5. Milo

Chapter five

Milo

I flick on the light, turning around as Baylen steps into my house. My stomach is a mess of fluttering butterflies. My inner octopus is practically foaming at the mouth with how excited he is to have Baylen in our home. He wants to wrap him up and never let him leave.

Down boy . One thing at a time.

It’s still hard to believe that Baylen is here in my house. When he arrived at the bar tonight, never in my wildest dreams did I think I would be bringing him home with me. I’ve been thinking about this since the day I met him. He might have been a bit of an ass but fuck I couldn’t stop thinking about his ass .

There’s no question in my mind. I want him. I want to touch Baylen and kiss him and fuck him until all the tension in his entire body fades away. I want him to forget his very name by the time I’m done with him.

But first, we need to be on the same page.

“I’m not very good at things like this,” Baylen says, his body tense. He looks around my house, taking it in. It’s like he’s trying to seem cool and calm despite how nervous he clearly is.

This is my chance to test the waters. I would never do something he’s not comfortable with. We need to be on the same page and I’m happy to be the one to take charge, to make sure everything we do is enjoyable for both of us.

I step into Baylen’s space. I watch as he swallows, his Adam’s apple bobbing. I want to nip at it, but hold myself back.

“You don’t have to do anything that you don’t want to do,” I say softly. I run my hand from his shoulder down to his hand, lacing our fingers together. “Would it be okay if I was the one in charge tonight?”

Baylen tilts his head slightly. “What do you mean?”

“All you have to do is follow my lead. You don’t have to think, you don’t have to decide anything. I’ll take care of you.”

Baylen’s shoulders fall away from his ears. He breathes out the tiniest sigh. “I’d like that.”

“If I do anything you’re not enjoying, I want you to tell me, okay? You say stop, and we stop, no questions asked.”

“Okay,” he says with a nod. “Okay, I can do that.”

“I know you can,” I say with a grin. “Now I have a very important question to ask.” Baylen nods for me to continue. “Do you know why I invited you in?”

I need him to know there’s no expectations but at the same time, my intentions are far from innocent. I don’t want a cup of coffee, I want him naked in my bed.

“I assume it was for sex. Was I wrong to assume that?”

I can’t help but grin. It’s the exact type of answer I’ve come to expect from Baylen. I shake my head. “No, you were correct. I like to be sure about these things though. Enthusiastic consent is sexy. Now, one more question. Can I please kiss you?”

“Yes,” he breathes out and I move so quickly it makes my own head spin.

I wrap my fingers in the fabric of Baylen’s dress shirt, pulling him to me. I plant my lips against his and marvel at the little noise of surprise that comes from Baylen. His lips feel so fucking perfect against my own, fitting just right. Kiss him softly before pulling back, wanting to gauge his reaction.

Baylen whimpers before being the one to kiss me this time. He dives at me like a starved man eating for the very first time. It’s desperate in a way that drives me downright feral. It’s like we’re two puzzle pieces slotting together, fitting just right.

When I open my lips, Baylen doesn’t hold back. He pushes his tongue between my lips in order to touch it against my own. He tastes so fucking good, with hints of chocolate leftover from the drink he had at the bar. My inner octopus wants to push out of the confines of my body. He wants to partial-shift so we can wrap our tentacles around him and keep him pressed against our chest. If I’m not careful, he may make an appearance and we can’t have that! Baylen doesn’t even know we’re a shifter let alone that we have eight extra appendages.

Baylen wraps his arms around my back, holding on for dear life. His desperation is intoxicating, even more so than the alcohol I had earlier. I’m so fucking glad I have a clear head for this. I want to memorize every single thing about this man.

I pull back so we can breathe. I give Baylen one last peck on the lips before extracting myself from his grip.

“Would it be okay if we took this to my bedroom?”

Baylen nods his head. “That would be very okay. I want you, Milo.” He licks his lips, looking almost sheepish. I’ve never seen him like this. Baylen is always so sure of himself, so in charge while at work. I like this look on him. I like that he’s letting me see this side of himself. “I want you so badly.”

“That’s good to hear,” I tell him with a grin, rewarding his honesty with another kiss. “I want you too, Baylen. I’ve been thinking about this since the day we met.”

“Really?”

“Yes.” I like that I don’t have to mince words with Baylen. I can get straight to the point. With each sentence, I punctuate it with a kiss to his lips. “You’re gorgeous.” Kiss. “You’re generous.” Kiss. “You’re attractive.” Kiss. “You’re special, Baylen.” Another longer kiss. “I plan on showing you that tonight. Come on, right through here.”

We step into my bedroom and I thank past Milo for actually tiding up in here. I wasn’t expecting to bring someone home, but it would have been disastrous if I’d had dirty clothes thrown all over the floor tonight.

“I’ll give you a choice. Would you like to remove your own clothes, or would you like me to do it for you?”

Baylen bites his bottom lip. “You’re in charge, right?”

“I am, very much so.”

“Then I’d like you to do it.”

“I was hoping that would be your answer,” I say with a grin, stepping into his space. I kiss his lips, letting the kiss go on awhile. I want Baylen to be relaxed, I want him to know he can let himself go and enjoy this. Once I feel him sigh against my lips, I move my kisses away from his lips and over his jaw. Then I gently kiss the side of his throat.

As I kiss his throat, my hands get to work. I pull his shirt from his slacks before slowly working the buttons open. I start at the bottom and make my way up. Once the last button has been popped, I slide my hands under it and slide it away from Baylen’s body. It falls to the floor. I feel him tense up and I pull back.

“What is it?”

Baylen swallows. “Would you mind picking that up right away? I don’t want it to get all wrinkly.”

“Thank you for telling me your preference,” I breathe out, kissing his cheek. I pick up his shirt, shaking it out so it won’t wrinkle and quickly hang it up on my doorknob. “Is that okay?”

“Yes, thank you.”

“You’re so welcome. Anything to keep you comfortable.”

Baylen lets out a sigh, his body relaxing once more. There’s even a little smile on his lips that steals my breath. He’s so beautiful like this. I feel what I can only describe as an obsession welling up inside of me. I want to do everything in my power to keep that little smile on his lips. I want to chase the high seeing him like this gives me.

I fall to my knees, sliding my hands along his strong thighs. They’re runner thighs and I can’t wait to see them completely bare. I can’t wait to bite them and leave my mark on them.

Baylen lifts his foot as I remove his socks. Then I move to his pants, pulling his belt from the loops and dropping it beside me. I make quick work of opening his slacks and sliding them down his thighs. His boxers are plain black and I can’t help but smile. It’s not a surprise that his boxers would match the rest of his black and white personality. It’s endearing in a way that has my stomach warming pleasantly.

Getting to see this side of Baylen, seeing him vulnerable and trusting me not only leaves me hard and aching, but it also leaves me breathless with emotion. I’m praying to every god that will listen that this isn’t just a one night thing. I want Baylen. I want all of him, not just his body.

I carefully fold his pants so they won’t wrinkle before pulling down his boxers. I tap his left foot and he lifts it as I slide his foot through the hole of his boxers before tapping the other and repeating the process. Once he’s completely naked, I look up at him and take him in.

Jesus fucking Christ.

Baylen is stunning. He takes care of his body and it shows in every line of his body. I want to cover all of his toned muscles with sucker marks. I want to see him flex and writhe beneath me. I want to see him covered in sweat as he breathily begs to come.

I swallow thickly as I stand up. Already, the power dynamic between us has fully shifted. Outside of these walls, he’s my boss, but right now, with all my clothes on and him being completely nude, I’m the one in charge. We both know it and we’re both completely into it.

Sliding my hands over Baylen’s arms, a shiver runs through him. “I want you to go lay on the bed for me.”

“Okay,” Baylen breathes out, his voice broken in the sexiest way. He takes a step back, his eyes wide. He turns towards my bed and I get to see his ass flex as he walks. I bite my bottom lip. As much as I’d love to do all matters of dirty things to that perfect ass, I have a different plan for tonight.

Baylen sits on my bed, leaning up on his elbows so he can watch me. I give him a wink as I slowly strip out of my own clothes. His breathing is shallow, his cheeks alight with the prettiest blush, his lip caught between his teeth. He’s the perfect picture of a sex god, laid out for me like that and I have a feeling he has no idea just how fucking hot he is.

I can see the way his hands are clenching, like he wants to reach out and touch me. Or maybe touch himself.

“Feel free to touch yourself,” I tell him with a grin. “But if you start getting close, I want you to stop. You’re not going to come until I tell you. Okay?”

Baylen nods his head, his right hand going to his cock. I watch as he strokes himself, making a mental note of how he likes it. His cock is long and has the slightest curve to it. My mouth waters as I think about how nice it would be to wrap my lips around it.

“Fuck,” Baylen hisses out and then his eyes widen, looking over at me like maybe he’s done something wrong.

“Yeah,” I breathe out, shucking my jeans off and tossing them towards my dresser. “Yeah, Baylen, we’re about to fuck. You’re free to be as loud or as quiet as you want. Don’t hold yourself back.”

I grab my lube from my nightstand, my eyes glued to the way Baylen is touching his cock. Gods, he’s so hot. Once I have the lube, I get into the bed with him.

Grabbing Baylen’s wrist, I stop his movements and bring his hand to my mouth, kissing the center of his palm. He sucks in a sharp breath, his eyes staring up at me. They’re glassy with lust yet somehow also achingly soft. I like being above him like this, I like being in control of him, I like that he trusts me with this.

I let go of his hand just long enough to cover the fingers on my right hand with lube. I bring them behind myself and begin opening myself up with them. At the same time, I grab his hand once more, bringing his fingers to my mouth.

“Oh, Milo. Fuck,” he gasps out as I suck two of his fingers between my lips. My hips move without my permission, slowly moving our cocks against each other. Fuck, it feels so good, but having him inside of me is going to be even better.

I take my time fingering myself open, enjoying the sensation of having Baylen completely at my mercy below me. He can’t do anything but watch me enjoying myself. I stare down at him, watching his face morph with pleasure. He’s enjoying this just as much as I am.

Once I feel ready, I cover his cock with lube and sit up on my knees, directing his cock to my ass. I’m so excited to get him inside me, I almost miss the way he’s squeezing my thighs.

“Yeah, Baylen? Speak your mind, what is it?”

“Don’t you want to put a condom on me?”

I freeze above him. “Do you want a condom on? If you’d prefer less mess that way, that’s okay, but you don’t need one unless you want one.” I touch his cheek gently. “Do you want one?”

Baylen shakes his head. “I want to feel you with nothing between us.” He bites his bottom lip, like he’s trying to decide if he wants to say more. I give him a moment to work it out before he adds, “I want to come inside you. Can I, Milo? Please?”

“Gods,” I hiss out, leaning down in order to steal a heated kiss. I plunge my tongue into his mouth, rewarding him for telling me exactly what he wants. “Yes,” I tell him when I pull back. “Yes, I want that too. Good boy, Baylen. Thank you for telling me what you want.”

At the phrase good boy, Baylen whines, his face flushing. Oh my gods, I can feel his cock twitch against my ass. I’m a goner. My inner shifter agrees. Baylen is perfect for us and we’re going to do everything in our power to fully claim him as ours.

Mate. Mark. Sate. Ours.

I have to close my eyes and breathe for a few seconds to get myself back under control. My tentacles want to emerge from my pelvis. They ache to pin Baylen down properly as I have my way with him. That ache only serves to rack my lust higher and higher.

“I’m going to fuck myself on your cock now,” I tell Baylen, trying to keep my voice as even as possible. “I don’t want you to come until after I do. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” Baylen breathes out, his hands clenching against the sheets beneath us. “I understand.”

“Good boy. You can touch me as much as you want. Nothing is off limits.”

“Thank you,” he whispers, his hands moving away from the sheets onto my thighs. He digs his nails into my skin as I push my hips back and finally take his cock into my body. As I slowly slide down, we both moan in pleasure.

I feel like I’m sinking forever before finally, my ass connects to Baylen’s hips. Fuck. I feel so full, so perfect sitting on his cock. He fills me so perfectly, stretching me just right. I don’t only feel sated but also, having Baylen in this way makes me feel complete.

I am in so deep I don’t think there’s any way for me to get out of this. Now that I’ve had him, all of him, there’s no turning back for me. My octopus and I are in agreement. Baylen is ours.

“Fuck,” Baylen hisses out. His hands move from my thighs onto my stomach, running over the small treasure trail I have there. Then they move higher, plucking at my nipples until they’re hard under his fingers. “You feel so good, Milo. Please, move. Please?”

I toss my head back and move, pulling my hips up before plunging back down. “I love the sound of you begging. You sound so pretty. You’re perfect, Baylen, absolutely perfect. You feel so good inside of me.”

Baylen whimpers at the praise. I ride him with full abandonment, enjoying the feeling of him inside of me, enjoying the little breathy noises he’s making, enjoying the feeling of his hands on my body. It all feels so good, too good.

A strong hand touches my throat and a growl leaves me from the depths of my chest. It’s animalistic in nature. My eyes snap open, finding Baylen staring up at me. His fingers touch me where I never let anyone else touch me, my shifter nature never letting myself be that intimate with someone. But with Baylen, I let it happen. More than that, I welcome it.

“Touch my cock,” I breathe out, wrapping both of my hands around the wrist that’s touching my throat, keeping his hand right where it is. “Stroke my cock, Baylen. Make me come, sweetheart.”

Baylen’s eyes widen at the pet name. After only a moment of hesitation, he wraps his hand around my cock. His other hand stops exploring my throat and instead holds it gently, like he’s holding something precious, or something that might break.

“I’m gonna come,” I murmur, my hips moving so quickly, chasing my pleasure. “Keep going. Fuck, yes, just like that, Baylen.”

My entire body tenses as pleasure rushes through me. I’m so close, so fucking close. I bring the hand around my throat to my mouth, putting two of Baylen’s fingers into my mouth once more, sucking on the digits as I ride him. Yes, that’s what I needed, the taste of Baylen on my tongue.

I groan around the fingers in my mouth as I come across Baylen’s belly. His hand squeezes me, working me through my orgasm as my ass tightens around his dick.

“Please, please, please, please,” Baylen murmurs over and over again, his voice strained as he does his best to keep his own orgasm at bay, waiting for permission. Gods, he’s such a good boy for me.

“Go ahead,” I breathe out with a sigh, feeling completely sated and spent. A moment later, I feel my ass flood with warmth as Baylen comes. He moans, his head tilted back against the pillow. Pleasure washes over his features. I’ve always found Baylen attractive but watching him come is another thing entirely. Like this, he’s breathtaking.

We’re both panting, overwhelmed from our orgasms. I pull his hand away, letting it fall at his side before leaning down and kissing him. We trade gentle, barely there kisses. It’s almost lazy in nature, like two lovers kissing for the hundredth time instead of two people who’re experiencing all of this for the first time.

It’s comfortable and sweet. My head is spinning with possibilities. We’re so compatible. We fit together so well. I could so easily find myself falling completely and unabashedly in love with this man. I already feel myself falling.

“Stay here,” I whisper against Baylen’s lips. He gives me a little nod as I stand up and step into my bathroom. I quickly clean myself up before bringing a washcloth into the bedroom and doing the same for him.

Baylen slides into his boxers and I do the same, following his lead on what will make him the most comfortable. Then I wrap us both in my blanket and pull him against me.

I kiss the top of his head before murmuring into his hair, “that was amazing, Baylen. You were amazing. Thank you for sharing that with me.”

Baylen hums in response. It doesn’t take long after that before his breathing evens out as he falls asleep. I’m overwhelmed, now that I’m alone with my thoughts.

Tomorrow we’ll have to sit down and talk about what this means because I don’t want this to end. I want him more than I’ve ever wanted someone before. I’ve never felt a pull like this. He feels like he’s mine, my mate, my partner, the other part of my soul. Sure, he might be human and that makes this whole ‘mating’ thing a little more complicated but I don’t care. I’ll put in the work. I’ll do whatever I have to do to prove that to him.

My inner octopus is head over heels for this man already. He’s swirling about inside of me, ready to put on a mating dance like he’s never done before. He wants to make Baylen our mate as well. It makes things so much easier when my human side and octopus side are in agreement.

The only problem? I don’t get the chance to sit down and have that talk with Baylen. In the morning, I wake up all alone in bed with a note.

Milo, last night was amazing but it can’t happen again. I’m your boss and as such, it would be inappropriate to continue the nature of this type of relationship until you’re no longer my employee. Thank you for understanding. I’ll see you on Monday. Baylen.