Chapter Nine
ARLO
Was I dreaming?
I had to be. There was no way real-life Jack would tell me to get on my knees.
He wouldn’t pull out his already erect cock, stroking it idly as he waited for me to do as he said.
Well, if it was a dream, I was going to make sure I got a taste before I woke up.
Sinking to my knees, I batted Jack’s hand out of the way. For the next little while, his dick was mine to play with.
To worship.
I didn’t dive straight in. Instead, I explored his length with my hands. He was longer than in my normal dreams, a slight curve to the left that I hadn’t been expecting.
That’s because this is real.
With my hand wrapped around his shaft, I looked up at Jack. “What are we doing?”
“Making you happy,” he responded gruffly.
Of course. My stomach sank and I let go of him. “I’m not doing it if you’re not into it.”
His hand pushed into my curls, his grip just on the right side of too much. “Does it look like I’m not into it?”
I gulped, eyeing Jack’s erection. No. If possible, he looked even harder now than he had a few moments ago.
“Suck, Arlo,” he commanded, tugging gently on my hair. “This way we’re both getting what we want.”
A thought nagged in the back of my mind. What did Jack mean about getting what we want? Had I read this whole situation wrong?
Did he have feelings for me too?
There’d be time for over-analysing later. Right now, I was going to give Jack the blowjob of his life.
The head of his cock nudged my lips. Taking in an inch, I suckled at it, running my tongue over the slit.
“Fuck, Arlo,” Jack hissed.
He hadn’t seen anything yet. Moving slowly, I worked his length into my mouth an inch at a time. I explored all of him with my tongue, my cheeks hollowing as I began to suck.
I had thought maybe Jack would be silent during this. I couldn’t have been more wrong.
“What are you doing?” He groaned. “Why does this feel so good? Fuck, Arlo. Your tongue.”
If I could’ve smirked, I would’ve. Instead I showed him my deep-throating skills, taking him to the base.
“Fuck,” Jack barked. “Oh my god!”
Up until now, I hadn’t looked up at Jack. If he had his eyes closed, pretending it was a woman blowing his mind, I’d rather not know about it.
But as he let out another filthy groan, I couldn’t resist a peek.
My eyes locked onto Jack’s immediately. His pupils were blown, his gaze hooded. His cheeks were flushed, his usually stern demeanour utterly destroyed. He was staring down at me like I was a stranger.
One he wanted to adore. Maybe pin to the ground and fuck into oblivion.
Or maybe I was just seeing what I wanted to. For all I knew, this was a one-time thing.
Jack thrust forward, the head of his cock hitting the back of my throat and triggering my gag reflex.
“Shit.” Jack pulled out of my mouth, using his grip on my hair to make me look at him. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”
I rolled my eyes. “Please. I’m used to men fucking my throat a million times harder than this. You’re fine.”
Jack’s expression darkened as he shoved his cock past my lips. “You don’t talk about other men while we’re doing this, got it?”
I made a startled choking noise as he thrust straight down my throat.
“I don’t wanna hear it,” Jack said menacingly, fucking my face hard enough to have me leaking in my shorts. “As far as I’m concerned, no one else has ever been in this mouth. No one else has ever touched you. You got that?”
I didn’t have a hope of answering him. Tears were streaming down my face, the sounds of my choking filling the air.
“Touch yourself,” Jack ordered breathlessly. “I can’t last much longer.”
Strangely, it hadn’t occurred to me to do anything about my own erection until Jack mentioned it. I’d been too focused on bringing him pleasure, on fulfilling one of the many, many fantasies I had about this man.
Now he’d said it though, I couldn’t think about anything else. I almost wept with relief when I freed my shaft from my stupidly tight shorts. I didn’t need lube, not with the amount of precum I was leaking. My hand flew over my shaft with little finesse, just a desperate need to find some relief.
I have to remember this. Every second. It might not happen again.
“I’m going to come,” Jack said suddenly. “Pull off, Arlo.”
Yeah, that wasn’t happening.
Grabbing his hip with the hand not on my cock, I held firm. My nose was pushed against his pubes, the scent of him filling me.
Jack gave a low groan, his fingers tightening in my hair as he came down my throat.
Pleasure hit me like a storm as my release spilled over my hand. I swallowed rapidly, desperate to not let a single drop of Jack escape. When he started to soften, I pulled off and gulped down air. Fuck. When was the last time I’d come that hard?
Had I ever come that hard?
Dizzy from both the thorough throat fucking and the intensity of the orgasm, I closed my eyes for a second, leaning my hand against the floor.
Once the room stopped spinning, I looked up to see Jack was gone. My heart skipped a beat. Shit. Was he freaking out?
Before the panic could set in, he was back, a damp cloth in his hand. His trousers were done up, his shirt straightened. If it weren’t for the slight flush over his cheeks, I might have thought I’d hallucinated the whole encounter.
“Here,” he said brusquely, handing me the cloth. “Use this to clean up.”
I nodded in thanks as I took it from him. Sneaking glances up at him, I tried to figure out how Jack was feeling. Was he freaking out? Did he want to do this again?
His face was on lockdown, his emotions hidden behind half a mile of concrete wall. There was nothing there. Nothing to tell me anything.
Embarrassment and shame flooded me. Had I made Jack do something he hadn’t wanted? Was he regretting it?
I stumbled to my feet, clearing my throat. “Sorry. Are you okay?”
I winced at how hoarse my voice was, a reminder of what we’d just done. What if Jack left? What if he quit?
I wouldn’t be able to cope with losing him. He’d been at my side for too long now. I needed him.
“Arlo, look at me.”
The command was quiet but firm. I forced my eyes up, relieved to see a little bit of the Jack I knew peeking out.
“You have nothing to apologise for. I’m fine. You needed to get off, and I needed to know you were safe while getting off. Doing that meant we both got what we wanted.”
I swayed on the spot as his words sank in. “But you’re straight.”
Jack shrugged. “There’s nothing I wouldn’t do to protect you, Arlo. If us getting off together is part of that, then it’s fine.”
Fuck. I’d been so fucking stupid thinking maybe Jack returned my feelings. I should’ve known this was why he was doing it. One of the best things about our relationship was the lengths he went to to make me happy.
Hadn’t realised it’d be one of the worst too.
Rubbing at my chest, I took a step back. I hated what I was about to say, but I couldn’t let myself be with Jack again. Not like this. Not knowing it meant something different to me than it did to him. “This can’t happen again.”
Jack tilted his head to the side, frowning slightly. “Did you not like it? Was I too rough? I can be gentler next time. Tell me what you like. I’m sure I can make it good for you too.”
Hysterical laughter bubbled up my throat, and I had to clamp my lips shut to stop it escaping. This was such a fucked-up situation. It was like I was getting everything I’d ever wanted, but it was a cheap imitation. One that wasn’t worth anything…and would lead to something breaking.
That thing being my heart.
“It’s not that,” I said when I finally got control of myself. “I just think it’ll make things weird if we do it again.”
Jack stared at me intently for a moment before shrugging once more. “Okay. Well, if you change your mind, you know where I am.”
“I won’t,” I said curtly. “Night, Jack.”
I could feel him watching me as I left the room and went up the stairs, but I didn’t look back.
I couldn’t let myself go there again.
I wouldn’t.