17. Arlo
17
ARLO
Dragging Kalen by his hoodie, I fumbled the bedroom door.
Ahhh, I needed shifter reflexes so I could be cool, calm, and collected. I was anything but.
His eyes were fixed on my face. Oops, no, lower. Much lower. A frisson of excitement tore through my body, not only for the sex we were about to have, but also us mating. A permanent mark on my skin, letting all shifters know we were mates. And I’d do the same to him, though the mark might be so puny, no one but us would be aware of it. And that’d be fine. We’d be bonded, and it didn’t matter if the mark wasn’t visible to the rest of the world.
I’d swear heat was seeping from my pores as we stumbled into the room. I kicked the door closed, and Kalen raised a brow.
“Princess is out there. She can’t witness this.”
“Right.” He nodded with a sly grin. “Gotta make sure the kids don’t see us having sex. Good thinking.”
Gods, he was cute, and if he didn’t wipe that smirk off his face, I might slam him against the wall and leap onto his dick
“I came prepared.” I shrugged off my robe, marked with dust and a twig from me lying on the porch.
“You arrived in your bathrobe,” he placed his hands on my hips and pulled me to him, my arousal pressing against the ridge in his sweatpants. “So you planned to have your way with me.”
Gripping his hoodie, I brought his face to within a hair’s breadth of mine. “Let’s forget that little interlude with me being a horse’s behind.”
Kalen squeezed my butt before I dived onto the bed, enjoying how I bounced. Spreading my legs, I noted his eyes wandered over my naked body, and goosebumps, like loyal soldiers, trailed along my skin following his gaze.
I grabbed my cock and wrapped my fingers around the shaft, sliding it slowly from the base to the tip. A tiny mewl escaped my lips, and Kalen’s eyes grew darker and his nostrils flared. He stripped so fast as though a film had been accelerated, and the clothing whizzed around the room.
He flopped over my prone body, causing a sharp intake of breath from me, and he paused an inch from me, his chest heaving in unison with mine.
“Nice save.”
He lowered his head and flicked my nipple, sending a blistering heat surging through my veins. I was all tingly, almost as though my fingers and toes had fallen asleep, and he’d hardly touched me yet.
With my mouth shaped in a huge O, my head fell back as Kalen captured my nipple with his teeth. Pleasure and pain battled for dominance, and I teetered between both as though I were walking a tightrope and almost falling off, leaning one way and the other.
Wanting him to experience the same thrill, I tangled my fingers in his hair and tugged. He gasped, his eyes grew dark, and he tweaked my other nipple. Was this a competition to see who’d let go and come first?
Kalen shuffled lower, sticking a tongue in my belly button. It tickled, as he knew it would, and I giggled.
He lifted his head. “Your laughter brightens up the darkest day.”
“Awww.” What a sweetheart. I pressed my lips to his hair.
But the sugary-sweet moment vanished, and he growled as he nibbled and licked and nipped over my happy trail. I arched my back, giving myself over to him as his tongue met my cock.
Raising my hips, I shoved my length in his face, and he placed shivery kisses along the shaft. Goosebumps were still doing their Pied Piper routine and following his trail of kisses.
“More, please.”
He thrust his tongue into my slit and my body jerked, slapping his chin. He grinned and swallowed the tip, mumbling with my length in his mouth, “Like this?”
“Just like that.”
Desire threaded through every sinew, and I was convinced if I looked in the mirror, my skin would be ablaze.
Kalen sucked me, his hands cradling my balls, and I moaned as I fisted the sheets. Spreading my legs wider, I lifted my head and watched him taking me in to the hilt. It was so hot when his fingers crept over my flesh to my hole, slippery with slick. He licked them, and I almost exploded in his mouth.
But he didn’t give me a taste. Meanie. Instead, he prodded around my entrance and slipped in two fingers.
“Are you… trying to kill… m-me?”
He let go of my dick, but it was engorged and stood straight up as if it was about to take off, and he licked it as if enjoying an ice cream.
“Not my intention.” He rubbed his chin over my cock, coated in saliva. He added another finger to my hole, waves of desire battered me, and I fell back on the mattress, not having the strength to withstand them.
And not wanting to.
My body jerked, sliding over the now rumpled sheets as he finger-fucked me, accompanied by me yelping as heat ramped up in my belly and sweat slid over my sides.
This man, this amazing shifter fate matched me with, was giving me the most pleasurable experience, majestic highs accompanied by slight dips, and I was seesawing between the two, making my head spin.
Kalen nuzzled my cock before licking up one side and down the other. He lapped at the head, took me in his mouth again, and sucked hard and fast. The warmth of his mouth and the saliva melted my insides while his tongue flicked over my cock as he deepthroated me.
Heat, saliva, slick, and sweat combined producing a heady aroma. Sex. It smelled of sex, and as Kalen fucked and licked and sucked, my fingers curled around the bedding. My climax, like a runaway locomotive, was hurtling toward me. I couldn’t and wouldn’t delay it. I spasmed, and when my mate curled his fingers inside me, I shuddered, calling out his name as my cum spurted into his mouth.
My chest heaved with exertion, and Kalen fell into the mattress and held me as I savored the orgasm afterglow.
The aftereffects of coming made me lethargic—my legs reminded me of cooked spaghetti, floppy and unable to stand on their own. I could have fallen asleep, but I wanted his length buried in me, and if I took a vote, I was certain there’d be two votes for more fucking. Besides, we had to mark one another.
Rolling on my side, I flung a leg over his hip. “That was more than nice, but what should we do now?”
Kalen placed his lips on my ear, and I shivered. “I can think of a few things.”
Feeling energized, I flipped him on his back. “Oh yeah? Was one of them me riding you like a bucking bronco in a rodeo?”
His wide eyes told me that was a no. Getting on my knees, I straddled him, moving my butt back and forth so the tip of his cock brushed over my slick-coated butt. He gripped the soft flesh on my hips, trying to yank me onto his dick, but I wasn’t finished playing with him. I leaned forward, my length lying against his skin, and wiggled my hips.
But he smacked my ass, a sharp sound that echoed around the bedroom.
Ouch! Owww! But there was also that delicious conundrum of which was dominant: pleasure or pain?
“Ready to play or—” I shut him up by falling on his cock and air rushed out of his parted lips. “I wasn’t expecting that.”
Swinging my hips from side to side, I gave him a lazy smile. “You don’t know everything about me.” I heaved myself up off and then took all of him again, from the head with precum wobbling on his gorgeous thick pink dick to the base.
“Oh, that’s so damned good.” He filled every inch of me, and there were so many inches of him. I bounced up and down, enjoying the slapping of flesh on flesh and the pleasure rippling through me as his dick entered and filled me.
But I needed to change the pace or I’d come. I squeezed my knees against his side and rose up slowly, leaving just the head remaining. His gaze locked on mine, and I counted the seconds in my head. His breathing sped up, as like me, he was no doubt anticipating me falling on his cock.
And I did. We both gasped, and my head fell back as I wallowed in the delicious feelings that were swirling around me.
Kalen trailed a finger from the base of my throat, around my belly button and to my dick, still hard, and pointing at him. He ignited more heat and a fierce hunger that had me wanting to fuck him hard.
Slamming onto his cock, the soft cheeks of my bottom were cushioned by his flesh while his length lunged into me. Each thrust made it harder to breathe or speak, and what emerged were tiny squeaks and whimpers.
He grabbed my dick and pumped it. Now he was stoking the fire inside me, the one he’d kindled, and it was raging, sending lust coiling around me, making me its prisoner. And I welcomed it.
But my energy was fading and my head lolled forward. I needed more recovery time to hoist myself up. Instead of non-stop fucking, I wriggled my ass, angling my hips and tilting my pelvis.
Kalen’s eyes glowed, and he tugged my cock while with the other hand, he brought me closer, flicking his tongue around my lips and shoving it between them. I snagged it with my teeth, his body jolted, and he hissed.
Pushing myself upright, I lifted myself up and eased down, keeping my eyes on him, enjoying his grunts.
But as anticipation stirred in my belly, I slammed onto him, over and over, his panting and gasps mimicking my own.
“I love you and not just because we’re fucking.”
“You’d better.” I had a burst of energy. Maybe a declaration of love did that. Who knew?
Now I rode him just like that bronco I’d described. There was no more talking. Just fucking and Kalen pumping my cock. Beads of sweat hurled from the tips of my hair across the bed and onto my mate, while more dribbled down my chest.
I was so close, so close and… “Yes! Kalen!” My orgasm had been creeping up, but it took me by surprise and slammed into me. Cum sprayed over my mate as he heaved his hips up, pushing his cock deep inside me, and let go. His yell filled the room, the echo zigzagging around us.
My body was limp, my mind needing a rest, but I had to perform a ritual.
As his knot expanded, I fell forward and wanting to scrap my nails diagonally across his chest. What was that about?