Arlo #6
She opened her mouth, but I turned, easing my grip on Ward’s arm.
In a flash, he shifted his arm to take my hand.
Delaying long enough to grab his martini glass, his eyes alight, he allowed me to walk out of the room with him in tow.
When we reached the hallway, he took the lead, guiding me through to the back.
“Ward?” I asked as we stepped out onto the back veranda. I blinked at the strong smell of the sea that hadn’t been as present at the front of the house when we arrived.
He never looked back as he gestured for me to follow him, and I did, following a paved path at the bottom of the stairs.
Off to the right, I could see a building, its roof glimmering from the moonlight and stars overhead.
It was in the opposite direction that Ward guided me, humming a tune I thought I recognized, but the tune kept getting lost in the wind as it swirled around us.
The path eventually went from stone paving to an indent in the grass, or rather, the scraggly greenery that was the only thing that grew on the cliffs.
As soon as we were within a few yards of the edge, the sound of the ocean became clearer.
The roar became louder as he stepped near the edge, and I felt a wild urge to snatch him back before he tipped forward out of sight.
There was no need, though; his steps came to an abrupt stop a few inches from the edge, and he neither slipped, stumbled, nor teetered as he stood looking out over the ocean.
I followed his gaze, seeing the waves flash into existence as they curled on themselves, the white tips catching the moonlight as they neared the shore.
Ward held his glass out, swirling it and downing its contents.
“Beautiful,” he said, flicking his wrist and sending the glass tumbling end over end down the cliff.
I could picture the expensive glass spinning weightlessly as gravity pulled it down, and I could almost hear the delicate tinkle of glass as it shattered below before being gobbled up by the sea.
It was too nosy for that, of course, but the image was so strong I briefly wondered if psychosis was genetic.
“Are you okay?” I asked softly, brutally aware that I had butted heads with his mother after he had tried to calm an ugly situation down.
I jerked when he whirled around to slap his hands on my shoulders and grip me fiercely, his eyes sparkling. “Are you kidding me right now? I’m about as close to euphoric as I’ve ever been, and from the man who’s taken just about every drug on the planet that’s supposed to offer that experience.”
“Um,” I began, unsure where to go with his lead. “Okay?”
He chuckled. “Never have I seen someone take my mother to task like you did. I’ve seen people rage, I’ve seen people snipe, and I’ve seen people bitch and moan at her.
But you dressed her down and left her to get dressed on her own.
May I never be so stupid as to say you do not know how to make a stand or that there are not limits to your patience and understanding.
I really shouldn’t be surprised that it was my mother of all people, but there it is, your limit. ”
“Limits.”
“What?”
“Limits,” I repeated. “I tired quickly of her treating my family like it was some knock-off freakshow for her to gape at and feel superior to, and I was also tired of the way she tried to treat you like an errant child. I meant everything I said.”
He turned, yanking me toward him and kissing me harder than I’d ever been kissed by anyone, even him.
His fingers dug into my shoulder, not to the point of pain, but there was a desperation in them, as if he were afraid to let me go.
It was possessive and demanding, but I felt nothing but warmth and security from him.
He was asking to possess me and giving permission to be possessed; all I needed to do was accept.
“Ward,” I breathed out harshly as I felt my stomach twist and turn, both pleasantly and uncomfortably, as I was overwhelmed by the emotions flooding through me. “What are you—”
“Come on,” he hissed as he pulled me along, never letting go and stopping on occasion to awkwardly kiss me as he stumbled and stepped backward, leading me to wherever he had in mind. “That was the most beautiful thing I’ve seen in my entire life.”
“Oh, really?” I asked, touched and amused by his excitement as he led me to a stone bench a few yards from the cliff’s edge. I could imagine sitting there as the sun set, a thick row of trees behind the bench to block anyone else, and the spread of the sea and horizon, bathed in waning fire.
“Really,” he said, directing me to the bench and sitting me down. “Well, actually, second most beautiful thing I’ve seen. That was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard, finally beating the time I met Maria Brink after a performance.”
“The...metal singer?” I wondered, feeling like I was losing the thread of the conversation.
“Mhm,” he said, and my eyes widened as he turned me so I was forced to lie on my back as he straddled my thighs.
“The most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen are those few times I’ve woken up before you.
And there you are, peaceful, deliciously and erotically naked, and completely asleep as you bury your face in the pillow to avoid the sunlight.
..and I suppose I should throw in when you’ve been well fucked or fucked me well, also gorgeous. ”
His eyes were burning with an intensity I recognized. “Are you trying to seduce me?”
“I hope it’s working, because I have never been more turned on in my life,” he said, and I watched as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a long, thin package. I caught the brand name and felt my heart speed up even more.
“Here?” I asked, my eyes going wide.
“You’re goddamn right,” he said in a low voice that brooked no opposition. Not that it was necessary, arguing was not at the forefront of my mind.
Mostly because I was watching him undo his pants quickly, leaning over and holding himself up as he jerked one leg off over his shoe.
That was when I realized the devious, not-so-little man had decided to wear one of his nice suits without a stitch of underwear.
His ass was bare, and his cock was hard, jutting out in front of him as he bent over to deal with my pants as well.
“Careful,” I grumbled when his nail nicked my hip as he tried to get into my underwear. “Sloppy.”
“Shush,” he snorted as I reached down to help him. In truth, his eagerness was endearing even if it was making him sloppy. No, it was because he was so hurried and sloppy that I could feel a fierce fondness welling inside me.
I had been so distracted by what he was doing and how he was acting that I hadn’t realized how hard I was until I reached into my underwear to free myself. Ward wasted no time taking me into his hand, sliding his butt further down my legs so he could lean forward and take me into his mouth.
All the way, instantly.
I wasn’t ready, and I gasped louder than I meant, considering we were outside, on his parents’ estate, where anyone could walk up.
All of that was forgotten as I felt the tip of my dick slide into the warm, wet grip of his throat.
I bucked up into his mouth, crushing my hips against his nose as my hands tightened in his hair.
A shaking gasp left me as he pulled back, only to take me down to the root again, squeezing his throat muscles around me and leaving me unable to do anything more than give ragged gasps.
A surplus of enthusiasm was not going to get in the way of him doing this the right way by his standards, and I didn’t possess the brain power to protest.
“Oh God, Ward,” I breathed out fiercely as the wet noises pierced through the sound of the wind. It was sloppy, it was eager, and it was going to drive me insane as he bobbed and sucked, making sure every part of his mouth and throat worked in tandem to make me steadily lose my mind.
I writhed on the bench until he pulled off, and I groaned in protest. He thrust forward so his ass came down to hold my cock against my stomach, leaning forward to kiss me with a shuddering breath.
My head spun, and I didn’t know if I should at least try to think clearly and look out for someone approaching from the path or just give in to what was happening.
He opened the package, and my eyes locked onto the cool liquid.
He oozed it onto his hand before reaching around to grab hold of me.
I hissed slightly as the cold lube touched my heated cock, but it was a small price to pay for what was about to happen.
I no longer cared if someone walked up and saw us; all that mattered was that this wonderful, complicated, sometimes difficult man was naked from the waist down and wanted me inside him as soon as possible.
“I’d love to make this long and sweet, but we don’t have the couple of hours I want to take,” he said as he gripped the base of my cock and adjusted his body so he was hovering over my groin. “But when we get back to my room, I’m going to see how long we can last before we lose our minds.”
“I’m going to hold you to that,” I promised as he eased back, and I felt the warmth of his hole press against the hypersensitive head of my dick.
“Let me just…” His hips jerked, and I grunted as the tip of my dick went from feeling the chill of the evening ocean wind to suddenly being wrapped in the hottest grip possible.
His eyes closed, and I saw his jaw clench, but he let out a breath and gave me a beautiful smile, “get that part over with real quick so we can get to the good part.”
“We could have waited until we had more time to prep you,” I said with a frown, even as the rest of my brain told me to shut the hell up and let him do this.
“Maybe you, with your deep well of patience, could have waited, but not me,” he said as he eased himself down onto me.