Chapter 24
Chapter Twenty-Four
JACK
Okay, so maybe I’d been a bit cavalier with how casually I’d offered my arse up to Arlo.
Truth be told, bottoming wasn’t something I’d really considered. All my fantasies had involved sinking into Arlo’s tight heat. Searching out that magic button Will had told me about and learning the different ways I could make him moan.
Thinking about him doing it to me just hadn’t occurred to me, which was a bit embarrassing, to be honest. I couldn’t believe I’d just assumed Arlo wouldn’t want to top me.
That wasn’t to say I hadn’t meant it when I’d said he could, because I had. There was nothing I wouldn’t let that man do to me. It was just something I hadn’t…considered.
As I scoured every inch of the house, pleased to find the thorough security measures Corey had told me about fully operational, I took the time to consider it.
How would it feel to be on my knees for Arlo?
To feel his talented fingers stroking over my hole and working me open.
To hear his breath catch as he pushed past that ring of muscle to where no one had been before.
To watch as he drove those lithe hips forward, taking what he needed from me.
To taste the sweat that dripped off him as he made me moan for him.
Fuck. I had to stop and press my hand against my erection. Apparently I wasn’t as intimidated by the idea as I thought I might’ve been.
After checking over the final guest bedroom, I rested my head against the cool glass of the window.
Twenty-four hours ago, I’d been preparing to sit in a van and watch Arlo from a distance.
Now I was locked in a cabin with him for the foreseeable future, mentally preparing myself to be fucked by another man for the first time.
Not just any man, but Arlo. The person who’d consumed me for fifteen long years. The one I’d thought I’d lost forever.
He was here. He was with me.
I was never letting him go again.
“Jack, have you checked the master bedroom?”
I poked my head into the hall to find Arlo smirking at me, dressed in just his boxers. “Yeah, it’s all good. The house is secure.”
“And you’re sure you need to check the woods now?” His voice was husky, his big brown eyes sweeping over me as he bit his lip. “Think you’ll have more fun checking me out instead.”
This man would be the death of my self-control. Luckily for me, the only thing that could trump Arlo’s wants was the need to keep him safe. “That’s true, but look at it this way, once I’ve cleared the woods, we can just relax. We won’t have anything to do but…”
“Fuck?” Arlo supplied cheekily, reaching down to rearrange himself. “Oh, we’ll definitely be doing that.”
“And sleep. And talk,” I said, cupping the back of his neck. “There’s other stuff I need to tell you. Stuff about Kevin, and how things really went down—”
He stopped me by pressing a finger to my lips. “I want to hear it, I do. All of it. We’re going to lay everything out on the table and get everything out in the open. First though, we’re going to have at least two orgasms each.”
Uncertainty niggled at me. “What if you don’t want me after you hear what I have to say?”
“Are any of those things you need to tell me that you don’t want to be with me?”
“No.”
“Then we’re good,” Arlo said softly, lifting a hand to stroke at the scruff on my cheek. “If it eases your conscience, you can appease it by giving me an extra orgasm. That seems fair.”
I wavered, still not sure we should be doing this before Arlo knew the full truth, but then he said something I couldn’t ignore.
“Trust me, Jack. Trust us. Nothing you can tell me is going to change the way I feel about you. God knows I’ve tried to over the years, but for better or worse, you’re it for me.”
Warmth filled me, a heat that blazed so strong it erased everything else. Leaning forward, I lowered my lips to Arlo’s. Before they touched though, he was darting out of my reach.
Bewildered, I straightened and stared at him. He was walking backwards down the hall, stroking his cock.
“No kissing,” he said firmly. “Not until you’ve finished your checks.”
Now it was my turn to pout. “Really?”
“Really. Because once I start kissing you, Jack, I don’t plan on stopping for a very long time. So go do what you need to, then come join me in the shower.”
I stood in the hall for a few minutes after he left, wavering between the need to taste him and the need to keep him safe.
Logic eventually won out, but it was a close call. I’d get this done, and get it done properly, then I’d join Arlo.
In the shower.
Naked.
Wet.
Oh god, I wasn’t going to make it. Could you actually die from being too aroused? If that was the case, I was in serious danger.
I didn’t rush through the checks. Despite my desperation to get back to Arlo, I wasn’t about to compromise his safety.
I did, however, full-on sprint back to the house when I was done. After the past twenty-four hours, a shower was definitely needed. The fact that it came with a side of naked, sexy rock star was something I wasn’t about to miss.
Shedding my clothes as I went, I thundered up the stairs and into the main bedroom. The sound of the shower running filtered through the wall, making me grin. Arlo hadn’t given up waiting for me.
Stripping off my underwear, I pushed into the bathroom. It took a second for me to spot Arlo through the steam, but when I did, I almost swallowed my tongue.
Arlo’s slender frame had filled out over the past few years, no doubt from all the running he did now. A tattoo I’d never seen before graced his lower back, two figures sitting on a stone wall, the wide sea before them.
The floor swayed beneath me. That was us. Me and him. He might’ve told me to walk away, but he’d never given up on his dream of us. Even when I’d pushed him past his limits, he’d inked a permanent reminder on his skin.
He spotted me, and a slow smirk twisted his lips. He turned to face me fully, his head tilting back as he fisted his length. “Enjoying the show?”
“I always do when you’re the one playing.”
“It’s more fun when there’s audience participation.”
I returned his smirk as I strolled forward, gratified when his gaze dipped to my hard cock as it bobbed with each step. “Then move aside and let me join you.”
All playfulness vanished as I stepped under the hot spray, my bare skin brushing against Arlo’s. “You gonna let me kiss you now, Arlo?”
He didn’t answer with words, but with his lips. They crashed into mine, sending us both into the wall. Catching myself, I wrapped my arms around him to stop him falling.
Then, I let myself finally taste him.
His lips were firmer than I’d imagined, dominating the kiss as he pushed his tongue into my mouth. A small whimper fell from me as our tongues met, a taste that was uniquely Arlo exploding on my tastebuds.
How had I survived so long without knowing the exact feel of Arlo’s lips against mine? It was like something in me had been unlocked, revealing a whole world I hadn’t realised existed.
I didn’t know how long we stayed in that position, but after a while it became clear that Arlo wanted something from me. He was rising on his toes, trying to press closer to me as he tugged on my neck. I knew he needed something, but what?
He gave another frustrated moan, and the sound reverberated through me, taking me straight back to all those times when he was on his knees for me.
I wasn’t sure he was even aware that he did it, but he used to make that sound until I grabbed his hair.
Until I held him in place and made him take what I had to offer.
Suddenly, I knew what to do.
Shoving my fingers into his wet curls, I wrapped them around my fist. Using my grip, I angled his head so I was the aggressor. I was the one who was taking. I held him where I wanted him while I fucked his mouth with my tongue.
I was selfish, drinking down every taste of him like it was my last. But it wouldn’t be, not if I got my way. I wanted Arlo, my leaking cock made that abundantly clear.
He was mine, and I was going to make sure he knew how much I meant that.
Arlo was pliant in my arms, happy huffs of air escaping his mouth whenever I let him breathe. His cock was rubbing against my thigh, the stickiness lingering for a second before the water washed it away.
Keeping one hand in his hair, I pushed the other between us. The tips of my fingers slid along Arlo’s length and he broke away from me with a gasp. “What are you doing?”
“I believe I owe you an extra orgasm,” I said, brushing my lips against his swollen ones. “Figured I’d collect now. I want you to last while you fuck me.”
His cock twitched against my fingers as his eyes fluttered. “Good point. Totally on board.”
Grinning, I kissed him again as my hand circled his cock. I took my time exploring him, running my fingers through his neatly trimmed hair, down to his balls, which were already tight to his body. Like me, he was uncut.
And also like me, his foreskin was extra sensitive.
When I was finally satisfied that no centimetre of him had gone untouched, I used a drop of conditioner as lube and wrapped my hand around his base.
Having a dick myself meant this was the one thing I knew how to do well.
Stroking him in a steady rhythm, I twisted at the end, rubbing my thumb over his sensitive foreskin.
Arlo was writhing in my arms, his delicious moans echoing into my mouth as his hips moved to match my strokes. Before long, he was fucking into my fist, his hips thrusting just like I’d pictured.
“That’s it, baby,” I crooned against his lips. “Give it to me. Give me what I want. Fuck, I can’t wait to taste it. Will you let me do that? Suck you into my throat until I’m choking on you?”
“Fuck!” His dick pulsed in my grip as white liquid jetted from the tip. “Jack. Oh god.”
I held him close, stroking him gently until he became too sensitive. As the shower washed his release down the drain, I kissed his head. “How was that?”