Arlo #7
His breath sucked in sharply when I finally wrapped my lips around the head of his cock, and I gave a soft groan as I tasted him.
His hand rested at the nape of my neck, massaging it as I sank further, taking him up to my throat and stopping.
There wasn’t a lot of room for me to move, and the position wasn’t the best for trying to get him any deeper.
Ward apparently understood and sank further, practically lying in the seat, his knees pushing into the seat in front of him.
As much as I wanted to take my time, I knew eventually Will would get curious. And as much as I’d been tempted by the idea of dragging him into whatever Ward and I were doing, I didn’t feel like sharing.
What I wanted was what I was going to get, the feel of Ward in my mouth and sliding down into my throat now I had a better angle.
His groan was deep, and I could feel it rumble through his stomach as I reached down to cup his balls and play with them gently while I slid back and forth on his cock.
With a grunt, he hiked up his shirt, and I was grateful that I got the soft feel of his warm skin.
“God yes,” he breathed, stroking my hair. “I don’t know what I did to deserve this, but remind me to do it again.”
I fought to keep my pace up, knowing that was key to getting him off.
It was easier said than done when the SUV kept shifting us around, making it hard for me to focus.
I was determined, however, and I kept at it, stroking his balls and taint.
An idea blossomed. We might not have the lube necessary for anything more right now, but I certainly had enough lube for something.
“Oof, fuck,” he grunted as my saliva-soaked finger found its way to his hole and slipped inside. “Uh—”
He was probably still tender from last night, but apparently, one finger was not offensive to his sensitive nerve endings.
Actually, I could feel him growing harder in my mouth.
That last little bit would probably be painful if it weren’t for the fact that I kept burying it in my throat as far as I dared.
Now I could work mouth and finger together, driving him closer to the edge as Will idly drove us around, awaiting orders.
Ward’s breath sucked in, and I felt him twitch, his fingers closed tightly into my hair, and he groaned harshly.
The first spurt of cum hit the back of my throat as his hips gave an instinctual twitch.
The next coated my tongue, and I groaned as I tasted him, feeling him throb in my mouth as his body quivered and he poured down my throat.
I held him there as his dick gave its last few twitches before dying down, and I slid back to let him free from my mouth.
“Jesus,” he groaned, grabbing my face and kissing me fiercely again. “And now I get to add tasting myself on your tongue to my list of things that turn me on about you.”
“I hope that’s a long list,” I said, shifting myself in my pants so it wasn’t quite as painful.
“Here,” he said, reaching for me.
“It will wait,” I said with a chuckle. “You looked like you were in sore need of a little relief, was all.”
“I was, remind me to keep you around the next time I’m dealing with a lot of stress,” he said with a chuckle, squeezing my thigh. “You sure?”
“I’m sure,” I said.
“Aww,” Will said. “And here I was hoping to get a two-for-one show.”
“You son of a bitch,” Ward barked up at him. “You’re supposed to be minding your own business.”
“If you’re going to give me a free show, I’m going to pay attention,” Will said, winking at us in the mirror. “All I’m doing is driving around and waiting to find out where we’re going.”
“That is the million-dollar question,” Ward muttered.
I thought about it, mostly because I wasn’t sure how I felt about not being as subtle as I’d hoped.
I had to give it to Will; he had done a good job pretending to mind his own business.
At least he’d waited until it was done and hadn’t offered to join us; clearly, he could read the ‘room’ and realized I wasn’t trying to do anything with anyone but Ward.
Ah, wait, there was something else I could offer other than backseat road head.
“You could...stay at my family’s hotel,” I said. “They have a couple of private penthouse floors. And since it’s my family, they could ensure you’re not bothered if I asked them.”
“Now, why would you do that?”
“Because I want to.”
He snorted. “Now there’s a straightforward if not necessarily informative answer.”
It wasn’t the time or place for me to admit I was starting to picture him in my life more and more clearly with every passing day.
Or that I was beginning to fear that I might not have a place in his, and while in any other circumstance, I wouldn’t want a place in a life like his, I might be willing to make an exception if it was his.
“Fine, but I’ll need a room for Will as well,” Ward said. “Preferably dank and cold, do you have a boiler room?”
“Blow it out your ass, Reddington,” Will called companionably from the front.
“I prefer things blown up it actually,” Ward said, taking my hand and looking at me. “I guess I get to meet the family then, huh?”
Oh.
Shit.