Authors note: Warning! Horny in main !

Ava:

Lexi's eyes stay fixed on me as I gleefully shove another piece of sushi into my mouth, dancing in a clumsy circle as I chew. I'm so wasted right now that the entire room looks like it's spinning- but maybe that's just the disco ball casting rainbow spots across my vision, distorting the edges of reality.

Being drunk is the only time I allow myself to eat, because I usually end up throwing up in the morning anyway. I finally stop when I'm so full I could burst, turning to Lexi with a blissful grin. "Doesn't he look so sexy tonight?" I mumble dreamily, letting my gaze drift over to the lanky skeleton sulking in the corner. Milo stands like he's trying to fold himself inward, his tall frame curling in on itself awkwardly. Even now, he still manages to draw my attention like a magnet.

Lexi laughs, the sound low and exasperated. "Ava, you're way too drunk for this," she warns gently, reaching up to adjust the long, ridiculous fake beard strapped to her face. It's absurd how goofy she looks, and yet we're still somehow the hottest people at this party by a long shot.

"I don't know if I could do it sober," I murmur, words slurring slightly as I start to weave my way toward Milo. "He's not like the other guys..."

Lexi's hand catches my arm, tugging lightly as she tries to pull me back. "Ava, wait-"

But I'm already shrugging off her feeble grip, determination setting my steps. My heart pounds wildly as I approach him, each beat pushing me forward. Milo lifts his head when I get close, his eyes widening slightly. He raises his mask, his face swimming into view, confusion etched across his features.

"What-?"

I don't let him finish. I grab the front of his shirt and yank him down to my level, pressing my lips to his with a force that borders on desperation. His lip ring is cold against my lips, and it sends a shudder down my spin.

Milo stiffens, his whole body locking up for a split second before his hands come down to meet my waist, drawing me in. He kisses me back, hard, with a kind of passion that catches me completely off guard. There's a hunger there, something raw and unrestrained.

The rest of the world seems to melt right away. His mouth opens against mine, and I respond instinctively, letting his tongue slip in to meet mine, tangling in a desperate dance. My fingers curl into his hair, tugging lightly, feeling the way his breath shudders against me as I do. A bolt of electricity shoots down my spine, the contact sending waves of want crashing through my system.

In a sudden motion, he lifts me effortlessly, turning us and pinning me to the wall. The cool surface presses against my back, a stark contrast to the heat radiating off his body. My legs wrap around his waist on reflex, my dress riding up scandalously high. My panties peek out, and Milo's gaze drops, lingering on the exposed skin. His eyes are half closed with lust, nearly black with desire, and his jaw tightens as he drinks in the sight of me.

"Please fuck me," I breathe, the words tumbling out unbidden, dripping with need. My voice is low, almost a whimper.

His head jerks up, eyes snapping back to mine, and for a moment, everything in him goes still. I can see the internal struggle, the way his jaw works as he clenches it tightly. Then he exhales slowly, shaking his head.

"I can't," he murmurs, his voice achingly soft as he leans down, brushing his lips gently against my bare collarbone. He kisses the spot tenderly, almost reverently. "I don't want to take advantage of you. You're... trashed."

His words hit me like a bucket of cold water, dousing the fire raging under my skin. But the warmth of his breath against my chest, the press of his hands on my hips- it still sets me ablaze, leaving me burning and aching for more.

"I have never been more sure of anything in my life," I admit freely, the alcohol completely obliterating the filter in my brain. I bite my bottom lip and give him another firm nod. "Look, I'll write it down in my notes app so nobody can say anything."

I fumble around, patting my body down like an idiot. No pockets. No phone. Milo chuckles, the sound rough and low, as he presses his lips to my jaw. "Are you sure?" He murmurs, fingers digging into my hips a little harder as he trails kisses down my neck to the top of my chest.

A soft moan escapes my lips when he nips at the skin, and I throw my head back in pleasure. I don't care who's watching us- if I could, I'd fuck Milo right here, right now. But even in my drunken state, I know what a terrible idea that would be. People are already probably staring at us, and it's only a matter of time before they start talking.

Milo suddenly lets go, lowering me back down to the ground, his hands cupping my face so I have no choice but to look at him. "Are you sure?" He asks again, and it's hard to focus on anything besides the way his boner is pressing into my stomach.

I nod, placing my hand over his. "I'm sure," I breathe out, leaning into his touch.

"Where can we go?" He murmurs, his voice low and husky as he presses me back against the wall.

I grab his hand, tugging him away from the party that rages on. Lexi watches us go, a hint of disappointment crossing her features, but I ignore it, dragging Milo through the main foyer and up the winding staircase. We stumble towards the bedroom the Grayson's are letting me use, and as soon as the door shuts behind us, we're all over each other again.

He pulls me onto the bed with him, kicking off his shoes as he lays down and positions me on top of him. I straddle his lap, unlacing my boots and tossing them to the floor. The second I'm free of them, I crash my lips back against his, grinding down hard against his hips to ease the throbbing between my thighs.

We make out for what feels like an eternity, both of us panting, our bodies locked together. Milo's hands suddenly grab mine, and he breaks away just enough to speak. "I... I need to tell you something," he stammers, his breath ragged. "Uh, first of all, this is... this would be my first time. So, I hope that doesn't weird you out."

I grin, shoving the hem of his shirt up to reveal a sliver of pale skin. "I don't care," I purr, trailing kisses along his collarbone as I try to get the shirt off. "As long as you're okay with it."

But Milo grabs my wrists, pulling them away. His expression shifts, growing more serious as he clears his throat and looks away. "And... you should probably know this if you're gonna take off my shirt." He hesitates, taking a deep breath. "I... I cut myself. My arms... they're really bad."

I freeze, my own smile fading as his words sink in. I glance down at his trembling hands and then back up at his face. "Oh..." I whisper, unsure of what to say. "I'm... I'm sorry."

"If you want to stop, I totally get it," he rushes out, his voice thick with shame. "O-or I could just keep my shirt on. Uh, if you're okay with that. Or we could just-"

I silence him with a kiss, our lips meeting more gently this time. His body stiffens under my touch, but when I tug at his shirt again, he takes a steadying breath and slowly lifts it over his head. My gaze travels down his exposed chest, zeroing in on the scattering of scars that litter his wrists, trailing all the way up to his shoulders. Some of the lines are deep, still pink and healing, while others are faint and faded, like old ghostly remnants of pain.

I pick up his arm and place gentle kisses to it, before kissing him again. "I'm sorry you felt you had to do that," I whisper against his lips, gently rubbing my thumb against his cheekbone.

He doesn't respond, but a moment later he's kissing me back with a desperate fervor. He pulls me further onto the bed, shifting until I'm lying down and he's hovering over me. Milo's eyes flicker over my body, lingering with a mix of want and uncertainty. He swallows, his Adam's apple bobbing nervously before he reaches up and slowly tugs my dress down. My breasts spill free, and his eyes darken as he leans in, his lips closing around one of my nipples.

A soft groan escapes me as his tongue swirls around the sensitive peak, the sensation sending sparks down to my core. My fingers find their way into his hair, tugging lightly as I press him closer. "Milo," I murmur breathlessly, his name tumbling from my lips in a needy whine. "F-fuck..."

He doesn't say a word, his attention entirely focused on the swell of my breast as he sucks and licks. His free hand comes up to cup the other, his thumb brushing over it teasingly. It's like he's lost in his own world, his groans vibrating against my skin as he explores me.

My dress is peeled off the rest of the way, leaving me in just my panties. Milo pauses, his fingers drifting down my sides and over my thighs, tracing the curve of my body with reverent slowness. "Fuck," he mutters under his breath, his gaze intense as he reaches down and presses his thumb against the soaked fabric covering my pussy.

I moan at the sudden pressure, arching into his touch as he circles my clit through the thin barrier. My breath catches when he hooks his fingers under the waistband and pulls the panties down, exposing me completely. The sight of him shedding his jeans is almost too much- my eyes are drawn to the strain of his erection against his boxers, and the way he fumbles to free himself sends a shiver of anticipation through me.

He kneels between my legs, looking up with wide, questioning eyes. I nod, hands moving to grip the back of his head as he lowers himself. Milo wraps his arms securely under my thighs, holding me in place before his mouth finds my clit.

The moan that escapes me is surely louder than the music that rattles the walls, and I desperately push myself against him to get closer to his tongue. I grind against his face, the feel of his tongue moving in slow, teasing circles nearly undoing me. He slides a finger inside, his movements unpracticed and tentative, but there's a raw eagerness in every touch. The clumsiness of his technique somehow makes it all the more intimate. What he lacks in skill, he more than makes up for with the sheer intensity driving each motion, his mouth and fingers working to learn every inch of me.

I can feel the orgasm building in my stomach, swirling harder with every pump of his finger- every twist of his tongue. "Milo," I say more urgently, but make no effort to move him. He goes into overtime, his mouth working me in a way that impresses me. For being a virgin, he knows just what to do. Or maybe I'm just so excited to finally be this close to him.

With one more pump of his finger, I'm crying out, my hips jerking needily against his tongue and finger. My body racks with an intense orgasm, before I collapse back down on the bed, my chest heaving.

Milo kisses my thigh, and I can feel his grin against my skin. He trails his lips up my body- his kisses igniting fire wherever they touch -to my lips, where he forces me to taste myself on his tongue. "You taste so good," he rasps, his fingers gently touching the flesh between my legs once more.

After a moment to collect myself, I push him down onto the bed, my hands grasping his cock through his boxers, feeling the heat radiating off him. He inhales sharply, his eyes wide with raw desire as he watches me, pupils dilated with lust. "Fuck," he manages, his voice thick and choked with need. "Fuck, Ava..."

Hearing him moan my name ignites a fire within me, and I eagerly release him from his boxers, taking him into my mouth slowly. He's not huge, but he's undeniably thick, and I can't help but groan as I work the tip, swirling my tongue around it, tasting the saltiness of his skin. My hand wraps around the base, applying just the right amount of pressure, teasing him.

Milo pulls off my devil horns, tossing them aside, and grips the back of my hair possessively as he pushes me further down onto him. He doesn't even ask if I'm okay- just starts to buck his hips into my face, driving himself deeper. I gag slightly, the tip of his cock hitting the back of my throat as he begins to fuck my mouth, the vibrations of my moans sending shudders through his body.

We continue like this for a moment, my nails digging into Milo's thighs as I try to steady myself, feeling his muscles tense beneath my touch. That seems to push him closer to the edge; his thrusts become erratic and desperate, his breaths coming in ragged gasps. I can tell he's about to cum when he starts moaning gruffly, his head thrown back in pure ecstasy, the tension in his body coiling tight.

As he finishes, I eagerly swallow his load, drinking it down excitedly, greedily, savoring the moment and the intoxicating taste of him. I lock eyes with him as I pull away, my lips glistening, a triumphant smile spreading across my face as I relish the way he watches me, completely entranced.

Milo reaches up, gently brushing his thumb against my swollen lips. "Fuck," is all he can get out, huffing another sigh of content. He allows his head to drop back, his skin sticky with sweat. "Fuck."

"I would like to," I whisper mischievously, straddling him again. I rub my soaking wet pussy against his cock, grinding against him slowly, savoring the slickness that coats him.

Milo groans, his hands finding my hips and digging his fingers into the soft flesh, his grip both possessive and pleading. He thrusts his hips up, desperate to be inside me. I tease him near my entrance, just barely sliding him in, my flesh capturing just the tip. The way he groans- deep and guttural -tells me he's fighting to restrain himself from simply shoving it all the way in.

Once I've sufficiently teased him enough, I reach over to my bedside table, snapping off one of the condoms in the strip I have laying there. I hand it to him, watching as he clumsily puts it on, laying back in the bed.

I crawl into his lap, kissing him softly, letting my lips linger against his as I slowly lower myself onto him. Milo lets out a strangled moan, his eyes squeezing shut as he fills me completely, entering me to the hilt. It takes a moment to adjust to his thickness, but once I do, I begin moving my hips up and down, bouncing on his cock eagerly, feeling every inch of him.

"Oh, my God," Milo moans into my shoulder, biting down roughly, sending a jolt of pleasure through me. His hips shoot up each time mine go down, the rhythm creating a delicious sound of skin slapping against skin that mingles with the thumping music echoing downstairs.

He grips my hips tighter, slamming into me with a needy hunger, the tip of his cock slamming into my g-spot with each thrust. I reach between my legs, gently playing with my pussy as I grind against him, moaning out his name breathlessly. The heat between us intensifies, every movement stoking the fire building within me, and I can feel the sweet, dizzying waves of pleasure threatening to consume us both.

"I'm going to cum," Milo breathes against my tits, burying his face between them as his thrusts get more sporadic, even more desperate. "Fuck, baby, I'm going to cum."

Milo calling me 'baby' sends a shockwave of pleasure I don't expect, and I push my fingers against my clit more desperately, nearly rubbing it raw as I bounce on his thick shaft. "Me, too," I say suddenly, my voice high and whiny as every thrust brings me closer to the edge.

His body stiffens suddenly, an animalistic moan tearing from his lips as he spills into his condom, still fucking me sensless. I feel my orgasm seconds later, his cock and the movement of my fingers simply too much to handle. I cum all over his dick, crying out his name wildly, the sound echoing in the charged air between us.

After a moment, I collapse against him, our skin sticking together from how sweaty we both are. I roll off of him, allowing him to discard the filled condom in the trash next to the bed. He slumps back on the bed when he's done, his chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath.

I plop myself down in his arms, and he instinctively draws me closer, placing a hard kiss against my head. "Wow," he mumbles into my hair, his thumb working small circles into my shoulder, the gentle caress grounding us in the aftermath of our shared ecstasy.

The liquor mixed with the gentle pulse of the party raging below is enough to lull me, sleep clawing desperately at me. Milo kisses my hair again, holding me tighter. "I'm not going anywhere," he whispers, pulling the comforter up so we're nice and cozy. "Get some rest."

I can't fight it much longer, the final nail in the coffin being the metronome tick of Milo's heart, a comforting reminder he's here. Happy fucking birthday to me.