around mine. A hand moves from my thigh to my hip to my nipple. His large finger circles my nubs before gliding towards my neck.

Our eyes lock as he gently grips my throat. A single finger crawls along my face before stopping at the base of my scar.

“Please, don’t” I whisper with a little shame.

He rubs the mark gently before moving in and kissing my cheek. My cheeks flame from the mixture of want and excitement. I glance down his body until I find his cock; which is at least nine inches long (judging by the impressive shadow it’s casting on the bed) and thicker than thick.

The mere thought of him stretching me sends a wave of heat through my body: from the now-clean soles of my feet to my still-damp hair. I writhe and moan on the bed as I silently beg for his cock, but Carter has other ideas.

His lips find my neck again. I smile as the hairs of his beard tickle my skin. I take a handful of his ash-blond hair and wrap it around my fingers.

He continues to move.

He reaches my collar bone. Carter’s lips part and he licks my fresh skin.

“You taste so good,” He whispered, “I can’t wait to try more.”

He slinked down my body, and his mouth opened again when he reached my nipple. His body rests on mine and pins me to the bed. It’s impossible to escape his size, and I don’t plan on going anywhere.

He takes my nipple in his mouth and it hardens to a point. My head tilts back, and a moan pours from my lips. I try to say more, but Mhhmmhmmm is all I can manage.

Carter bites me softly, hard enough to feel but soft enough that it doesn’t hurt. I wriggle with pleasure until my legs are free from the weight of his torso. I wrap around him and link my feet together gently.

His hands travel my body. From my neck to my navel. A finger moves past my chin and presses against my lips. I accept it without a second thought. I suck on the tip of his finger as if it were the head of his cock.

Slick and wet, he pulls his finger from my mouth and presses it against the tight, freshly-shaven hairs down south.

I’m sure Carter won’t mind that I borrowed a razor.

I want to say Fuck me. Finger me. Lick me. But, once again, Mhhmmhmmm is all that I can muster.

He draws an eight on my smooth skin as he continues to lick and flick and bite my nipple. Soon, his finger is pressed against my butt.

There’s no point trying to speak. Words are lost in Carter Bennett’s bed. The man doesn’t need directions.

I close my eyes and curl my lip as I wait for him to enter me, and I didn’t need to wait long.

I grind against his finger, but my hips stop moving when I feel him inside of me. His mouth moves from my nipple, and his head turns. I look to him, and he looks to me.

Our necks snap towards his wondering finger at the same time.

His finger slides in slowly. We watch together. He groans when he feels my heat and my wetness. The slurping sound makes him smile.

Eyes can lie, but bodies cannot. You can’t fake that kind of desire: that warmth. His finger glides in and out, and he’s quickly gathering pace. Soon I feel another finger begging entry.

Yes, please.

His two beefy fingers are thicker than the only cock I’ve ever taken, and they can reach places that Danny couldn’t find with a map and a guide. The thought makes me smile, and I think to share my joke, but it would only come out muffled.

“You’re so wet,” Carter whispers as he moves down my body.

His fingers retreat and I scoot down to find them again. I open my eyes just as he rests his beard on my freshly shaven area.

Our eyes are locked. We’re talking without speaking, but his lips are moving. His ash-blond beard drags along my skin as he lowers his now open lips towards my hole. I tilt my head, but my neck tightens when I hear his sharp words.

“Not going to watch?”

I’ve always been a lights-out-and-under-the-covers kind of boy. Then again, I’ve never been with a man worth watching. I smile as our eyes meet again. Carter grins right back before jumping from the bed.

Carter walks towards the back of the room. His suit, the blue Italian-cut wool two-piece that he wore in the bar, is draped across the back of a chair.

Now that’s an ass. It’s muscular and tight and apple-shaped. I wouldn’t mind biting into that.

He turns around and marches towards the bed. His massive cock sways with each step, and I only look away when I notice the tie in his hand. 

Carter climbs up my body until his knees are underneath my armpits. His wide nine-inches hover just above my face. A thick, throbbing vein runs underneath and beats with excitement. I stick out my tongue, but he pulls it away before I can sneak a taste.

“No, not yet.” He said mischievously.

I look to the tie and smile. I raise my hands above my head as I stare up at Carter Bennett; only his nine inches and a whole lot of desire between us. He gently bounds my hands to the silver headboard, and I don’t even try to hide my excitement.

Gripping his cock at the base of his shaft, Carter presses the swollen head of his dick against my forehead and whispers: stick out your tongue.

No marks for guessing what I did next.

He dragged his cock down my forehead, over my nose, and stopped at my lips. I tasted him the entire journey. I opened my mouth until my jaw locked and Carter pushed inside, gently stroking the length of his shaft as I suckled on the tip.

I sucked and sucked and sucked for not nearly long enough. Carter pulled his cock from my mouth and smiled as he felt the slickness of his head.

Carter reached across the bed and picked up the condom that he took from the drawer.

The heat from my face travels down through my body before settling in my core as I watch him roll the latex over the throbbing head of his cock.

Carter slithered down my body. Teasing me. A taste of my own medicine. The heat I felt was new but welcomed. I never felt any warmth with Danny and all of a sudden the word miracle started to bounce around in my mind.

His chin rested on my pelvis. The soles of my feet are resting on the bed, and my knees are stretched as far as my non-double-jointed body will allow.

He licked his lips, the same way he did in the alley, before taking my hips in his hand and pressing his tongue against my entrance.

Mhmmmhmm.

Carter kissed and licked my hole. His tongue twisted and twirled as he devoured me. Slow at first, but he soon got a taste, and I could tell from his eyes that he wanted more, more, more. His breath warms my inner thighs as I warm his face.

Mhmmmhmm.

My moans motivate him.

Faster and faster. He draws an eight with his long and powerful tongue.

Mhmmmhmm.

Ready to explode, I try to reach for his hair. I want him inside of me. I need him inside of me. The silver headboard bangs against the wall as the cotton of his tie reddens my skin.

I bite my lip hard and arch my back. Quick but heavy breaths follow.

Mhmmmhmm.

My core tightens as I near climax. The bed shakes as my body spasms.

Three years Danny and I were together, but I never climaxed when we shared a bed. It took Carter only five minutes, and the night is still young.

Eager for more, I try to speak—to beg—for Carter to give me his cock.

Mhmmmhmm.

But he understood my desire. My body said more than any words.

Carter inches forward until my ankles are resting on his powerful shoulders. The moan catches his face and, despite the heat, sends a shiver through me: he looks so primal, so animalistic. He wipes my wetness from his lips with the back of his hand before reaching down and wrapping his hand around the base of his cock.

I reach for his face, and the headboard bangs again.

Carter massages my eager entrance with the swollen head of his cock. He leans forward, and my calves drag along his thick muscles until the back of my knees are resting on his traps.

His thick, pulsating cock stretches the walls of my butt. He’s bigger than any man I’ve ever seen—in person or otherwise—but he faces no resistance.

“You’re so fucking wet,” He whispers as his lips near my face.

His warm breath smells of rum and peppermint and me, but mostly me. Linking my fingers, I pull at his tie so hard that it stings.

“Not so fast,” He said.

Carter reaches forward and grabs the headboard. My butt lifts and I take more of him; I take all that my body can manage. I gasp for air as he fills me—entirely.

His fingers roam along the undoubtedly expensive headboard until he reaches my hands. He strokes the red marks on my wrists as he begins to thrust his hips.

Soon his hand is resting on my cheek. He reaches for my scar and, for the first time since my face was marked, I don’t try to move away.

Carter strokes my face as he slowly thrusts his hips.

His eyes betray his body. Lust boils in those ocean-blues, but his slow pace tells me what’s on his mind.

I find my voice.

“It’s okay,” I mutter as I gently nibble on his bottom lip, “you know that I want this. I want you.”

His pace quickens.

“I don’t want to hurt you, Milo.”

He fills me with—among other things—confidence.

I don’t feel like old Milo.

I feel different.

Better.

New.

“Come on, you can hurt me a little,” I whisper as I bite hard on his lip, “hurt me good.”

Moonlight catches his chest as he pulls his face away. Carter grips my ankles tight and shoots me a devilish grin that matches the want in his eyes.

I pull hard at his tie, and the sound of the banging headboard straightens his back.

“I’m all yours, Carter Bennett,” I moan.

Carter grips my left ankle and tosses it aside. His hand free, he reaches forward and grips my neck; tight enough to feel but loose enough that I can still breathe.

“Fuck me,” I moan.

His fears and worries evaporated from the heat of our two naked bodies and only want remained.

He lowers his hips and his cock almost slips away, but he forces it back inside—as deep as my body will allow—quickly. He stretches me wide as he plunges his massive cock in and out of my wet, eager hole.

Carter tightens his grip around my neck and my core melts as I realize he’s near climax.

The bed shakes and the headboard smashes against the wall as each thrust of his hips grows more intense.  He grunts and writhes as his taut face contorts; his guttural moan booms through the room.

“Fuck!”

Collapsing forward, Carter’s sweaty muscles press against my bare chest. His breath warms my ear, and I can’t help but smile when I hear his excited laugh.

“That was amazing… you are amazing,” he whispered as he reached for the headboard.

Untied, I rolled over to the side of the bed and reached for the sheets on the floor. When I turned back, Carter was opening the bedside drawer.

“Ready to go again?” I said, half excited and half confused.

The bed creaked loudly, and the mattress lifted a couple of inches as Carter rolled off of the bed. Reaching into the drawer, Carter pulled out the paper he’d locked away and made a beeline for the door.

“Where are you going? Aren’t you coming back to bed?”

“I’ll be right back, I’ve got to make a call.”

“Now?”

“Don’t worry, Milo. We’ve got all weekend.”