42. Baby, The Wheel Is Yours
Baby, The Wheel Is Yours
Bree
G ood lord, this man.
I walk, some extra swing in my hips, as naked as the day I was born, up to the bedroom, my body buzzing with anticipation. Arlo has effortless sex appeal. It oozes out of him. I find him sexy when he’s training Beans, cooking, reading, even fucking sleeping, but when he’s like this, when he turns it on, it’s like a curtain lifts, and he’s almost too much. It’s almost unbearable, but I know giving in to him will always be the greatest experience.
He reads me. He knows my body and what I need better than I do. Giving up control isn’t easy for me, but I trust him to handle me with care and expertise like I’ve never known.
As I reach the bedroom, I turn on the lamps. He’s not right behind me, and I know he stopped to make sure everything was locked up. As I turn to wait for him, the door opens, and he steps inside.
‘Lights on, pix?’ he smirks, ‘you want to see everything.’
It’s not a question. He knows I like to see him as much as he likes to see me. Over the past week, we’ve had sex day and night, lights on and off, and it has all been amazing. Making love in the dark and quiet of the middle of the night, lazily fucking in the morning, hard and fast banging with me bent over the dining table as our lunch cooks on the stove, all of it mind-blowing and incredible, but when he’s like this, cool, calm and ready to melt me into a puddle of desire and pure unadulterated pleasure, I want to be able to see the look on his face. I want to watch my fingers push into the blond hair covering his chest. I want to see the blush of red bloom across our skin.
‘I still can’t believe I’m the lucky bastard who gets to see you this way,’ he says, his voice low as he approaches me like a predator stalking its prey. My body trembles, and I swallow hard as the excitement and arousal are almost too much to bear.
My attention drops to his crotch, the hardening bulge behind his zipper, and I wet my lips with my tongue without really meaning to. Arlo chuckles, slowly, deeply and my eyes lift to meet his.
‘Now that your lips are all wet,’ he closes the remaining distance and reaches up to grip my chin, tipping my head back and running the pad of his thumb across my bottom lip, ‘it’d be a shame not to put them to good use.’ Yes, God, yes, please. Arlo smirks, then pulls off his shirt, dropping it to the floor, then reaches out for a pillow from the bed and drops it between us. ‘Kneel, Bree.’
I do without hesitation, dropping to my knees on the pillow. The height difference between us has made us laugh this past week as we’ve had to work to figure things out, but at this moment, neither of us is laughing. I tip my head back to gaze up at him from my position on the floor and watch as his chest rises and falls with the intensity of his breath. He’s a god, a mountain of a man, and he’s all mine.
Arlo reaches forward, gathering up my hair in his fist and tugging my head back, making me gasp as he grips my chin with his free hand.
‘I like how you look when you’re on your knees, pix.’ He growls, and it hits the spot. Wetness floods between my legs, and I sigh at his words. ‘Take my dick out.’
Eagerly, as he releases me from his hold, I reach up to do as I’m told, opening and tugging his jeans down a bit to pull out his cock and marveling once more at the size. It’s proportionate — I tell myself — Arlo is a big guy, he has length and thickness that require more than a little preparation for me but he was made for me, and I was made for him. We fit together like a two-piece puzzle in the bedroom and out of it.
‘You’re beautiful,’ I moan as I hold him in my hands, tracing the veins and soft skin under my fingertips. Arlo’s fingers thread into my hair as I dab my finger into the precum gathered at the tip and spread it across the tight, swollen head, making him hiss as he sucks in a sharp breath.
‘Open your mouth, Bree,’ he orders, and I comply, sticking out my tongue eagerly. ‘Fuck, look at you, my perfect little pixie.’
Inching forward, Arlo pushes the head of his cock over my waiting tongue and into my open mouth. I have to open more, stretching my lips around the thickness of his shaft, but he doesn’t wait, and I don’t want him to. My tongue flicks and circles the head, wetting my lips and allowing him to push farther into my mouth. I grip his base with my hand, knowing from experience that I can’t take him all in my mouth, also knowing from experience that regardless, I give damn good head.
‘That’s it, sugar.’ Gripping my hair, he starts to thrust into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat and making me gag, but I don’t let that stop me and nor does he. I lift my chin and open myself up to him as my hand and mouth make him sigh and moan. ‘ Fuck , Bree, you’re perfect.’
I want him to come. I need him to. I need to know that I got him there, and he knows that’s what I want. That’s why he pulls out of my mouth before that can happen. With a chuckle at my groan of disappointment, Arlo holds out his hand for mine and helps me up to standing, then reaches his free hand between my thighs and runs his fingers through the wetness there. I moan, my knees weakening slightly as he grazes my clit then slides a finger into me.
‘You’re not calling the shots tonight, sugar.’ He thrusts his finger into me slowly as he uses a hand on my back to hold my body against his. ‘I know what you need, Bree.’ He inserts a second finger, and I whine at the sensation. ‘Lay on the bed, spread those legs nice and wide for me.’
He pulls out his fingers, and my body sags. With another deep chuckle, Arlo turns me toward the bed and slaps my ass hard. With a surprised yelp, I stumble forward but turn my head to meet his amused look with a glare.
‘Don’t look at me that way, pix, or my plans will change from worshiping your body to spanking the shit out of you.’
My smirk draws a dark laugh from him. ‘Brat.’ He grins darkly as he steps toward me, and I climb onto the bed. ‘Stop,’ he says firmly, and I freeze on my hands and knees at the edge of the bed, my exposed ass and pussy on full display. ‘Stay right fucking there, pix.’
The edge to his words has me shivering, but his rough hands stroking then gripping my ass cheeks have me burning up.
‘Mine,’ he growls before leaning down to run his tongue down the crack of my ass. I whimper at the sensation, and he runs it back up. ‘Put your head on the mattress, keep this ass up nice and high.’
He doesn’t need to tell me twice, and I drop, my hard nipples rubbing against the bed as I stretch out my arms above my head.
‘Mmm,’ he moans. ‘I could just look at you like this all night.’ His large hand rubs roughly up the length of my spine and back down. I inhale deeply and try to steady my breath but I’m getting impatient. I need him.
‘Got something to say, short stuff?’ he asks, and I know what he’ll do if I ask him to touch me. He’ll stop. I relinquished control to him tonight. I just need to remember that.
‘No,’ I say, my voice muffled against the mattress.
‘Good.’ Without warning, he pushes two fingers back into me, and I cry out at the sudden invasion until he crooks them and finds that special spot inside me that has me seeing stars. ‘Then come for me, Breanne. Let me hear you.’
Arlo’s thumb covers my clit, applying pressure the way he knows I like and rubbing circles as his fingers work me from the inside. He’s not touching me anywhere else. Two fingers and a thumb, that’s all he’s using, and I’m coming apart, moaning like a porn star under his touch.
‘Arlo, fuck , oh my fuck… Please, please .’ I don’t know what I’m pleading for, but the words pour out of me, and he doesn’t stop. He plays me like an instrument and makes my body fucking sing.
‘That’s it, Bree,’ he encourages. ‘Breathe, honey, let it take you.’
And I do, and fuck, does it take me.
‘You still with me?’ Arlo’s low but clearly amused voice has me wondering if I passed out. I certainly have no idea how long I’ve been laying with my face pressed to the mattress, but my body is still tingling all over, and I notice his fingers are still—slowly now—pushing in and out of me. ‘Should we go to sleep?’
‘No,’ I respond quickly but quietly, and he chuckles.
‘That’s my girl. I know you need more.’
‘Please, Arlo.’
‘I got you, pix.’ I feel his large hands on my waist, and before I can react, he lifts me, flipping me over on the mattress and leaning over me. ‘Tell me if it’s too much.’ His words are as sincere as the look in his eyes, and I nod.
‘I will.’
Arlo lifts my legs, my ankles coming to his shoulders as he stands by the side of the bed, and he pulls a pillow under my ass to raise me up off the bed. Now I understand what he meant by too much. He’s going to feel deeper like this. I’m going to feel all of him, and that’s a lot.
Arlo reaches down to grip his cock and runs the head through my wetness, the sensitivity has died down, replaced by more need, and I shiver at the feel of the thick head massaging my clit as it passes. He laughs, deep and slow.
‘You like that, pix?’ I nod yes, and he does it again. ‘Maybe I’ll make you come just like this, teasing you until you fall apart for me again.’ I mean, that does sound kind of nice. ‘Nah, maybe later, right now I need to fuck you. I want to feel you coming on my dick while I fill you up.’
Oh, lord, this man.
His arm wraps around my thighs, holding them to his chest as he uses his other hand to guide his cock into me. I gasp, it’s a tight fit like this, and he feels huge. My thighs are pressed together as his thumb and fingers move to hold me open now while he pushes his way into me, then pulls back out. He pushes in again, just as slowly, and I moan, my eyelids closing, and he pulls back out, then I feel his hands wrap around my ankles, gripping tightly before he opens his arms out to the sides, each taking one of my legs in the opposite direction.
I lift my head to look up at him, and he smirks. My legs are straight up and spread wide, really fucking wide, since my giant of a man decided to hold me open the entire width of his wingspan as he fucks me agonizingly slowly.
‘Too much?’ he asks, raising one eyebrow, and I shake my head, no, so he grins as he pulls out, then thrusts into me with more force, and I cry out. ‘Too much?’ he grunts as he checks again.
‘No. More. Please .’
He drives into me harder, picking up his pace a bit but using his energy to go deeper, harder, rather than faster, and it’s torture as I moan and squirm. I want to do what I always do—take control. I want to wrap my legs around him and pull him closer. I want to roll my hips and set the pace myself. I want to reach down to rub my clit, play with his balls, and squeeze his cock inside me so he’ll pick it up, but that’s the point, isn’t it?
This isn’t about what I want. This is what I need. I need to be fucked slow and deep by a man who can read my body like it’s his favorite book. I need to lay back and feel what he makes me feel instead of trying to take charge. I can take what he gives me because he’s what I was always looking for.
‘Baby,’ I moan, reaching out, wanting to touch him, but he’s out of reach.
‘You want to touch me, pix?’ he asks, his voice gravelly as he continues to fuck me slowly and why are my feet burning? Oh my god, I’m going to come, but it’s different. My orgasm is building in a way I’ve never known it to. Slowly, but it feels too big. It feels like I won’t be able to cope with it as my breath comes in pants.
‘Stretch your arms up over your head and breathe, pix, nice and steady. Don’t let it rush you.’
I do what he says, and instead of it hitting me in a rush, my climax washes over me gently, like waves lapping the shore. My body trembles as I breathe, slow and steady. Tears wash over my eyes, my toes curl, my fingers stretch out and grasp at the air, and my moans are deep and long, and Arlo doesn’t stop, doesn’t change a thing as he holds my legs out straight and fucks me slowly, dragging his cock back and forth over my G spot, and I release a sob at the strength of the pleasure wracking my body. I’ve never felt like this.
‘You’re beautiful like this, Bree.’
I exhale in deep pants that shake out of me, and it feels like the ecstasy of this moment is never going to end. I feel high. My body is vibrating. It feels like there are sparks of electricity running through my blood, and my emotions become overwhelming. I want to laugh, cry, hold him, kiss him.
Sensing my need for more connection, Arlo bends my knees and pushes my legs back toward my chest as he leans forward, bending over me, and his hand comes to the back of my neck, lifting me and bringing my mouth to his.
The change of position brings a pleasurable stretch to the muscles in my legs that feels as sexual in this moment as the orgasm that’s only just subsiding.
‘You’re incredible.’ My words come on an exhale against his lips, and he pulls back, his hands on either side of my head on the mattress now.
‘You’re fucking perfect,’ he responds but doesn’t give me time to react as he pulls back and slams into me hard and so, so deep. I call out in surprise and meet his gaze, and he grins—the naughtiest grin, then does it again. ‘It’s what you need, Bree,’ he says confidently, so I laugh, shaking my head and running my hands up over his strong arms and relaxing back against the bed.
‘Then give it to me.’
And he gives me everything. Arlo drives into me harder, faster until I’m calling out, and he’s moaning dirty words. I grip my fingers into his muscular forearms and squeeze as my head thrashes against the mattress. He brings his thumb to my clit, pressing it there, giving me what he knows I like as he fucks me into oblivion, and we fall together, coming hard at the same time, the cries and moans filling the air around us before my body becomes limp, spent. My chest is rising and falling as I catch my breath, and Arlo hangs his head as he gathers himself.
‘See what happens when you let go,’ he says after a while, and I laugh, reaching out for him to come to me. He does, climbing up onto the bed and lowering his body over mine. He’s still inside me, and I never want him to leave, honestly.
‘Baby, the wheel is yours,’ I kiss him once, and he smiles, ‘you are a way better driver than me. I’m more than happy to be a passenger from here on out.’
Grinning, he lowers to kiss me, deeper now before lifting up.
‘You can still drive sometimes, pix.’ With a wink, he pulls back, then out of my body, and I whine at the loss, making him huff out a laugh. He looks down where we were joined and licks his lips. ‘I know it makes me fuckin’ caveman, but I love seeing my cum dripping out of you.’
Reaching out, he shocks me by gathering up what he can of our combined release on his fingers and pushing it back inside me.
‘I’ve marked you, Bree. You’re mine now,’ he says, his tone way more serious than his words should have dictated, and I nod, yes, as I gaze up at him.
‘Baby, I always was.’