Chapter Thirteen

Milo’s reflection stared back at him as he brushed his teeth, pale and drawn in the polished steel mirror. His cheek was still bruised, and his lip hadn’t finished healing either. He ran his fingers through his hair, trying to smooth it down. He looked the worse for wear, but at least Torres was back.

Milo had missed him, surprisingly. He had never thought he would miss someone like Torres, someone who had treated him like a possession, like a bitch. But even with Rafael and the others looking out for him, it hadn’t been the same. There was something about Torres’s possessive hands on him that made Milo feel more solid.

The lights went out, plunging the cell into darkness. Milo’s heart raced as he cupped water into his mouth, trying to finish up. He heard the scuff of a footfall behind him, and then felt Torres’s hands land on his hips.

Milo shuddered, excitement coursing through him. He could feel the warmth of Torres’s body behind him. Torres leaned in, his lips brushing against Milo’s earlobe as he murmured, “Get in the bunk, princesa.”

Milo’s legs felt like jelly as he turned around, his eyes adjusting to the darkness. He could make out the outline of Torres’s muscular form, could see the glint of his eyes in the dim light. Milo swallowed hard, trying to steady his breathing.

“Yes, sir,” he whispered, his voice barely audible.

His heart hammered as Torres guided him to the bunk. He could feel the heat radiating off of Torres’s body, and it made his own skin tingle with anticipation. Milo’s breath hitched as Torres pushed him down onto the bunk, the mattress sinking beneath their combined weight.

Torres’s strong arms wrapped around Milo’s waist, pulling him close. Milo could feel the muscles in Torres’s chest pressing against his back, and it made him feel small and vulnerable. But there was something about that vulnerability that made Milo’s body respond in ways he couldn’t control.

Milo’s breathing grew shallow as Torres’s hand slid up his stomach, tracing the outline of his ribs. He could feel the roughness of Torres’s calloused fingers against his skin, and it sent a shiver down his spine. Milo’s body was on fire, and he could feel himself growing hard.

Warm breath tickled Milo’s ear, but Torres said nothing. Milo couldn’t speak, couldn’t form words. All he could do was hold still, his body trembling with desire. Torres’s hand continued to explore Milo’s body, sliding up his chest and teasing his nipples. Milo gasped as Torres’s fingers pinched one, sending a jolt of pleasure through his body.

Milo could feel Torres’s stubble scraping against his throat, and it made him even harder. He could smell the masculine scent of Torres’s skin. Torres’s hand slid down Milo’s stomach, his fingers sliding under Milo’s boxers. Milo’s breath hitched as Torres’s hand brushed against his hardness, and he couldn’t help moaning.

Torres chuckled softly. The thin mattress creaked as Torres shifted, rolling onto his back. Milo hesitated for a moment before turning to face him in the darkness of their cell. The tension between them was heavy, electric, the air thick. It was an irresistible pull, a magnetic force that drew him closer to the man who, for now, owned him.

Milo’s heart pounded wildly. He couldn’t deny the thrill he felt at submitting to Torres’s every whim, but deep down, he knew he would never let anyone treat him this way outside these confining walls.

“Show me how much you missed me, putita,” Torres murmured, his tone low and gravelly. Milo licked his lips nervously, nodding in agreement even though he knew Torres couldn’t see him in the darkness. A million thoughts raced through his mind—what would satisfy Torres tonight? How far would he be pushed?

“Y-yes, sir,” he whispered, feeling a sudden surge of trepidation. There was something intoxicating about giving himself over to the man lying next to him, surrendering control and allowing Torres to take the reins. But beneath it all, the fear remained—a constant reminder of what they were to one another.

With a shaky breath, Milo reached out tentatively, his fingers brushing against the fabric of Torres’s boxers. He could feel the outline of Torres’s cock beneath, soft and warm to the touch. The sensation sent a shiver down his spine, and he slowly began to stroke it, relishing in the intimate contact.

The more he touched, the harder Torres’s cock became, growing thick and long. His mouth watered at the thought of how it would taste. His own arousal was building, making his heart race and his cock throb with anticipation.

Emboldened by the silence between them, Milo slipped his hand inside Torres’s boxers, his fingers finally making contact with the naked skin of Torres’s cock. It was hot and hard, throbbing with every beat of Torres’s heart.

The sound of Torres’s breathing went deep and heavy. Milo’s own was sharp and shallow, and he felt his cock stir. He couldn’t pretend that he wasn’t aroused by this. His body responded to his arousal, his heart racing and his skin flushed. He could feel the heat pooling in his groin, and he knew that he was hard.

He stroked Torres’s cock, feeling it grow thicker in his hand. He could feel the tension building in Torres’s body, the way his muscles tensed and relaxed. He knew that Torres was enjoying this, and he felt a thrill of excitement at the thought of pleasing him.

Torres cleared his throat, making Milo’s heart leap. “Use your mouth,” he ordered, his voice low and thick.

Milo hesitated for just a moment, gathering his courage. It was easier to do this in the dark, where he didn’t have to meet Torres’s eye. He moved down the bed, between Torres’s knees. He could smell Torres’s musky scent, the scent of his cock and balls, and it made Milo’s mouth flood with saliva, as if his body instinctively recognized what was demanded of it.

His lips brushed against Torres’s cock with the softest of touches at first, gauging the size and shape of it. The texture of warm skin against his lips sent a jolt through him, urging him to take more. Tentatively, he wrapped his lips around the head of Torres’s cock, feeling the smoothness of it against his tongue.

Oh God. He’d done this before, but it had always been sort of tedious. Someone he was sleeping with would hint they wanted it and he’d oblige, and then it would be several minutes of bobbing up and down while thinking of something he’d watched on TV the night before.

This was so unlike that it didn’t exist in the same universe. Torres tasted masculine, dangerous. Everything about where they were and who they were to one another injected this act with so much power. Milo felt drowned in it, soaked in the heady arousal of this, the thing between them. His arousal deepened as he took more of Torres into his mouth, encouraged by the soft hitching of Torres’s breath. The taste, the sensation, the raw intimacy of the act fueled Milo’s desire, pushing away any lingering doubts or fears. He wanted more, needed more, and with each slow, deliberate movement, he began to feel an unfamiliar pleasure building within him—the pleasure of pleasing Torres like this.

Emboldened by the sounds Torres made, Milo took a deep breath and pushed himself to take in all of Torres’s cock. As his lips reached the base, the head of Torres’s cock pressed against the back of his throat, making him gag slightly before he relaxed and adjusted. The sheer size of it filled Milo’s mouth completely, leaving him with no choice but to focus on the task at hand.

Sucking Torres’s cock was overwhelming, igniting a fire deep within Milo that spread throughout his entire body. He listened intently to the sounds Torres made, each moan and gasp encouraging him to work harder, to suck deeper. His heart raced wildly, blood roaring in his ears.

Suddenly, he felt Torres’s callused hand on the back of his head, gripping his hair tightly. The sudden possessiveness of the gesture sent shivers down Milo’s spine, a mix of excitement and trepidation. Torres’s hips began to rock up, thrusting his cock deeper into Milo’s mouth, forcing him to take even more of him.

As Torres picked up the pace, Milo’s mouth filled with saliva. His own cock ached, throbbing in time with each grunt and moan that escaped Torres’s lips.

The tension in Torres’s body grew until it racked him, and Milo could feel Torres’s cock swelling in his mouth, pulsing with the promise of release. When it finally happened, Torres came hard, filling Milo’s mouth with salt. Milo swallowed it all hungrily, unable to help himself.

Finally, Milo released Torres’s still-hard cock from his mouth and sat up on the bunk. The taste of Torres lingered on his tongue, and he licked his lips, savoring it like some forbidden indulgence. His heart hammered away, driven by a cocktail of fear, embarrassment, and undeniable arousal. In the darkness, he could hear Torres’s breaths slowly returning to normal, each exhale heavy with the aftermath of pleasure.

“Did you…did you enjoy that?” Milo dared to ask, his voice wavering.

Torres’s response was a rough laugh that cut through the silence like a knife, causing Milo’s cheeks to burn with humiliation. As Torres pulled his boxers back up over his spent cock, he uttered, “It’s just a mouth. Don’t expect me to sing your praises for sucking my dick.”

Milo bit back a retort, hurt. Even though he knew better, some small part of him had hoped for a word of approval or gratitude from his…whatever Torres was to him.

Swallowing his pride, Milo lay down in the bunk beside Torres. He could still feel the arousal coursing through his body, and he wondered what it meant. Was he really attracted to Torres, or was it just the power dynamic that turned him on?

Torres tucked his face into Milo’s neck, grazing his shoulder with his sharp stubble. “Did you enjoy it? Tell the truth.”

Milo hesitated, unsure of what to say. He didn’t want to admit it, didn’t want to give Torres the satisfaction. But the truth was, he had. He had enjoyed the feeling of Torres’s cock in his mouth, had enjoyed the way it made him feel.

“Yes,” Milo admitted, reluctantly. “I did.”

Torres chuckled softly, his breath warm against Milo’s jaw. “Good,” he said. “You’ll get to do it again soon.”

Milo’s heart skipped a beat at Torres’s words. He didn’t know if he was excited or terrified at the prospect of sucking Torres’s cock again. But he couldn’t deny that he was more aroused than he had ever been in his life.