Chapter Twenty-Seven #2
Jack slid off his chair, standing beside me and tilting my chin up to look at him. “Do you want me to move in with you?”
“That’s insane. We can’t be talking about that so soon.”
He put a steady finger to my lips. “Arlo, do you want me to move in with you?”
I gulped. Fuck it. “Yes. Maybe not immediately…but yes. I do.”
Jack’s eyes crinkled at the corners. “Then let’s do it. You say the word and I’ll pack my bags.”
I took a deep breath as I came to another decision. “Okay. I’m ready. Let’s do this.”
He scratched his head. “Wait, I thought you said—”
“Not moving in,” I blurted out, interrupting him. “I want you to fuck me. I need it.”
Jack’s throat bobbed as he swallowed. “You sure?”
“So sure.” I scrambled to my feet. “Just give me ten minutes to get ready.”
It was closer to half an hour before I returned to Jack, wearing just a tight pair of black briefs.
It hadn’t taken me long to get ready. I might not have bottomed for another person before, but I had several dildos at home that I used on a regular basis.
That was how I knew it was a mental block rather than a preference—nothing felt as good as coming with my hole stuffed full.
Now I was going to experience it with another person.
With Jack.
That knowledge was what had had me stalling in the bathroom for so long.
It wasn’t that I didn’t want this, more like I couldn’t believe it was actually about to happen.
There was a small bruise forming on my arm from where I’d pinched myself.
From the way it was still stinging, I was definitely awake.
Now though, I was ready. Not just physically, although I had taken the time to prep myself in case Jack didn’t want to do that, but emotionally. To remind myself that this wasn’t about to all go wrong. That I could trust Jack not to hurt me again.
Once this whole fucked-up situation with Smith was behind us, there would be no obstacles in our way. We could be together the way I’d always wanted.
My remaining nerves vanished as I entered the living room.
My breath caught as I took in how Jack had rearranged the space.
The sofa and chairs had been pushed back, clearing a space in front of the fireplace.
The fireplace which now had flames crackling merrily away in it.
The sound blended nicely with the rich voice of Benson Boone filling the air.
The space he’d created had been filled with several blankets and squashy cushions.
That wasn’t all. Tiny candles flickered on every surface of the room. A bottle of wine waited on the coffee table, two glasses beside it. There was even a small charcuterie board, filled with an assortment of my favourite snacky bits.
Jack shuffled his feet, his hands buried deep in his pockets. “It’s not much. I wanted to do more, but our supplies are limited.”
Not much? My vision was blurring at the care and consideration he’d put in.
He waved at the food. “I know we ate not long ago, but I figured snacks are always good. You get hungry a few hours after dinner.”
My breath shuddered as I inhaled, trying to keep a lid on my emotions. When was the last time someone had taken care of me? My bandmates tried, but they didn’t notice the things Jack did.
No one did. Just Jack.
I couldn’t wait another second. Sprinting across the room, I leapt into Jack’s arms. He caught me easily, his mouth meeting mine without hesitation.
This man was all mine.
We kept kissing as we shoved Jack’s clothing aside, my own briefs following suit. Then he was laying me down on the makeshift bed he’d created, hovering over me with an awestruck look. “You’re beautiful, Arlo.”
What followed was the sweetest kind of torture. Jack’s lips trailed over my skin, his hands following in their wake. He explored every inch of me until I was nothing but a shivering wreck beneath him.
“What’s this?” He frowned, his finger stroking over my hole. “You prepped already?”
I felt my cheeks heat. “Yeah. I thought maybe you wouldn’t be ready for that the first time we…you know.”
Jack reared up, looming over me. Grabbing my chin in a possessive hold, he glowered down at me.
“I’m ready for everything, Arlo. Never worry that I don’t want to touch you.
It might have taken me over a decade to realise it, but you’re the only one I want to touch.
I want you, Arlo. You make me so fucking horny. ”
My blush deepened. I wasn’t sure why I’d thought him stretching me would be a step too far when I’d literally fucked him, but what could I say? My brain rarely made sense.
Jack pressed his hips down, rubbing his shaft against mine. I whimpered at the contact, my hands scrabbling at his shoulders.
“Feel that, baby?” he breathed, grinding us together. “That’s all for you. Because of you.”
“Jack,” I gasped, pleasure rippling through me. “Please.”
I wasn’t even sure what I was asking for. Just more.
Jack knew though. I wasn’t sure when we’d swapped roles again, but he seemed to be stepping into the dominant one I loved him in without an issue. His fingers lined up with my slack hole as he kissed me fiercely.
I shoved back on his fingers, my hands cupping his face as I whimpered into his mouth. Fuck, this felt so good. How had I gone without this for so long?
Then he found that spot inside me. My head fell back and I moaned so loud that future me would be embarrassed. Current me didn’t care though, too lost in how good it felt.
“You ready, baby?” Jack’s eyes were glassy, his chest rising and falling against mine. “I need to be inside you so bad.”
“Yes,” I breathed, lifting my legs up the way Jack had done with me. “I’m so ready.”
He knelt up, quickly rolling on the condom and adding more lube. I made a mental note to arrange for us to get tested before asking Jack if he wanted to go bare.
Fuck, I hoped he did. The thought of him filling me up made me almost dizzy with lust.
He nudged against me, his face serious as he looked at me. “Tell me if I hurt you.”
Then he was pushing inside me.
Fuck, he was thicker than any of my dildos. Remembering my own advice to Jack, I bore down. The pressure eased as he worked in another inch.
“That’s it, baby,” he praised me. “You’re taking me so well. It’s like you were made just for me.”
He bottomed out, his pubes brushing against the sensitive skin. The significance of the moment flooded me. “Oh my god. You’re inside me. We’re doing this.”
He chuckled, leaning down to kiss my forehead. “I am, baby. Ready for me to move?”
“More than anything.”
He braced himself on his forearms so he could kiss me as he slowly rocked his cock in and out of me. The strange fullness transitioned into a building pressure. I found myself pushing back on him, urging him to go faster.
“Jack. Oh fuck,” I moaned, my nails digging into his shoulders. My legs were around his hips, urging him forwards. “Please. Fuck me like you mean it.”
Jack growled, nipping at my earlobe. “That’s what you want, baby? Want me to ruin you?”
“Fuck yes.”
That was all the permission he needed. Going up on his knees, he grabbed my hips in his hands. Watching me from under hooded lids, he slowly withdrew his cock until only the tip was inside me.
Before I could take a breath, he slammed it all the way home.
I yelled, my whole body singing. “Do it again.”
He grinned, doing it again. And again. And again.
His pace picked up, his hands holding me in place. I couldn’t do anything except lie there while he fucked into me. After a while he started tugging down on my hips, forcing himself ever deeper with every thrust.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” he cursed, sweat dripping from him. “You feel so good, baby. This is everything.”
“Yes,” I moaned, my hand wrapping around my aching cock. “I’m so close, Jack.”
He knocked my hand away. “No. This is mine.”
I didn’t know if it was his possessive growl or just him touching me. Whatever it was had my orgasm slamming into me before I could stop it.
Jack gave a muttered curse before thrusting hard once more. He pulsed inside me and I made another note to have the condom chat. I wanted to feel him without that barrier between us, and I wanted it soon.
Jack pulled out of me slowly before collapsing on top of me. Even coming down from his orgasm, he was still careful to not drop all of his weight on me. “You okay? Did I go too hard?”
I focused on the dull ache in my arse. “Nope, don’t think so. I mean, it’s aching, but that’s normal.”
He lifted his head to grin at me. “I can still feel you from yesterday, if that makes you feel better.”
My own lips lifted into a smirk. “Too sore for another round?”
Jack laughed. “Not too sore, but possibly too old. Give me, like, two hours.”
“Bet I can make you ready in an hour.”
“You’re on.”