Arlo #7
No matter how patient he thought I was, it took a great deal to lie on that cold slab of rock that made up the bench.
The feel of him was tight and warm, enticing me to move, to do something as he eased himself down.
The raw, instinctual animal inside me wanted to push up into him, to grip his hips and bury myself in one swift push, not caring about anything but the pleasure I was feeling, a pleasure that wasn’t nearly as great as it would be if I could just be completely inside him right now.
I didn’t do that, though; I didn’t want to hurt him.
I wanted us to enjoy what was happening, even if it was the wrong time and place.
Ward had affected me from the start; he always found a way, without trying, to make me forget caution and reason, to forget what was right and what should be held off.
All I could think about was the intensity of his eyes as he stared down into my face, pushing me into him, while his body slid down until finally there was the pressure of his ass on my hips.
“I’m probably going to feel that later,” he chuckled in a thin voice while I felt myself throbbing inside him.
“You can take it out on my ass later,” I promised as I tried to keep myself in check.
It had been ages since I’d felt so enamored, so wrapped up in someone when it came to sex.
I had come to believe my time for that extreme emotion was gone.
Except, Ward was making me lose all sense of reason and propriety, all because he wanted to fuck on a bench on his parents’ property.
I was so wrapped up in his lust for me, his need for it, that I couldn’t find it in myself not to be a willing passenger, a gleeful target for his desire.
“Do you remember?” he said as I felt him loosening up, which made it all the harder to lie there and feel him wrapped around me.
“Remember what?” I asked through clenched teeth.
He leaned forward, his eyes close to mine, and our lips brushing. “When I said I wanted to ride you till you see stars?”
My stomach twisted pleasantly. “I do recall that, yes.”
“Well, how about I ride you under the stars instead?”
“God, yes.”
I reached up as I felt him move, my hands clasping his thighs so I wasn’t tempted to grab his hips and take over.
As quick as he had been to get me inside him, he was much more measured and careful as he picked himself up and then froze when we realized I had just slipped out.
With a huff, he reached behind and took hold of me before sliding down again.
I swore softly as I felt myself enter him again, but this time the complete slide into his body was all the way down the base.
My body screamed for more as my fingers twitched against his thighs, trying not to dig in so tightly that I left marks.
Instead, I let him rock back and forth, only going halfway before he slid back down, but gradually picking up the pace.
It was exactly what I’d hoped for, and I groaned as I felt him flex around me when he reached the head and slid back down.
The sensation was like opening him up again, but this time with more speed, and I groaned, wrapping my hands around the back of his thighs to feel the muscles as he worked up a steady rhythm.
God, I wanted it to last forever, and I wanted it to end now with a crash of ecstasy and me coming deep inside him.
I had already let go of the unease at how easily I had gone bareback with him in the beginning and had quickly changed to savoring it.
Nothing could compare to the feeling of nothing between our bodies, just the feel of me deep inside him, or him inside me.
I’d mentioned to him a week ago that the only downside to going bareback was that it was annoying to clear myself out afterward.
It really wouldn’t be a good look if I leaked his morning orgasm while dealing with people at work.
He told me that no matter what he was doing, he never cleaned himself out afterward.
Apparently, he liked the feeling, knowing it was mine, and he tried to carry it with him for as long as possible, even knowing it wouldn’t be long until I added another load.
I had never given much thought to it before, but the way he said it, and the very idea that it was mine he was holding onto for the...sentimentality of it was enough to make me tackle him on the spot and start stripping him down.
“Are you going to keep this load too?” I asked as my body twitched, my hips unable to stop jerking slightly every time he slid down on me. I might not be seeing the stars he’d promised me, but it was damned close.
“You want me to keep your load inside me while we’re sitting at the table with our parents?” he asked with glee.
“Absolutely,” I admitted, looking down to see his cock bobbing with every motion of his legs as he kept up the pace. The head was covered, shining from the excitement, and I couldn’t help but reach out and take it in my hand, feeling the way it pulsed with the beat of his heart.
“Done,” he said in a weak voice, and I could feel his legs shake from the effort.
I might have taken pity on him to prevent him from having aching legs later, as well as an aching ass, but he was so close to completing his intended goal. There were no stars yet, but the pressure building inside me promised that I might just see them.
“There you go,” he said in a low, encouraging voice. “Come on, come for me. Come on.”
It wasn’t as if I needed his encouragement, but it certainly didn’t hurt.
As a matter of fact, it took me from inching across the bridge and shot me right over with a cry of pleasure.
Instinct took over and abolished my inhibitions.
I took hold of his hips and thrust into him, holding him against my body as I felt myself come with more force than I remembered.
My vision went dark as I cried out again, using his name like a prayer and a curse as I coated his insides. My body shook as pleasure crashed through me harder than the waves on the rocks below. When it was done, I was left panting, tired, and absolutely not done with him.
Using what strength I had left, I pushed up and scooted back, accidentally yanking myself free and earning a hiss of discomfort from Ward.
Deciding to apologize later, I bent down and took him in my mouth.
If I had any concern that I didn’t have the skill and enthusiasm he had shown me minutes before, it was washed away as his hand slapped onto my shoulder and gripped hard enough that if I weren’t so preoccupied, I might have cried out in pain.
Instead, it was he who cried out as his cock twitched in my mouth, and I felt the first warm spurt.
With a low groan, I sucked him into my throat, tasting him was enough, and I let him feel the squeeze of my throat as he came.
His hand never left my shoulder, but between his grip easing and the way his dick stopped twitching, I knew he was at the point that I needed to stop unless I wanted to torture his oversensitive dick.
“Turns out,” he said after I sat up, trying to catch my breath. “It was me who was going to see stars. Who would have thought?”
I laughed. “Well, you won’t hear me complain. It’s more fun to know that you were the one who lost their mind this time.”
He snorted. “I always lose my mind when it’s you and me. Sex or no sex, there’s just…something about you. I keep waiting to see if it’s going to change or disappear, and I know it hasn’t even been a month yet, but...I don’t want it to change.”
“Is this your way of trying to make things official?” I asked in amusement as I handed him his pants.
“Hmm, I suppose it is,” he said as he stood up, adjusting his clothes so they were presentable. “Mind you, I wasn’t planning on doing it with my dick out to the world, but I suppose in many ways, that’s fitting for us, isn’t it?”
“You at least,” I said with a chuckle while I stood up and did the same. “Not so much me.”
“Oh, so now we’re going to pretend like your prim and proper ass isn’t the definition of a sex fiend when we’re alone?” he scoffed, looking himself over. “How about you fix me and I fix you?”
“I do hope you mean our clothing, because I don’t think either of us has the training necessary for our other problems,” I said as I reached out and adjusted his clothes, working from bottom to top.
“You do pick the oddest moments to show your sense of humor,” he said as he did the same to my clothes.
“I have a sense of humor,” I said, looking him over and nodding once I was sure he was presentable. His hair wasn’t nearly as contained as before, but it no longer looked like someone had been pulling it while he’d been sucking them off at least. “I just have an abysmal sense of timing, is all.”
“You do,” he agreed, offering me his arm and walking me along the path back to the house. “But only because you waited this damn long to come into my life. I wonder what my life would have been like if we had met sooner.”
“If there’s one thing I’ve learned in thirty-one years of living, it’s that trying to play the ‘what if’ game is right there with the ‘should have, would have, could have’ game.
No one wins because the only prizes are misery and regret.
I would much prefer to focus on the present and look forward to the future,” I told him with a smile as we approached the veranda.
“Who the hell turned off the lights?” Ward grumbled when his misstep almost sent him sprawling, glaring at the outdoor lights.
“Perhaps your mother was hoping one of us would trip and break our necks,” I joked, although with the luck we’d been having lately, I should probably watch to make sure my joke didn’t become an ugly reality.
“Not quite her style,” he said, stopping before the double doors leading into the house. “So, is that a yes?”
“Is what a yes?”
“Do you...want to make things official? Call ourselves a couple?”
I chuckled. “You know, you don’t need to ask, but...yes. Nothing would make me happier.”
“Good,” he said, kissing me gently. “Now, how much fun will it be to take weeks to tell my mother that you and I are actually a couple? It’ll drive her crazy, first because she’ll think we’re still screwing around, and then because I took so long to tell her.”
“If I ask Mason to help you come up with ideas to mess with your mother, do you promise not to use him to get on everyone else’s nerves?”
“Mmm, I will do my absolute best, but I make no promises if he comes up with an exceptionally good idea.”
“Good enough, I suppose. I can’t expect any miracles.”
He laughed as we stepped through the doorway, and I realized the interior lights were also off.
I frowned as I stepped toward where I could see light coming from the hallway and jerked to a halt when I found someone standing there.
At first, I thought it was a staff member since it was someone I didn’t recognize.
I opened my mouth to ask a question politely, and saw the large rifle in their hands.
Behind me, Ward yelled a warning, but it was too late.
The hefty butt of the gun swung up and slammed into my face.
Blackness swirled and collected about my vision, and my legs gave out from under me.
Darkness took me as I barely registered hitting the floor, or the strangled cry of outrage from Ward behind me.
But amongst all the darkness, there were finally stars.