RP: Hump Day Who: Eliza & Milo What: He's invited over for some hump day shenanigans. When: 6 April 2028 [slightly backdated] Where: Milo's house Warnings: NSFW Completion Status: Complete/faded
Eliza considered Milo Wood’s offer while pacing in her bedroom at her mum’s house. She knew him, sort of, she’d met him at Carnival a few times, and they’d even hooked up a couple of times. He was hot and cocky in just the right way that made him even hotter. She had nothing better to do, and nowhere to be until nine in the morning, so... Why not?
He’d only even seen her in her club scene looks, so she kept it more casual as she changed from her more stuffy store clothes, and then used the floo call he’d sent her to go to his house. It didn’t occur to her this might not be the smartest idea, because really, nearly nothing ever occurred to her in that way.
She stepped out of his fireplace, brushed ash from her sweater and then flipped her long red hair - worn down and wavy, as always - over her shoulders and called, “Wood, I’m here for my Hump Day Education,” with a little laugh to herself. Hot and willing women were the bread and butter of Milo's little black book. It could be fun when a woman needed a little persuasion, but he didn't always want to have to work that hard. Eliza was one of those women he'd met at the club that was both hot and willing, and he'd taken ample advantage of it the few times she'd come home with him. She seemed the wild sort, as if she were just waiting for the next opportunity to make her next big mistake, and there was something entertaining in that sort of woman, something that just begged to be nudged and encouraged.
Milo hadn't been home from work long enough to change, though he had hung up his suit jacket and rolled the sleeves of his mint button-up to his elbows. His beard was a bit thicker than a five o'clock shadow, though trimmed neatly, and he hadn't bothered to take his shoes off yet.
When she stepped through the floo, he was just walking down the extra wide hall toward the living room, and he smirked to himself. "Hello gorgeous," he greeted her, propping his hip against the edge of a sofa. "Did you miss me? I think you were just looking for an excuse to warm my bed again." Eliza cocked an eyebrow at him, “Considering you’re the one who commented on my random Winsta meme, I think you might have that backwards,” she sauntered toward him, dropping her bag by the floo on the floor. She came within touching distance of him and gave him a sultry pout. “Unless you’re saying you haven’t missed me at all...” Looking up at him from below her perfectly made up eyelashes, she stopped where she was and waited to hear his reply. Milo quirked a brow at that, a slow smirk spreading over his lips. And when she was close enough, he lifted a hand and tapped a finger over her pouting lips. "Missed that mouth of yours… among other things," he retorted, a deep sound vibrating low in his throat. He let his arm hook around her waist, then, pulling her in against him. "My imagination might have gone a bit wild when I came across your post. I hear midweek orgasms are fantastic for tiding one over until the weekend." She couldn’t help the grin that took over her face at his words - midweek orgasms sounded downright fantastic!
“I figure you speak from experience, as you do with just about everything,” she liked Milo, he was fun when he wanted to be, though she did notice he had an air of cockiness to him nearly every single moment she’d ever been near him. Then again, when you look like he looked, she figured an ego kind of came with the face.
She added, though, her pouty look coming back, “My mouth missed you, too, so very many parts of you...” she drifted a finger from his collarbone down the buttons of his shirt, just grazing the material, to his belt buckle, where it lingered lightly. Milo's dark eyes sparkled, his lips curving up in one corner. "It's ridiculously attractive how well you get me," he said, ducking his head to nip lightly at the corner of her jaw near her ear. He always enjoyed having a few easy women to fuck when he didn't want to bother with the more challenging conquests.
His hand trailed down from her back, cupping her arse through her jeans and squeezing hard enough to push her body firmer against his own in response to her hand so near his increasingly interested member. "You should show me just how much your mouth missed certain parts of me," he suggested, wanting very much for her to be on her knees before him with his cock in her mouth. Eliza felt free and relaxed and sighed when his mouth connected to her skin. When he pulled her closer, she mewled, like a pleased kitten who’d just been given a full bowl of milk. “I should,” the pout just barely still there on her lips, “but in order for me to do that,” she said, her hands coming up to his chest - oh, she really liked his chest - “you’re going to have to get out of this stuffiness.” She never wore officeware.
She shook her head gently. “There are certain things I’ve missed very much that it’s hiding.” She wanted to kiss him all over, making her way down to her knees, and show him exactly how much she’d missed him. She trusted him - as a man of ego, after all - that she would not be left out of the Midweek Orgasms, even if she did get him off first. Her words teased a soft chuckle from him, and he stepped back rather abruptly, his hands pulling away from her and coming up to deftly undo the buttons of his shirt. He shrugged out of it and tossed it on a nearby couch before toeing out of his shoes. His hands then made quick work of his belt. In no time, his trousers and underpants were off, and he lifted one leg at a time to tug each sock off, leaving him fully nude before her.
"No hiding now," he quipped with a smirk, stepping back up to her. One hand threaded into her hair, gripping it and giving an almost rough tug back as he dipped his head to catch those ridiculously pouty lips in a kiss. She smirked and looked his toned body up down the whole time he undressed, giving him one last, long look until suddenly his hand was in her hair and he had confidently pulled her mouth to his. Mmmm... He had been right. She needed this on a Wednesday!
She moaned quietly into his kiss, her hands naturally going to his chest to move up and down his body greedily. Her little hands settled on his hips and she stepped back from his kiss, giving him a pointed look before bending to kiss his chest and then move her lips down his body in much the same path her hands had found.
She scooched her body down as her mouth moved lower and lower, until she was looking up at him from her knees on the plush carpet, her long eyelashes fluttering coquettishly. Milo watched with dark eyes as she pulled back before kissing her way down his body. And when she finally lowered to her knees, he gave her an approving smile, his fingers stroking through her bright red locks. "Well, what are you waiting for, Little Red? Remind me just how fantastic your mouth is," he encouraged, shifting his hips so that his cock nudged against those pretty, plump lips. She practically purred at his words and his way of taking the lead, even when she was the one on her knees. Something about being slightly bossed around just did it for her, though she’d never really had anyone just full on take over, and she had wondered more than once what that would be like. Eliza was pretty sure she’d absolutely fucking love it.
She worked him with her hands and licked a long stripe up his shaft before taking the tip into her lips and sucking lightly. She looked up through her eyelashes at him as she did and one hand came to his thigh to hold herself up and close to him, the other continuing to play with him firmly.
Eliza took most of his shaft into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat delightfully before she sucked on him in earnest, taking him further down with a hum of satisfaction. As her mouth worked over him, Milo's hips shifted in small jerks, his fingers alternating between curling and relaxing in her hair. She was pretty damn good at that, and he enjoyed how she looked, staring up at him with her mouth full of his cock. Knowing that he could grab her head at any moment and fuck her mouth hard and fast, knowing that she would have to just take it, had a surge of heady power rushing through him, making his hard shaft twitch against the back of her throat.
"Mmm, yeah, you like that, don't you?" he accused approvingly as his fingers tightened in her hair, holding her head still as he jerked his hips forward, sending his cock deeper in her mouth. "You want me to fuck those pretty red lips, don't you?" Was she the kind of girl who wanted to be dominated? Who wanted to be thoroughly used? Despite the pressure on her hair and the hard feel of his cock hitting her throat like that, she didn’t waver in her work and then she hummed again - in agreement, appreciation - in response to his question. Eliza knew she was an easy lay, a fun bed buddy, a hole to fill sometimes - she liked that. She didn’t ever want to settle down like her mum had, didn’t want to end up with a kid and a business and too many responsibilities to count. She didn’t want to feel broken like her mother had at her age. And so she fucked as she wanted, and drank too much, and did silly, stupid things with her friends as if every day was her last - life was a party, as it should be. Milo just made some of those things very easy, and that was one of the reasons she liked him - he didn’t judge, they could use each other as they needed when they ran into each other (not often, but enough for it to be fun) and then that was that. No strings. No complications. No obligations. Perfect.
And that feeling hummed through her veins now as he spoke to her like that - would he give her more of that? Should she tell him somehow? Her hand on his thigh tightened with a new, surprise desire as she hummed around his cock, sucking hard as he bucked, trying to tell him without words that she liked what he was saying. Quite a lot. All signs pointed to yes, and who was he to deny such a pretty slut? His other hand came up to curl his fingers in her hair, tightening and holding her head as he gave her what they both wanted. His hips jerked forward and back, a little slower than he wanted at first before speeding up. The last thing he wanted was for her to actually gag on his cock, but fuck if he didn't love the feeling of control this gave him.
"Oh yeah, you definitely like that. I bet your pussy's dripping already, thinking how good it will feel when my cock's filling you up there." His balls slapped against her chin as he continued fucking her mouth while he spoke the dirty images that filled his head. "I'll fuck you from behind. Pull your hair, slap your arse. If you beg real nice, maybe I'll even fuck your arse. Would you like that, Eliza?" He'd even give her the courtesy of lubing her up first. Though he supposed if she were truly uninterested, he'd settle for just her pussy, but damn if the thought wasn't in his head now. Eliza’s eyes rolled a little bit in pleasure when he grabbed her hair like that. Fuck yeah, okay who would have known she’d love this so much? He seemed to like her reactions because he took more control and she relaxed her throat and her jaw to allow him to just fuck into her mouth like he was.
He was right, too, the control he was exerting had her dripping for him, her mind going a mile a minute wondering what he might do next, when he was done with her mouth. He was so much dirtier than she’d known him to be before, and it was delicious. She moaned around him, couldn’t help herself, when he asked if she’d like that. Wasn’t really something she’d thought of in depth - she’d tried it, never too successfully, with fuck buddies in the past - but she thought with him it might work just fine. He did always seem to know exactly what he was doing, anyway, and Eliza felt this was just the same - he would know what to do. And it would be a smashing (ha ha ha - she laughed mentally at her pun) success.