Coyotes and Wolves, Milo Manheim Original Story

Take Control

Estella looked around his bedroom, taking in the things he had hanging on the walls. Sports memorabilia, maps with red pins stuck in them in seemingly random places, and some band posters. His walls were white and his comforter was dark navy blue on his twin bed. The carpet was a beige color and he had a desk with a laptop, a stack of papers and books, and a dusty dresser with clothes falling out of various drawers. There were beige curtains on the windows. It looked like a typical guy's room.

"Hey." He uttered quietly, when he'd reentered the room, with drinks in hand.

"Hey." She returned with a smile, accepting the soda.

"I was looking at your maps." She voiced.

"Oh, yeah. Just places I wanna check out, I guess." He explained, in a timid voice.

"Milo?" Estella groaned, with an awkward laugh.

"What?" He demanded, in confusion.

"You're so...quiet. Like shy, almost. It's weird." She chuckled.

"I know. I know. I'm trying to get out of my head about being here. It's just, strange." He explained.

"But, it's me and you, right? And nothing else matters." She reminded him, with a sweet smirk, as she sauntered towards him.

Milo nodded, looking into her eyes, still with a hint of nervousness. She closed the gap between them and softly peppered his lips with gentle caresses, and sweet kisses. He felt her tongue glide against his own, and was instantly calmed as he took her into his arms.

"How's that, Papi?" She whispered between kisses.

"It's...helping." He breathed back. "But you know what I think would really help?" He continued, pulling the bottom of her dress upwards slowly, as if asking for permission.

"Oh, yeah? You think so?" She chuckled back, through rough breaths and kisses.

"I do, baby. I really do." Sighed Milo lustfully, as he took her dress up and over her head.

She stood clad in a lacey, lavender, strapless bra, and panty set. She somehow looked even more beautiful out of the dress, he thought sinfully.

POV: Milo

"You still seemed stressed." Estella expressed, with a small pout on her lips.

That was so freaking adorable.

She started to pull off my shirt, and I let her, and discarded it on the floor. Next my belt had to go. She went down to her knees, which made my mind go to all sorts of dark and deviant places. She looked up at me with a smirk and unbuttoned my pants, pulling them down. I pulled off my socks for her and threw them aside.

I moved to unhook her bra, when she stopped me.

"No." Estella whispered, close to my face.

My brows met in confusion and I returned my hands to my sides.

"Lay down on your stomach, Papi." She instructed.

"But, I wanted to..." I began to protest.

What crazy little plan did she have in her head?

"That's the thing, Milo. You're always in control." Estella explained.

"I like it that way, Princess." I growled and stared her down, putting my hands on my hips.

"No, the Big Bad Wolf needs to relax too, sometimes." She stated determinedly, pushing me back gently.

"Now, go on." She pressed, gesturing towards my bed.