—The Foreplay—
Andy's POV.
''Do you have any fantasies?'' I hear Milo ask. I'm still panting, my body slick with sweat.
''Huh?'' I ask as I lift my head. He's sitting up against the headboard, watching me closely. My heart is still beating rapidly and I can feel his cum dripping down my inner thigh.
''Fantasies. Sexual fantasies,'' he clears up. ''Something that you'd like to do, or have me do.''
I shrug. Milo and I are both very opinionated people and clash often enough, but between the sheets we've always been on the same page, determined to keep things from getting bland. ''Not really,'' I tell him. ''Do you?''
''None at all?''
''When I want to try something new it usually comes up one way or another,'' I tell him. I squint at him, growing more curious, ''what is it you want to try?''
He seems to ignore my questions. ''How about when you're by yourself?'' He slides down so we're face to face. He grabs a tissue from his nightstand and hands it to me. ''What do you fantasize about then?''
''You,'' I tell him. I can see a small grin appear on his face. ''The way you feel, and smell, and move.'' He seems pleased by this answer. ''The way you taste.'' I lick my lips, ''the sounds you make.'' Without thinking about it my hand makes its way over to his dick, still half hard from two minutes ago.
''How about other people?'' He asks me as he pulls me closer.
''Other people? Like who?''
''Whomever.''
He leans in to kiss me, but at the last second I pull away, leaving him wanting more. ''Do you?'' I ask him. ''Think about other people when you're…'' I softly stroke his dick and a groan falls from his lips.
''I think about you,'' he tells me.
''Just me?''
''You.'' He says, looking me deep in the eyes. ''And…''
I pull my hand away, this is getting interesting. ''Who?''
He lets out a chuckle and shakes his head. ''Do you really want to know?''
''I told you mine.''
He looks down at my lips. ''Fair is fair, I suppose.''
I look at him, doubting if I do want to know. ''Someone I know?'' He opens his mouth to answer and I can't wait to find out, but he doesn't say anything else. ''Me, and?''
''Lots of people,'' he tells me, trying to sound more casual about this than I know he actually is.
''Lots of different women?'' I ask him. His sexual history might be a bit more extensive than mine but I don't know the actual number.
''Lots of different people,'' Milo says. My eyebrows shoot up. ''You. You with lots of different people.''
I frown at him. ''What do you mean?''
''Exactly what it sounds like.''
''What you want is me,'' I take a deep breath, ''being… intimate with different people.''
He gives me a look, ''it's a fantasy, I'm not telling you to cheat on me.''
I take a few seconds to let it sink, ''so with whom?''
''Different people. Mostly just people I meet at work,'' he says, staring off to the other side of the room.
''So you meet a new patient, and you think of me and them-''
''Sure,'' he says and I don't know what to say. ''Co-workers. People I meet outside of work. Basically anyone who isn't family.''
''That sounds like a lot of work,'' I tell him and he laughs. ''So if I just mention any co-worker you've probably thought of them and me…''
''Well, yeah. I mean, some more than others but in essence yes,'' he says.
''Who would you say is the most..?'' I ask and sit up. The headboard is cool against my back and it's just what I needed to bring me down from my high even further, which is just what I need because there is no way I'm understanding him correctly.
He looks at me with hesitation, ''do you really want to know that?''
I give him a look that just says 'duh'. ''Yes. Come on, spill it Morton.''
''Okay, just remember you asked for it.'' He sits up as well. I patiently wait for him to give names but he seems hesitant. I give him a gentle push and he looks over at me. ''Okay, so… Lu-''
''Delgado?'' I ask him, slightly in shock.
''Yes,'' he looks at me like he's surprised by my shock. ''Haven't you ever wondered what she looks like naked?'' He asks me and I give him a look.
''That's not exactly what's first on my mind,'' I tell him. I can't believe I have to work with her in the morning knowing how Milo thinks of her.
Milo can read my face like a book. ''It's not so much about the other person and what they look like. It's more just how you feel about them and what you'd do with them, and they with you.'' He tells me. ''After Tookie,'' his ex-wife, ''and I split up because of her cheating, and you and I started dating, I couldn't help but wonder who might do it for you.''
I look down for a second, unsure of what to say. ''No one,'' I tell him earnestly. ''I love you and I'm not going to leave you for another man, or Delgado.''
''I love you too,'' he says. ''And it's not that I think you'd actually run off with this people, it just harmless wondering and over time the thoughts got a bit… steamier.''
I chuckle and smile at him. ''So who else? Maybe someone I don't have to work with in the morning?'' He gives me a quick glance and then looks away, seemingly embarrassed. ''What? Who?''
He gives a slight shrug and hesitates to speak, ''Les.'' He eventually croaks out.
''Les? As in my ex-husband?'' I ask him.
''What? I can't help but wonder.''
''About?.. Our sex life?''
''Just what he was like for you. If he was better at getting you off, what you liked about what he did in bed. How often you two had sex, in what positions… Everything really.''
I look at him and am speechless. It had never even occurred to me that Milo might think about these things, it had certainly never occurred to me to think about what Milo and Tookie's sex life was like. The thought that he imagines me being with other people is strange to me, just the thought of him being with another woman and I can feel a pang of jealousy in my belly.
I bite my lip, ''so, is this something that you actually want to…''
He puts his arms around me, ''Andy, they're fantasies. Trust me; the last thing I want is to watch you get it on with you ex-husband.''
I look at him, ''and Delgado?'' I know hers is the only other name he has given and I'm afraid to mention anyone else.
''I much rather you focus on me,'' he says. He pulls me a bit closer and our lips finally connect again. His open mouth hungrily inviting me in as he rolls us over so that he's on top of me. He was unusually hesitant during our conversation and now he takes the opportunity to once again show me how much he loves taking control.
He starts kissing my neck but I grab his face and kiss him again. One of my hands lands on his ass and pulls him closer to me. I can feel his dick against my core, almost sliding in before he pulls away. I groan in protest and I can hear him chuckle. ''Be patient,'' he says as he pins my arms down. He starts kissing my neck and moves down to my breasts. I can feel his mouth close over one and his hand on the other, flicking the nipple.
My moans only seem to encourage him to be rougher, his beard scratching my skin. His other hand moves down to my side and as soon as my arms are free again I use my hands to push his head down, closer and closer to where I most want him.
He gives it one lick and then looks up at me with my juices on his lips and chin. He gives me a small grin, ''be patient,'' he repeats, ''or I'll just drag it out longer and longer.'' His hands are on my breasts, his lips on my inner thighs, sucking at the skin. He's constantly moving closer to my clit but every time I think he's finally going to give me what I want he pulls away a bit again. Each time he completely ignores it I can't help but squirm a bit. It feels good but it's not what I want.
He rolls my nipples between his thumbs and index finger and my back arches. One of his hands moves down to my lower stomach, holding my hips down. I can feel his hot breath and then his lips are on my clit. I shiver and his grip tightens. He's kissing as softly as he can while still somewhat making contact. I try to move my hips towards him and he pulls away.
I let out a cry and we make eye contact. ''Do you want me to stop?'' He asks me and I shake my head. He squints his eyes at me, knowing how impatient I can be once we get down to business. His face disappears and I can feel him kissing my inner thighs. I groan at his seemingly never ending amount of patience. His hand has moved down a bit and his thumb is so close to my clit…
I have trouble forming complete trains of thought. My legs are trembling a bit and I couldn't take a deep breath if my life depended on it. I try to say something to get him to touch me, for his thumb to move just half an inch, but when I open my mouth all that comes out is a few whimpers.
I try to pull him towards me with my legs, and I can hear him laugh into the sheets below me. ''I can make this last all night,'' he says as he looks at me. I know he can. He has. Many times. I look at him with hooded eyes. I need some kind of friction. My hand moves down and before I even realize I'm doing it he has already slapped it away.
He looks at me and shakes his head. I can tell that his torturing amuses him. I close my eyes and lay back; I'm squirming under him trying to get him to do something, anything. He does. Before I can process any part of him moving I feel his tongue flicking my clit and I just about jump off the bed. His head gets clamped between my thighs as some kind of noise escapes my lips.
His tongue makes his way inside of me and if he wasn't holding me down my hips would've come up to meet him halfway. I manage to roll my hips just the slightest bit against him and it feels even better than expected, a few moans escape from my mouth. I wait for him to scold me but nothing. One of his hands starts the attack on my breasts again, my nipples now even more sensitive than before, his lips sucking on my clit.
His grip on my hips loosens a bit and I start to rock against his tongue. His hand moves up a bit and guides my rhythm to be in sync with him. We rock together for what seems like forever as I can feel my orgasm build inside of me. I want to tell Milo to be rougher, to suck harder, to pinch my nipples harder, but only a few incoherent words come out.
My toes curl and my eyes shut close. And then Milo's words come back to my brain, what would it feel like to have Lu do this? And I fall over the edge. My brain is mush. My entire body is shaking as Milo continues lapping at my clit, wanting me to ride this wave as long as possible. My moans are coming one after the other, they turn into whimpers when Milo sucks harder on my clit and I buck against him.
After what feels like forever I start to come down. My legs no longer keeping Milo in place he stretches his torso over me and our lips meet in an open-mouth kiss. I can taste myself on his lips. I can feel his beard scratch my chin and his hands all over me. He nudges my thighs apart and I'm not sure how much more I can take.
I can feel him line himself up against my opening. It's dripping with wetness and every nerve in my body seems to be standing on high alert, every part of my body to sensitive for touch. Part of me wants to push Milo away; I need a moment to gather myself. Milo and I make eye contact and I'm sure I must be a sight, with my mouth hanging open and sweat everywhere.
His lips connect to mine and I can feel him slip inside.