17. Chapter 17
Chapter 17
ARROW
“Mmm.” I let out a sleepy, contented sound, pulling Lewis against me under the warmth of the covers. His giggle has a light rasp to it from sleep. I slide my hands down the silky soft skin of his back, dipping them below the waistline of his underwear to palm the bouncy globes of his ass. “I understand the earthy flower smell now.” I nuzzle the crook of his neck and he tilts his head back to give me more space to drag my tongue along his skin. “But explain the cherry.”
He laughs again, wiggling against me, pressing his stiff cock against my thigh.
“Chapstick.”
“And here I just thought you were naturally delicious,” I tease, kissing my way up his throat until I reach his mouth.
“Sorry to disappoint.” He grins, hooking his leg over mine to pull himself even closer. He rolls his hips again, this time bringing the heat of his erection right up against mine through the thin fabric of our briefs.
“Disappointed isn’t the word I’d use,” I murmur, catching his mouth in a slow, drugging kiss.
Lewis hums against my mouth, matching the leisurely pace of my lips. He rocks against me with the same lazy, patient tempo while tangling his fingers in my hair. The hard pebbles of his nipples rub against my chest and his sweet little whimpers vibrate through our kiss, each one making my cock harder and harder until I can feel every pulse of my heartbeat in the swollen veins of my erection.
In the hazy, almost-morning light it’s still hard to believe last night was real. Lewis is all mine. Not casual, not just sex, but mine . I growl and nip at his bottom lip. He gasps and bucks his hips a little harder.
I knead his ass cheeks, using the leverage to set a faster pace, grinding and humping as our kisses get deeper and hungrier.
“You’re my delicious little Tater Tot,” I grunt, rolling Lewis onto his back and climbing on top of him. He laughs into the next kiss as I slip my tongue between his lips. “No one else can touch you.” I brace my hands on the pillow and nibble across his jaw while he drags his hands greedily over my chest and stomach, sending teasing flickers of heat across my skin everywhere he touches me. “No one else can hear your sweet moans or taste your lips.”
“No one,” he agrees, slipping his hand into my underwear to palm my throbbing cock.
He drags his fingers through the slick precum gathering on my slit and paints them down my length until he reaches my balls. He cups them, tugging slightly, then rolling them in his palm. I groan and buck my hips.
“There’s no one else like you.” I flick my tongue against his earlobe and tug his underwear down around his thighs. “Your goofy sense of humor, your laugh, your sassy mouth… I fucking lo—” I catch myself and cover the near slip with another kiss. I was going to say I love it , not that I love him. At least… I think that’s what I was going to say.
My heart thunders and my body burns hotter.
Whether Lewis was too caught up in everything else to notice or he’s just pretending he didn’t hear, I’m not sure. He strokes my cock and tangles his tongue with mine, letting the word I didn’t say fade away.
“I want to feel you inside me, Jay,” he murmurs, corkscrewing his hand around the head of my cock. “Bare.” He flicks his tongue along the seam of my lips. “I want to spend the rest of the day with your cum leaking out of me.”
I groan and clench my hands into fists around the pillow, my cock spasming in his grasp at the filthy thought. It’s been years since I’ve gone bare—not since my last serious boyfriend. Feeling the raw heat of Lewis wrapped around me suddenly seems more important than my next breath.
“Fuck, you’re so goddamn perfect,” I growl, rolling off of him so I can shed my underwear and grab the lube.
I’m momentarily distracted by the bounce of his cock as he wiggles his briefs the rest of the way off and then tosses them aside. He notices my gaze, putting on a flirty smile and arching his back as he drags a hand slowly down his body. I track its path with hunger in my gut.
“You know, I’ve always thought about getting a tattoo, but the moment never felt quite right. I think I was waiting so you could be my first.” He holds my gaze, his eyes smoldering with heat and promises that make my chest ache. “What do you think? Do you want to put something permanent on my skin?”
My cock jerks hard, and a low moan rumbles through my chest. With the bottle of lube clutched in my hand, I reach for him again, dragging him towards me and flipping him around so I’m spooning his smaller body. My erection rides along the hot crease between his cheeks, his thighs against mine, my chest to his back. I dip my head to nip at his shoulder and stroke my fingers down his belly until I reach his cock.
“You’d better not be teasing, sweetness.” I wrap my hand around his shaft and give him a slow stroke. “Just say the word and I’ll cover every inch of your beautiful body with my artwork.”
Lewis gives a breathless laugh and grinds his ass against my cock. “Just one or two small ones should do it.”
“You say that now, but you have no idea how addictive ink is. One taste and you’ll never be done with it,” I warn.
“I’m familiar with the phenomenon.”
He cranes his neck and I catch his lips again, releasing his cock so I can lube my fingers. Once they’re slicked, I slide them between his cheeks in search of his hole. It’s warm and soft for me, fluttering eagerly as I drag the slippery pads of my finger along the rim. He gasps against my lips and lets out a low, needy whine as I ease just the tips of two fingers inside of him. The tight ring of muscles clenches around me, then relaxes, sucking my fingers in deeper. My cock throbs and pulses, spilling precum on his ass cheek.
He’s so tight in this position that I don’t rush the prep, fucking him with my fingers nice and slow, feeling every tremor in the muscles of his rim against my knuckles, swallowing every whimper and moan he feeds me. I whisper sweet words and praise against his mouth as our breathing gets faster and a sheen of sweat forms everywhere our skin touches.
For the first time, there’s no urgency between us. No deadline looming, no one coming to interrupt us, nothing but hours of early morning to enjoy each other. Heat tightens in my gut, little by little, with every gasp that falls from Lewis’s lips. I have no idea how long I’ve played with his hole, stroking over his prostate, loosening him up, eventually pouring more lube down his crease and sliding a third finger inside.
He trembles against me with short, panting breaths.
“Please, Jason, please. I need… I need…” He whines and clenches around my fingers, clutching at his pillow and thrusting his hips back, riding my fingers with a desperation that makes my balls tighten and my cock drool.
“Well, why didn’t you just say that, baby?” I tease, kissing his neck and easing my fingers out.
I lube my cock and line myself up, twitching with horny impatience just like he is. I nudge the head against his slippery, relaxed hole and then, holding his hips in place, I fill him in an achingly slow thrust.
He’s so fucking tight my eyes roll back as soon as his inner channel squeezes around me.
“Lewis,” I grunt. “Fuck.”
He whimpers in agreement, putting a hand over mine on his hip and threading our fingers together. The gesture is so surprisingly intimate—the kind of thing only a boyfriend would do—that it pulls my attention away from my dick for a fraction of a second and onto the full, warm feeling in my chest.
His ass cheeks land flush against me, my cock fully seated, and I nuzzle the back of his neck. I throb and twitch inside of him, my balls heavy and tight, the promise of an orgasm so close I can taste it. But instead of chasing what I know we’re both desperate for, I hold him just like that for a minute, wrapping my arms around him, breathing him in, feeling every inch of his body pressed against mine. Lewis reaches back and strokes my hair, breathing my name quietly.
I savor the moment as long as I can before the feeling growing between us starts to become demanding. My hips twitch and my thighs quake with the effort of holding myself back. Lewis takes a trembling breath and whispers, “Please,” again.
“Anything,” I rumble quietly, pulling my hips back and thrusting forward again.
We both moan and the bed creaks underneath us. With my arms still around him, our bodies spooned together, I find a satisfying rhythm, filling him over and over. This position makes it impossible for me to fuck him as hard or as fast as I normally do, but that doesn’t keep our orgasms from building. It’s a slow, smoldering climb as we rock together, panting and gasping, finding each other’s mouths every so often.
And then I can feel it right there. I wrap my uninjured, still lubed hand around Lewis’s cock, and I can feel it pulsing and twitching, so close to exploding that all he can do is whine and groan unintelligibly. All it takes is two strokes with my hand before he’s wailing my name. His hole clenches tight around me and I’m done for too.
The rhythmic pulses of his inner muscles as he spills hot, sticky ropes of cum over my hand milk the pleasure from me, making my orgasm feel like it’s coming in intensely slow waves. Just knowing that my cum is spilling deep inside of him makes my toes curl and my eyes roll back as I gasp and grunt my way through my release, fucking him until we’re both drained and boneless.
Even then, I stay inside of him, feeling the sloppy, wet heat of my cum as my cock slowly softens and eventually slips out.
“I’ve never cum that hard in my life,” Lewis mumbles in a daze.
I chuckle and lick a bead of sweat off his shoulder.
“Neither have I. Jesus, I think you broke me.”
LEWIS
Dragging myself out of Arrow’s bed is legitimately the hardest thing I’ve ever done. Knowing I can come right back here tonight if I want helps though.
“Let me drive you to work.” He reaches for me while I pull my shirt over my head.
I laugh and dance out of his way. He’s already pulled me back into bed twice, and I’m not falling for it again.
“Then my car will be here,” I point out.
“So, let your car be here.”
“I have to go home and shower first.” I shimmy into my underwear, then step into my jeans.
Arrow pouts. “I thought you wanted to wear my cum all day.”
I giggle and risk moving closer again to lean over the bed and brush a kiss to his lips.
“Hot to talk about mid-fuck, not so sexy a few hours from now when my underwear is crusty and my ass cheeks are glued together with your drying cum.”
He growls and tries to pull me back into the bed again, just like I knew he would. I let him, enjoying the possessive way he slides his hand under my shirt to pinch my nipple while he snakes his tongue around mine.
“Will you feel better if I let you tattoo your name right across my forehead?” I ask.
He rumbles a laugh, then pulls away with a worried look in his eyes. “I’m already doing it, aren’t I? You need a little space this morning and I’m coming on too strong.”
I shake my head and peck his lips. “I like it. I don’t need space, I just need to not go into work reeking of sex.”
He sighs, but I can see the smile twitching on his lips. “Alright, I’ll let you go.”
“How about this,” I say, “I’ll go home and get ready for the day, and you can come by in an hour to pick me up and take me to work? And…” I bite my lip, the old cautious voice in the back of my head telling me not to be too much. But I shake it off. The same way I like Arrow’s possessive side, he said he wants me to be my needy, ‘too much’ self. “I’ll pack up some clothes to bring over here so I’ll have the option to shower and dress here next time.”
His steel eyes flash hot and he sucks my bottom lip between his teeth.
“I’ll clear out a drawer for you,” he says, and my heart flutters.
Is there a more romantic sentence in the English language? I doubt it.
*****
An hour later, I hear the rumble of Arrow’s motorcycle right on time. I slip on my shoes, grab my backpack that I stuffed a few extra work shirts and pairs of underwear into, and trot down the stairs to find him waiting right outside the main door. He slips his helmet off, a smile lighting up his whole face as he holds it out towards me. God, this man. I was a fucking idiot for thinking I was ever going to be able to keep myself from falling for him.
I take it and hop on the back. I’m becoming slightly more graceful each time I do it, so that’s a win at least. He revs the engine and the bike jolts forward, and I squeak and wrap my arms around him, his laughter vibrating through his body.
I’m pretty sure my smile is just as big as his.