Milo - NSFW with female mc (Patreon)

I still didn’t have a front door. Despite living in my apartment now for over a year, I continue to use the window as my entrance. Last year I even fashioned a few steps so I wasn’t climbing up over the flowerbox anymore. The window itself stuck during the warmer months, the layers of dried paint from previous incarnations flaky when it was forced open. To change it would have required a simple thought, but I liked the charm of it all. Like it was an old building to be renovated.  A dream cottage that was mine and mine alone. Except, that dream cottage was an apartment that changed size based on my needs and was located next to a clock shop with a foul mouthed owner who was rarely welcoming to customers.

My feet came down upon the soft carpet as I entered my dimly lit home. A cluster of lanterns I had hung in the corner of the room began to glow, welcoming me home as I shut the window behind me. My thumb flipped the small gold latch shut and I paused for a moment, frowning. The faint smell of cigarettes and something more reached out to me. Warm honey or amber.

“Milo?”

Milo stood in the kitchen, leaning against the island, his feet crossed at the ankle. His head was dipped down slightly but not enough that I couldn’t see his eyes still. They were glowing faintly in the dark while the rest of his body was cast in shadow.

I dropped my bag, taking another step towards him. “Milo? You okay?” Milo was always in a state of movement. Whether it was dancing, rocking on his feet, or a general fidget. For Milo to keep still, was a feat all of its own. The fact that he stood there now, the subtle rise and fall of his chest the only indication of life, had my heart skipping. 

When he pushed off the counter to pad across the room, it was with quiet footfalls. His shape looked larger in the dark, taking up the entirety of the room with his presence alone. He stopped in front of me, one hand reached out to gently cup my cheek. 

I lifted my hand to press against the outside of his. “Hi,” I said, not able to keep the confusion from my voice.

“Tell me to stop,” he said. When he blinked, I swore his eyes became darker. Soaked in a golden glow that dimly illuminated the room. “Tell me to stop and I won’t hesitate.”

My thumb gently traced across the baron ring on his hand. The one I gave him. So this was how it was going to be tonight. Too many days had been lost in his head and he needed grounding. Or maybe he just needed to remember that he could still be loved even when he hated himself.

Turning my face a little, I pressed a kiss on the inside of his wrist. “I trust you,” is all I said.

Milo grabbed me by my hips, pulling me towards him before his large hands ran down to the back of my thighs and lifted me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist, gasping a little at the heat I felt press against me. Milo’s lips were on mine, any gentleness I normally received from him was absent as he plundered my mouth with his tongue, devouring me in a way that said I was his. I looped my arms around his neck, holding on for dear life as he leaned into me, one hand cupped under my ass as the other came to fist within my hair. He yanked on the strands, angling my head just so as he nipped at my bottom lip, trying to pull a moan from me.

I gasped, my hips grinding against his, the hardness between his legs causing a delicious ache to begin building. He took the opportunity to move to my neck, biting and licking, determined to leave a mark. A way to tell the rest of the world I was his.

When he set me down on the counter, I jumped. He had rucked my skirt up around my hips, leaving my bare thighs to absorb the chill from the countertop. His fingers found their way inside my underwear, thumb massagings across the wet heat that was gathering.

“Fuck you’re so warm.” He couldn’t get close enough. HIs body was surging forward, lips barely leaving my skin as one finger found my entrance. He slipped it in with one quick motion, crooking it slightly to feel my walls clench around him.

“Milo,” I gasped, hands coming down to slap against the counter. My chest was tight as I tried to catch my breath. He was relentless, not giving me a minute to catch up. HIs mouth was everywhere and without warning he had already slipped in another fingers, scissoring me open for his pleasure.

“Darlin’, the things you do to me,” he babbled, eyes fixed between my legs. “You’ve ruined me.”

“Good ruin or bad ruin?” I groaned, my words feeling thick as my mind began to wander..

“Depends.” He was rutting against the edge of the counter, riding the hard line of his dick against my leg. My eyes fluttered as the room filled with the sound of our shared breaths, my hips arching so I could grind against the palm of his hand. “Do you know how hard it is not to drop to my knees when I see you?” he asked. “Hide beneath your skirt and fuck you with my tongue. What I wouldn’t give just to taste you. Sit and lick you clean after you cum. Hear you talking to your friends. The Barons. Conducting your stupid meetings while I eat you out under the table.”

I brought one hand up to clutch at his curls. “You are a Baron.”

“Mmm, not when I’m with you.” He snatched at my hand, bringing it to the swell in front of his jeans. I curled my fingers around it, massaging him through the thick fabric and listening to his answering moan. I felt a burst of warmth drip down my thighs. The sound of Milo coming undone always sent me into a spiral. A raw ache was building in the pit of my stomach, my skin burning as I watched him squirm just from the touch of my hands.

I popped open his belt buckle, embolden with the flush on his face and the way he whimpered my name. When I pulled out his cock, the head was already red and weeping. I swirled my head around the velvety head, feeling the bead of precum slick my skin. On the downstroke, he batted my hand away before dragging me to the edge of the counter. I fell back, flat on my back and stared up at the ceiling with my ass hanging off the edge of the counter.

“Tell me to stop,” he said again.

I looked at him but said nothing.

Milo slammed into me, burying himself to the root. My mouth opened in a silent moan as I felt my walls stretch, my breath punched from me. He didn’t wait. He pulled out before I could adjust and pushed back in, setting a brutal rhythm that had my arms clutching at the edges of the counter and my eyes rolling towards the back of my head.

“Fuck, darlin’. I can’t with you. Why are you so damn perfect? So fucking wet and needy. You wanted this cock, huh? Been thinking about it today? Dripping for me?”

I was pretty sure it was the other way around but I couldn’t get the words out. He was pushing me across the counter with every thrust, sweat gathering against his temples as he leaned forwards, trying to bend me in half. I could see where his fingers dug into my thighs, pinching the plump skin as he gripped me in need.

“I’m gonna give it to you, yeah? I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t know your own name.”

I reached out, wrapping one arm around his neck and pulling myself upwards. The change in position had him stumbling, grabbing me tightly as we fell from the counter. I fisted my hand in his hair, yanking his face close to mine.

“Do it then,” I hissed. “Fuck me.”

He sank to the floor then, flipping me onto all fours. My skirt was still bunched around my hips and his pants were down around his knees. He mounted me from behind, sliding in with a broken groan. I was reaching between my legs, swirling my thumb across my clit, feeling the beginning shudders already rolling through me. Milo was able to snake a hand up my shirt, palming my breast and raking the tip of his nail down my nipple. I reared back, my head hitting his shoulder hard.

“Fuck me,” I repeated to him. His rhythm was becoming erratic, the sweat from his body causing his hold on me to slip. “Come on, Milo. You can do better than this. I said fuck me.”

The sound he made was broken and pained as his hips began slamming into me at bruising speed. I felt the breath pushed from my lungs as my knees skidded across the floor. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think. I couldn’t remember my own name. All I knew was the thick length of Milo’s cock, slamming into me so hard that my vision became blurry and I thought I was going to pass out with the lack of breath.

When I came, it was with a scream. He grabbed me tight as I bucked wildly beneath him, the waves of pleasure rolling across me in an endless tide. I felt Milo come moments later, the evidence of his pleasure dripping down my legs as he pulled out to coat my lower back. My name was on his lips but this time with a broken off whimper.. 

I didn’t feel him carry me to bed. I was only vaguely aware of the damp cloth he ran across my oversensitive body. When I finally opened my eyes again, my lashes were sticky and I could not feel my legs. Milo was sitting nervously at the edge of my bed. He had divested me of my clothes already, putting an oversized shirt across my body. One of his shirts.

I reached out for his hand. “You alright?”

He shrugged a little but didn’t say anything.

“Milo?”

“Did I hurt you?” he asked.

I took a moment, knowing he wanted a real answer. I was sore, yes. But I was usually sore after intense sessions like that. I didn’t think anything was off in any sort of concerning way.  “No,” I told him. “I’ll drink some water and be fine.” I tugged on his arm and this time he didn’t resist. He scooted across the bed, tucking himself under the blankets with me and pulling me to his chest.

We were quiet for a moment. “The fae thing is getting harder to handle, huh?” I asked.

He curled himself around my body a little more. “You’ll tell me if it's too much, yeah? You won’t– you won’t let–”

“Milo,” I interrupted. “I trust you. We’ve talked about this. I’m just happy you came.”

“To the apartment or like…” he gestured at his covered dick.

“Both,” I laughed.

He dipped his head down, placing a soft kiss to my lips. He wouldn’t speak of it again tonight. Instead, he would be sweet. He would be doting. He wouldn’t want to leave my side. I didn’t mind the before or after of these little sessions. I was the one who benefited from them. 

“Breakfast in bed tomorrow?” I asked with a yawn.

He nodded, pulling the blanket a little higher around us. “I already ordered it.”

I smiled, laying a kiss across his freckled skin. “Tell me you love me.”

“I love you,” he said without hesitation.

I grinned. “I love you, too.”