Chapter 36
Jasper
As soon as the words leave my mouth, Arlo’s eyes widen. I’m sure it’s out of left field for him, but it’s something I’ve been thinking about for a while. It wouldn’t be the first time, but it would be the first time in a long fucking time.
I trust him. I want him. And I want this with him. I want to feel him moving inside me. I want his cum dripping out of me. I just… want.
“You really want that?” he finally whispers, his beautiful eyes darting between mine as his pupils dilate.
“So much.”
Swallowing so hard his throat clicks, Arlo nods. “Okay. But I have one condition.”
“Anything, baby boy.” I’d give him the world on a fucking platter. I’d rip out my own heart and place it in his hands. I’d give him my very last breath.
“You have to marry me.”
I laugh. “I’ve been telling you for months that I’m going to marry you.”
He shakes his head. “No.”
Frowning, I nod. “Uh, yes, I have.”
“No, that’s not what I mean.” He groans. “You scrambled my brain. Let me rephrase. Will you marry me?”
My throat goes dry, my heart thundering in my ears. “Are you proposing to me, baby boy?”
The words are barely more than a whisper, and I can hardly hear them myself over the sounds of blood rushing through my head, but Arlo must hear them because he smiles. “That’s exactly what I’m doing. Jasper, will you please marry me?”
I gape at him, my jaw dropping. “You… I was supposed to do that. You said you wanted romance. I was planning romance.”
A mischievous smirk stretches his lips. “What is it they said in your day? You snooze, you lose?”
An incredulous laugh bursts from my chest. “Are you fucking kidding me? You completely stole my—”
“Are you gonna put me out of my misery and agree or what?” Arlo says, and this time a hint of fear flashes in his eyes.
“Yes, Arlo. I’ll marry you. God, nothing would make me happier.”
Tears well up in his eyes instantly. “Sorry for stealing your proposal. I just—” His voice breaks on the word. “I figured maybe I could chase you for once instead of making you chase me.”
I lean in, brushing my lips over his. “My sweet baby boy. God, I fucking love you.”
He hums against my lips. “I love you too. So much.”
I want to laugh and cry at the same time. I want to wrap Arlo up in my arms and keep him there forever. I want to merge our souls so we never have to be apart.
Arlo deepens our gentle kiss, and it turns more needy—our teeth clacking together and our tongues sloppy and seeking.
He moans, sinking his fingers into my hair and tugging, jerking my head back so he has access to my throat, and places open-mouthed kisses along the skin—sucking and nibbling and grazing his teeth along my pulse point.
I thrust against him, my cock rock hard and leaking. I could have him forever, and it would never be enough.
I’m so lost in him that it takes me a second to realize that he’s pushing against my shoulders. Raising myself up, I look down at him.
His eyes are half-lidded, and his lips are wet and swollen from kissing. He looks so fucking beautiful that it nearly takes my breath away. “What’s wrong, baby boy?”
“Not a single thing.” He drags his teeth over his plump bottom lip. “Roll over. I want to make love to my fiancé.”
My heart stutters. “Your fiancé.”
He huffs. “Yes. Is that not what we just agreed on?”
“It definitely is.” I roll off him and fall to my back, already missing the way he felt against me. It doesn’t last more than a second before he’s sprawled out on top of me. “Hearing you say it, though? Fuck, baby boy, you have no idea what that does to me.”
“I think I have a pretty good idea,” he whispers, lowering his face to my throat.
“And I’m gonna say it all the time.” He grinds against my hip, whimpering into my skin as he presses a kiss to my Adam’s apple.
“Every day.” My dick jerks, and I thrust up, rocking against him.
“Until the day I get to call you my husband.”
The moan that rips out of my chest surprises even me. Listening to him talk like that—with so much certainty about our future—is unreal.
“Get undressed,” he whispers, then rolls off me.
Our clothes come flying off in a flurry, and as soon as I’m naked, Arlo is spreading my legs and settling between them. I barely have time to take a breath before he’s sucking my cock to the back of his throat. He gags a little but doubles down, looking up to make eye contact with me.
“You look so beautiful, baby boy,” I rasp out, reaching down to slide my fingers into his hair. His eyes flutter for a second. “Your mouth is fucking sinful. I could spend the rest of my life buried in your sweet throat.”
He pops off my cock with a chuckle. “You’re always so vocal when I’m sucking you off. I love when you talk to me.” That makes me grin. “Hand me the lube, please.”
I fumble with the nightstand drawer, trying to open it without looking, and after I grab the lube, I toss it to him.
He pauses, the bottle clutched in his fingers. “You’ve done this before?”
I nod. “A couple of times. It’s been a long time.”
His brow furrows. “Why me?”
Reaching down, I press my thumb to his jaw and caress his skin. “I want everything with you.” His lips curve into a smile. “Have you done this before?”
He nods, his tongue coming out to swipe his lower lip.
My cock throbs at that. He’s so fucking gorgeous.
“You’re sure?” he asks softly, holding eye contact.
“Yes.” I shoot him a wink. “Do I need to beg for it like you do?”
He scoffs, but his lips turn up in a grin. “No, because I’m nice like that. What is it you tell me?” His facial expression turns serious. “You don’t have to beg, baby boy. I’ll give you what you need,” he says, trying to mimic the tone of my voice.
I can’t help but laugh. “You little shit.”
He shoots me a smile, then he pops open the cap on the lube and slicks his fingers. Without a word, I pull my leg back.
Arlo is a lot of things, but thankfully he’s not a tease, and he presses his finger against my hole and swallows my cock down in one smooth motion. I nearly choke on my breath. His finger sinks inside me, and it really has been a long damn time since I’ve done this.
“You’re tight,” Arlo says after pulling slowly off my cock. “It really has been a while, huh?”
I nearly laugh. “Yeah, I said that. I can take it, though. Don’t hold back. Prep me quick, baby boy. I want your cock.”
I can tell he wants to pick on me, but he doesn’t. He works a second finger in alongside the first, lapping at the head of my cock, and when he’s moving them easily in and out of me, he pulls them free, adding more lube before sliding three in.
The burn is a little more intense, and it makes my breath catch for a second, but then he’s licking and moaning around the head of my cock, and it distracts me from the slight pain.
He crooks his fingers, finding my prostate on the first try, and my hips twitch as a moan tears from my throat. “Fuck, that feels good, baby boy.”
His answering hum vibrates against my shaft, and he does it again, working his fingers in and out of me and dragging them over my prostate with each pass.
“I’m ready, baby boy,” I gasp when he buries my cock in his throat and twists his fingers inside me.
Dragging slowly off my cock, he sits up. Then he slips his fingers free of my body.
My hole clenches around nothing, aching at the loss.
Arlo kisses his way up my stomach, dragging his lips along my chest before detouring to suck on my nipple. I arch up, moaning at the sensation.
He pulls off my nipple with a wet pop, then tsks me. “Now, now, baby, you’ve gotta be quiet.”
I roll my eyes, reaching up to tangle my fingers in his hair so I can pull him to me. He crashes into me with an oomph and giggles against my lips when I drag him closer for a kiss.
“Stop talking and fuck me, baby boy.”
“Yeah,” he breathes, rocking his cock against me and dragging it over my hip. “I should do that, huh?”
He really fucking should, actually.
He’s pretty damn easy to toss around, so I use that to my advantage, shifting him until I’ve got him between my legs, the head of his cock resting against my hole.
Just the promise of it alone has my body twitching and my dick pulsing.
“Jesus, baby boy. You said you wouldn’t make me beg.”
Bracing himself over me, Arlo thrusts his hips forward, sinking a few inches of his cock into me.
He pauses, whimpering. “Oh, holy fuck. You are so tight.” He pushes a little deeper, trembling on top of me.
The stretch is fucking otherworldly, and having Arlo in this way is even better.
When he bottoms out, he stops again, and it takes me a second to realize that I’m panting, my hips rocking on their own. I’m so used to being in control. I’m used to having Arlo begging me and shivering and trying to fuck himself deeper on my cock, so being on the other side of things is… strange.
Being the one under someone else, writhing and needy and desperate, feels brand new. I can’t remember a time that I’ve wanted this more. That I’ve needed it more.
“Move, baby boy,” I grit out, reaching down to cup his ass and force him deeper inside me.
He huffs, a shiver racking his body. “Jesus Christ. You would be topping from the bottom.”
“God, just fuck me, Arlo.”
He snaps his hips back, then drives into me again, and I choke on a groan, my cock pulsing between us. A sheen of sweat breaks out over my skin, arousal tightening my stomach.
Arlo sets an almost unrelenting pace, the movement of his hips steady and rhythmic. I reach between us, wrapping my hand around my cock. It jerks against my palm, and a burst of pre-cum shoots out. I moan, stroking myself once from base to tip.
“Feel good?” he asks, his voice low and seductive.
It does. Everything with him feels good, but I’m pretty sure I’m not gonna be able to tell him that, so I nod instead, letting my groans and gasps and broken-off moans speak for me.
Arlo’s hips stutter. “Fuck, I’m gonna come soon. This is embarrassing.”
He lets out a breathless laugh, and I squeeze the head of my cock, then speed up my strokes.
“Do it, baby boy.” I use my grip on his ass to urge him along, helping him keep his pace when his hips start to lose their rhythm.
I’m barreling toward orgasm myself, my balls tightening and throbbing, my cock aching and spilling pre-cum with every thrust. His cock is rubbing against my prostate with each one, and it’s sending me higher and higher.
“Oh,” he gasps, his cock throbbing. “Oh, God. Oh fuck. Baby—” His voice cuts off as he whimpers, burying himself deep inside me and holding there, grinding himself against my ass. I can feel it. Can feel his cum as his dick pulses with each wave of his orgasm.
It only takes two more strokes and a twist to the head of my cock, and I’m coming, soaking the space between us in cum.
After a few seconds of ragged breathing, Arlo shifts his hips, rocking his still mostly hard cock in and out of me. He shivers with oversensitivity, and each time the head of his cock brushes my prostate, I moan, my body jerking with aftershocks.
Finally, he collapses against me, pressing his face into my throat. He hums, snuggling closer. “That was good, yeah? Did you like it?”
I nod, sliding my hand up his back to cup the nape of his neck. “I did, baby boy. I think the copious amount of cum currently gluing us together is proof of that.”
Arlo giggles. He doesn’t usually do that, and the sound fills me with so much joy that I find myself laughing too. “Did you enjoy it?” I ask, running my fingers through his sweat-slick hair.
He raises himself up enough to look at me, a twinkle dancing in his mismatched eyes. “I did. I think the copious amount of cum dripping out of you and onto the sheets is proof of that.”
I roll my eyes, drawing him to me for a quick kiss. “You’re such a shithead.”
“But you love me,” he whispers, resting his head on my collarbone.
Humming, I toy with the strands of his hair. “I sure do, baby boy.”