Chapter 24 #2
Arlo gave a dry laugh. “Oh, you know, life changing. A million dreams coming true. Just the usual orgasm, basically.”
My laughter joined his. “I aim to please.”
“That was a good idea though,” he said, his fingertips dusting down my spine. They stopped at the top of my crease. “If you’re still up for this, that is?”
I glanced down at my angry looking cock before quirking a brow at Arlo. “Looks like it.”
“I’m serious,” Arlo said softly. “You don’t need to do this. I can get you off in a myriad of different ways, like—”
I silenced his thoughtful offer with a kiss. “No, I want this. You might need to go slow, but I want it.”
His smile bloomed slowly. “Don’t worry, Jack. You’re in safe hands with me.”
I cupped his face. “I always have been.”
It was my hands that hadn’t been safe, not Arlo’s. I’d taken his heart and smashed it beneath my boot.
Never again, though. I’d protect both his heart and his body with my life.
Arlo squirted some shower gel on his scrunch. My chest pinched as I caught sight of the bottle. “You still use the same stuff?”
He glanced at the bottle in surprise, like he was expecting to see something else. “Of course. Why would I change?”
I didn’t respond, just smiled as he started soaping me up.
Years ago, Arlo had insisted I tell him which brand I used, insisting I always smelled good enough to eat.
I’d turned up the next day with several bottles.
From that day on it could be found in every shower in his house.
Travel sized bottles even made their way into his carry-on when he went on tour.
It was another little reminder that, even though I’d tried to put distance between us, he’d never stopped thinking of that time we’d shared together.
“Why’ve you tensed up?”
I leaned my forehead against the wall as Arlo rubbed the scrunch over my back. I couldn’t remember the last time someone had done something as simple as wash me. “Just thinking about how I don’t deserve you.”
Arlo’s lips touched my spine even as his hand smacked my arse cheek. “Well, stop it. This isn’t going to work if you keep beating yourself up.”
I grumbled, knowing he was right but not wanting to admit it.
He tapped on my legs, making me spread them.
As he washed between my cheeks, I was glad I was facing away from him.
I wasn’t sure whether my blush was from arousal or the intimacy of him touching me there.
Probably the former given how my cock was pulsing between my legs.
“You’re still tense,” Arlo said, the scrunch hitting the floor with a plop. “Good thing I know how to relax you.”
I tried to turn, but he held me firm with a hand against the small of my back. “No, you just stay there. Your only job is to relax and feel.”
Curiosity poked at me, but I closed my eyes, trying to do as instructed. Thanks to the changing sound of the water, I knew Arlo was moving into a different position, but that was all I knew.
His fingers slid through my crease, making me shiver. “Can you spread your legs wider?”
I did as he instructed so fast I almost slipped. “Easy, big fella. Now bend your knees slightly.”
I felt stupid doing that, my arse now shoved out in mid-air, but all embarrassment fled when something hot and wet pressed against my hole.
My eyes flew open as I gasped. “What the fuck was that?”
Arlo’s response was to chuckle before doing it again. “What do you think it is?”
His tongue. Holy shit, Arlo was licking my hole.
He didn’t stop there, either. Spreading my cheeks wider with both his hands, he nibbled at the puckered skin.
His tongue caressed it as he persuaded the muscle to relax.
It wasn’t long before it’d eased enough for him to slip it inside.
Fucking it in and out of me, he groaned like he was eating something delicious.
Like doing this was something he was desperate for.
As for me? I was currently having an out-of-body experience.
Any embarrassment had vanished under Arlo’s attention. Every touch of his tongue had my nerves singing.
Given the small electrical shocks running through me every time he applied pressure, I’d been missing out. How had I never done this before? And what else had I been missing out on? Was this what sex was meant to feel like? Christ, it was no wonder people became obsessed with it.
I wasn’t worried about sticking my arse out now. If anything, I was spreading myself wider, allowing Arlo to go deeper. Long, keening groans were echoing from somewhere deep in my chest as I gave in fully to what he was doing to me.
It wasn’t long before I needed more. It was like I had an itch, but Arlo couldn’t quite reach it with just his tongue. “More.”
Arlo removed his mouth, making me moan in frustration. “You want more? Then we need lube.”
I glared over my shoulder at him. “We have conditioner.”
Arlo just rolled his eyes as he turned off the shower. “Trust me, we need lube.”
We towelled off roughly before Arlo paused to brush his teeth and rinse with mouthwash. I pressed myself to his back while he did so, sucking small bruises along his neck.
“You’re fucking killing me,” he moaned, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “Let’s go into the bedroom before I just bend you over the sink instead.”
“You can do that,” I said, my cock leaking against his back. “I quite like the idea of watching you fuck me in the mirror.”
Arlo hissed, grabbing the base of his shaft and squeezing. “Don’t say shit like that.”
I ran my tongue up the side of his neck, my eyes twinkling at him in the mirror. “Why? Am I tempting you?”
Arlo snarled as he spun around. With a finger pressed to my chest, he marched me backwards into the bedroom, not stopping until the back of my knees hit the mattress and I sat.
“Tempting me? We’re past that, Jack. I’ve wanted you in my bed since I was eighteen. We’ve moved past temptation, solidly into crazed with desire and obsession.”
He’d wanted me since we first met? I mean, I’d figured his feelings had been involved for years, but not from the start. I’d thought he’d hated me back then.
Arlo cringed, biting his lip like he’d said more than he’d meant to. “Not that I’m obsessed. That’d be weird.”
We weren’t having any of that. Using my heels, I pulled on the backs of his knees until his balance was thrown and he was falling.
He tumbled into my arms as we fell back onto the bed.
I flipped him over and let my weight settle onto him.
“I’m obsessed with you, Arlo. I don’t care if society thinks it’s weird.
So long as you’re okay with it, then it’s all good. ”
“Okay then,” he replied, a little breathless as he grinned up at me. “Because I was totally lying before. I’m fully obsessed with you. Unhealthily so. Can’t see it changing any time soon, either.”
“Good.” I leaned down to kiss him and the action had our cocks brushing together. Pleasure shot all the way to my toes, and I automatically ground forwards, seeking more. “Oh my god. Fuck, that feels good.”
“It does.” Arlo smirked. “Everything we do together will feel good.”
“That I don’t doubt.” My eyes rolled back in my head as Arlo’s shaft pressed against mine. He was longer than me, but thinner. Jesus. He wouldn’t have any issue reaching that place inside me, the one Will had told me about.
I’d been sceptical about “prostate magic” as Will called it, but with how good I felt just doing this, I was down to learn more.
“We can get off like this,” Arlo panted, palming my arse to hold me tighter against him. “I don’t mind.”
“No.” I reluctantly forced myself to stop grinding against him. “It’s not enough, baby. I need you in me. I want you to take everything you’ve ever wanted from me. Take whatever you need and make me yours.”