Take Me

Chapter Twelve: Beg

Thirty excruciating minutes later, Milo found himself outside Kaz’s apartment, breathing hard, skin overheating. Sweat soaked through his dress shirt. All manner of icky feelings clung to him as he waited outside the building until the doorman was occupied and the woman at reception took her break.

He expected to get caught at every step. Slipping through the front doors. Sprinting to the elevator. Even inside the cab, he watched the security camera located at the corner of the ceiling, sure someone would be waiting for him at Kaz’s floor to intercept and call the cops. A night in jail for trespassing in his condition was the last thing he needed.

What he did need? Relief from the ache inside. A hunger so fierce it begged for release. Never in his life had he thought arousal to be painful. His c**k throbbed. His balls swelled. The muscles at the base of his spine twitched. To say he hurt all over was a grievous understatement.

Yet, at Kaz’s door, he hesitated. What was the plan? Ring the bell and ask him to f**k his brains out?

He was harder than he had ever been in his entire life. That damn chocolate the crazy lady had given him was working his hormones like a slave master with a whip. His skin prickled and his blood boiled. He was so aroused that even a gust of wind made him moan. Lust infected every cell of his body like a deadly virus and the only cure was behind the door he was standing in front of.

Then the thought hit him: What if Kaz wasn’t home?

It was enough to chill him to the bone. But he was in such exquisite pain that he couldn’t take standing there any longer. His lungs were a furnace. Sweat crawled down the side of his face. It was as if he was running a high fever—all flushed cheeks and swollen lips.

It had crossed his mind to relieve himself, but he doubted his hand would be enough. Once or twice, maybe. But this state of arousal was so intense, he could barely think straight. Painted into a corner, he pressed the doorbell.

A pleasant ring reverberated from within the apartment.

At first, the place sounded empty. He bit his lower lip, squirming. Even that was enough to make his mouth water with unmitigated desire.

Sending a silent prayer to whoever would listen, he brought his trembling finger to the doorbell again. He had to be home. Please let him be home. Every inhalation brought cold air down his sensitive throat but each exhalation was fire. He couldn’t take it anymore.

He rang it again.

A minute later, still no answer.

He thumped his forehead against the wood, bringing his finger to the doorbell a third time. But before the tip could make contact, the door opened. He stumbled forward. Powerful hands caught him and he whimpered.

“Milo?” came Kaz’s concerned question in that voice made for the bedroom.

Ah, it sounded so good to his ears. He grabbed a hold of the other man’s suit lapels to keep himself from sliding to the floor. His knees had gone weak.

“What’s the matter?”

“Help,” Milo breathed out. “Help me . . . please . . .”

Eyes widening, Kaz asked, “What happened to you?”

“Tommy . . .” He swallowed. It was getting harder and harder to speak. His mouth was so dry. “He brought me to a s*x party.”

“s*x party?”

He shook his head and gripped Kaz’s lapels until his knuckles turned white. “This woman made me eat something. A chocolate square.”

When Kaz still didn’t seem to understand what he was saying, he took the other man’s hand and brought it to his painful erection. The mere contact was enough to make his hips buck.

“Please, Kaz. I need you.”

Quicker than a lightning strike, all the concern left Kaz’s features. His expression hardened and his blue eyes turned to ice. He pulled Milo deeper into the apartment and closed the door.

“You went to a party with Tommy,” he said, tone guttural and harsh.

“Yes,” Milo breathed out, his throat raw as if he had been screaming.

“And you were given an aphrodisiac.”

He panted, close to tears.

Kaz didn’t soften at his distress. Instead, he grabbed Milo’s arm and yanked him into his office. Then he left Milo standing at the center of the room while he made his way behind his desk.

Methodically, Kaz began clearing clutter. He stacked papers and placed them on a tray at one side. Then he closed his laptop and placed it on top of the papers.

When the desk had been cleared, he sat on his swivel chair and tented his fingers. He watched Milo stand there, a quivering mess of pent-up desire.

“Kaz—”

“Take off your clothes,” he interrupted in a soft, deliberate command.

“What?” He blinked, his brain taking a while to catch up.

“Anata no fuku o nugi,” he repeated in Japanese, which gave the command more weight.

“Shouldn’t we be in your bedroom?” He hugged himself as a shield against the cold stare coming from across the office.

“For this?” Kaz shook his head. "You got yourself into this mess and you want me to help you, right?"

Milo nodded in defeat. He saw where this was going. Kaz wasn’t giving him relief in bed. This was his fault for going to that party. For not being careful enough. He was asking for help and the only way Kaz would participate was if he did what was asked. So, he shrugged off his jacket then tugged off his bow tie. When he reached for the domino mask, Kaz interrupted him again.

“Ue no masuku o tsudzukeru,” he said.

Milo dropped his hand from the mask. So it was staying on. Okay. He moved on to his shirt, which was soaked with sweat. Yet, bare-chested, the cool air in the room wasn’t enough to alleviate the fire inside.

Shaking, he toed off his shoes and teetered as he removed his socks. All the discarded clothing pooled around him. At his belt, he paused.

“What’s wrong?” Kaz asked, switching back to English.

“What are you planning to do to me?”

"From where I'm sitting, you're not in any position to ask."

Milo gritted his teeth. “I thought—”

“Thought what?” Kaz cut him off. "That I would take you to my room and f**k you until the drug wore off?” He shook his head slowly, deliberately. “I told you, the first time I take you is when you’re aware of every inch of me entering your body. I won’t have anything interfere with that. Nothing.” He scowled. “Now, take off the rest of your clothes. I want you naked.”

“This is bullshit. If you’re not going to help me then I might as well go elsewhere,” Milo threatened with the last of his strength. In actually he couldn’t make it to the door even if he wanted to leave.

“Who said I wouldn’t help you?” Kaz’s stiff posture softened slightly. “The sooner you’re naked the faster you’ll feel better.”

At the end of his rope, Milo took a leap of faith. He unbuckled his belt and unfastened his pants, taking his time with the zipper. The front of his boxers beneath was already damp. The head of his c**k was already peeking out of the waistband, he was so hard.

He let the pants drop and stepped out of them. His boxers soon followed. Kaz inhaled sharply when Milo straightened. Except for the mask, he stood as naked as the day he was born in front of the man he desired. It was only then that he noticed the floor to ceiling windows. He immediately covered himself.

“No!” Kaz commanded. The harshness in his tone returned. “Hands at your sides.”

“But the windows.” Milo trembled. A part of him liked that no curtains covered the glass. Liked that they could have an audience somewhere in the dark night. The anticipation warred with his sense of propriety.

“Come here.” Kaz gestured for him.

Unadulterated lust was evident in his voice. Milo took pleasure in it as he reluctantly dropped his arms to his sides and took tentative steps forward. Kaz pushed back his chair, making room for Milo.

When he was standing between the desk and Kaz, he asked, “What?”

Kaz didn’t reply right away. It became obvious that his eyes were too busy feasting on his naked flesh. Milo wasn’t muscular the way Kaz was. He exercised to stay healthy, not to cultivate muscle definition. But he was still proud of his physical form. He knew he was attractive, and based on the way Kaz’s eyes roamed his body like a predator hungry for its prey, he liked what he was seeing too.

“Utsukushī,” Kaz finally murmured.

Unable to help himself after being called beautiful in reverent tones by such a painfully proud and powerfully handsome man, Milo began touching himself. Leaning back against the desk, he traced the edges of his lips before he ran his fingers down his neck to his chest. One hand he kept moving downward until he reached his erection. The other he used to tweak his sensitive n****e. The tiny bud was already erect when he removed his clothes. It grew harder with each swipe of his fingers. When he used his thumb to circle it, his back arched forward. He bit down on the corner of his lip in pleasure.

Kaz’s stare intensified. He hadn’t said anything, but he didn’t have to. The heat in his gaze said everything Milo needed to know as he stroked the length of his c**k. He paused at the tip, sliding his thumb over the slit, spreading the bead of moisture that came from it all over the head.

“Keep watching me,” Milo begged when he resumed pumping. “Kaz, just keep watching me.” He licked his lips as he moved his hand to his other n****e. It was just as sensitive.

Kaz leaned back in his seat and tented his fingers once again. He crossed his legs and watched.

Even in his stillness, Kaz seemed to match the lust raging through Milo’s body as he fondled himself. He spread his legs wider, not self-conscious at all by his wanton display. With each stroke, he felt himself climbing closer to his release. He alternated between pants and moans, never taking his gaze away from Kaz, who remained an impassive audience except for the molten need in his blue eyes. The self-control of the man heightened Milo’s hunger. He rubbed harder, craving the friction he needed to come.

Just as he reached his limit Kaz’s lips quirked upward. This small shift in expression sent Milo over the edge. He came more intensely than he expected. He threw his head back and spilled his seed, crying out.

The power of his orgasm was enough to have him panting and spent when it was over. Every muscle seemed to tremble, wound tight like bow strings. But despite that, he was still hard in his hand.

Breathless, Milo lifted his head. Kaz hadn’t moved from his seat. The man didn’t even shift positions. He must have had a will of iron not to show any emotion after what Milo had done.

“It’s not enough,” he admitted, pleaded.

“Sit on the desk,” Kaz said.

Without question, Milo complied, taking a seat until his legs dangled off the edge. He leaned back on his hands, unashamed of the evidence of his release covering his stomach and chest. Let him see. Let him look his fill. Milo took power from it.

Kaz finally shifted in his seat, uncrossing his legs. The obvious bulge between his legs pleased Milo. So the man wasn’t impervious after all. He inched the chair forward until he was within touching distance.

“Pull your legs up until your feet are on the desk,” Kaz instructed.

Milo did as he was asked.

“Spread your legs.”

He did.

“Wider.”

“Spread them the way you want them,” he said, daring Kaz to touch him.

And touch Milo he did, placing his large hands against the inside of Milo’s thighs, parting his legs farther until he was fully exposed. He dropped his gaze to Milo’s still straining erection.

“Look at you,” he murmured. He ran the tip of his forefinger across the slit, spreading the opaque bead over the head. “Just came and already itching for more.”

Milo bit back a moan. Kaz hadn’t done anything more than that little caress and already he was about to lose it. What the hell was this man’s power over him? Even without the help of an aphrodisiac Milo ached for him.

Then Kaz used the same finger to trace along the underside of his p***s, following the vein, causing the member to harden further. He curled one hand around the base and lightly squeezed. This time, the moan left Milo’s throat. He no longer had the strength to it hold back.

“Onegai,” he begged.

"Please, what?" Kaz ran the tip of his tongue down the length of Milo’s inner thigh. Then, keeping his tongue flat, he started at the underside of Milo’s balls and licked his way up to the tip of the head.

Milo grabbed a fistful of Kaz’s hair. “Please, Kaz, please. I need you.”

Taking pity on him, or perverse pleasure in his pain, Milo had no idea, Kaz gave the tip a quick kiss before he swirled his tongue around the underside of the head before taking it into his mouth. He sucked so hard, Milo cried out. He had to let go of Kaz’s hair just so he could support himself with both hands on the desk or he was sure he would fall.

“Kaz,” he gasped out. “Your mouth, it’s so hot.”

Kaz growled as he took in more of Milo’s length. Then he moved his mouth up and down Milo’s shaft, humming as he went. It sent spine-tingling sensations all over Milo’s body. It was all he could do not to buck his hips off the desk.

“f**k yes,” he said. The effects of the aphrodisiac heightened all his senses. Every touch he felt a hundred fold. Even the smooth surface of the desk beneath his ass gave him untold pleasure.

Kaz released his c**k with an audible pop only to lick the underside from base to tip. The roughness of his tongue made Milo see spots.

“Look at you,” Kaz said, kissing the tip again. “Trembling so much you might fall off my desk. Do I make you feel that good?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” Milo glared down at him.

Instead of responding, Kaz pushed his fingers between Milo’s lips.

Understanding what Kaz wanted, Milo sucked on the digits the way Kaz did to his d**k. When his fingers were sufficiently lubricated, Kaz pulled them out of Milo’s mouth and brought them to his opening. He circled the puckered rosette before inserting one long finger. Milo gasped, the walls of his throat closing, preventing any air from leaving his lungs.

Covering his mouth with the back of his hand, Milo said, “So good.”

He yelped when Kaz curled his finger, grazing his sweet spot. It made him lightheaded, almost drunk.

“So tight,” Kaz murmured. “Your walls are squeezing me. I can’t wait to push my c**k into you, Milo. To feel your warmth. To feel you milking me until I can’t hold back anymore.”

If he thought he was hard when Kaz went down on him, he wasn’t prepared for the insertion of a second finger. His d**k jerked, turning to steel.

“Kaz, please.”

“What do you want, Milo?” he asked while he continued pumping his fingers in and out, twisting as he went. “Tell me what you want.”

“Make me come,” he said against the back of his hand. “Onegai.”

Without another word, Kaz returned his mouth to Milo’s waiting member. He set the pace with a few slow, deep bobs of his head, and then every time he pushed his fingers in, he sucked. Milo lost his mind. It felt so good to be touched. By Kaz.

Then Kaz moved his other hand to Milo’s balls, caressing the heavy sack before giving them a sharp tug. This in combination with the curling of his fingers sent Milo over the edge. He came so hard, his vision tunneled. His heels rose off the table, curling his toes. Unable to support his body weight with his hands any longer, he fell back, lying flat on the desk.

Spent and exhausted, his labored breathing and his erratic heartbeat were the only sounds he heard. The rhythm quickly lulled him into a dreamless sleep.