The Sauce... - Chapter 5

We didn’t stop kissing.

Even after tasting each other, after touching and jerking and moaning, we kept going — mouths glued together, lips swollen, breaths shared like we needed the same air.

I pushed Milo gently onto the bed, straddling him, our chests flush. His hands roamed my back, fingertips hot and urgent, and I leaned down, kissing him harder, deeper, biting his bottom lip just enough to make him groan.

Our dicks rubbed against each other — thick, hard, slick with pre-cum. Every thrust of my hips sent a jolt through both of us, the friction unbearable in the best way. We were both panting, groaning into each other’s mouths, rocking back and forth like our bodies were trying to sync completely.

Milo dragged his tongue along my neck, slow and wet, then sucked just under my jaw, marking me like he wanted people to know. I moaned out loud — needy, wrecked — and buried my face in his throat to return the favor. I kissed him there, licked the salt from his skin, bit softly. He gasped, fingers digging into my hips.

I sat up, still straddling him, and stared down at his cock, pulsing and leaking between us.

“Put it in,” I whispered, breath shaking. “I want it. Now.”

His eyes flared with something dark and electric. He nodded, licking his lips.

I reached behind me, guiding him. Felt the thick head of his cock nudge at me, slippery and hot. I took a breath and slowly sank down.

“Oh—fuck—” I gasped as the first inch stretched me open.

Milo grabbed my thighs, holding still, letting me take my time. I eased down, bit by bit, until he was fully inside. It was tight, intense, full — like nothing else I'd ever felt.

We locked eyes, our hands gripping each other, and I started to move — rocking my hips, bouncing slowly, grinding with every thrust.

Milo groaned deep in his throat, eyes fluttering shut.

“You feel… insane, Andy. So fucking good.”

I rode him harder, faster, chasing that heat in my gut. Our dicks rubbed together again, trapped between our stomachs, slick with need. His hands never stopped roaming — my hips, my chest, my waist. I leaned back down, kissing him, tongue and teeth and spit and need.

“You’ve wanted this?” I breathed into his mouth.

“Since forever,” he groaned.

We kissed again. Hard. Wet. Desperate.

His hips started meeting mine, thrusting up as I bounced. He was close — I could feel it, the way his cock throbbed deeper inside me, the way his hands gripped me tighter.

“Milo—fuck—I’m close too,” I moaned into his ear.

He bit my shoulder gently, then pulled back and looked at me, his face flushed and wrecked.

“Only thing left,” he said breathlessly, “is the sauce.”

And with a final thrust, he buried himself deep and came inside me, groaning so loud it made my entire body tremble.

I kept grinding on him, feeling every pulse, every twitch as he spilled into me, warm and thick. He held me tight through it, kissing me messily, hungrily.

Before I could even catch my breath, he slid out, rolled me gently onto my back, and got between my legs.

“My turn,” he whispered.

He wrapped his lips around my cock and sucked like he meant it — slow at first, then deeper, his tongue swirling, mouth hot and perfect.

“Fuck, Milo—don’t stop—fuck, I’m gonna—”

I moaned his name and came hard into his mouth. He didn’t pull away. He took it all — swallowed, licked the tip, kissed my thigh as if he wanted to thank it.

We both collapsed onto the bed, sticky, flushed, breathing heavy.

I rolled onto my side, grinning like an idiot. He did the same.

He reached over, brushed the hair from my forehead, and said with a smirk:

“So… that AirDrop mistake?”

“Best fucking accident of my life,” I said.

He kissed me again.

And this time, it wasn’t rushed.
It wasn’t urgent.

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The end of this mini series, I'll be checking the results of the poll now :)