Chapter 3
Reynolds
The noises have already started. The gaspy breaths, the throaty whimpers. I want to hang on to this moment and make it last, but my cock is hard and needy.
I can’t blame it either. This is Arlo.
I yank his shirt over his head.
“Let me just turn on the heat,” he says.
“No time.” I nudge him toward the bed. He looks up at me with big eyes, and I shamelessly drink him in. “I’ll make sure to keep you warm.”
Arlo tugs me down to kiss him again, and I make quick work of my belt and pants. My shirt follows, and then I grab him and yank him back against me. His warm chest presses flush with mine, and I take a moment to run my hands down his back, to hold him.
Normally it’s not this hard to forget he’ll be leaving soon.
I growl as I push the thought away and focus on the now. On Arlo’s smooth skin and soft lips. On how he tastes and reacts, and fuck me, I can’t remember ever wanting him this bad, though I’m sure I think that every time.
I don’t waste time popping the button on his jeans and shoving both them and his boxers down off his hips. He scrambles to strip off my briefs, and then he quickly backs up.
My eyes are glued to him as he slides backward onto the bed and slowly parts his creamy thighs. His gaze rakes over my chest and slides down my torso to land on my hard cock.
It’s nearly impossible to hold back. To not cover his body with mine and slam inside his tight little hole.
But it’s been almost a whole damn year since we were last together. I should pace myself. Draw it out. Make a new memory to hold on to until he’s back again.
“Lube?”
“In my bag.” He points across the room. “It should be on the top.”
It is. And it’s a new bottle. Even more proof that he was hoping tonight would go exactly the way it is.
For the last ten years, since he left for college, we’ve kept the rules simple. We fuck like maniacs the few times a year we see each other—so long as we’re single—and there’s no contact in between.
We also never, ever mention it to anyone.
His rule, not mine.
Because even though I’ve been falling for him since we were teenagers, I know what this is.
I’m his filthy secret.
His way of slumming it, and no one, especially not his perfect family, can ever find out.
And I want this so badly I can’t even give a shit.
I toss the lube on the bed and crawl over his body, pressing needy kisses against his skin. I’m quickly losing all control with him this close. He’s so beautiful, so perfect, and in this moment, it’s easy to pretend he’s mine.
I drag openmouthed kisses over his neck and he shudders underneath me. “Please. I need you. I need you inside me now.”
Fuck control. “Spread for me, gorgeous.”
His eyes lock on mine as he reaches for his thighs and pulls them up, exposing everything to me.
My breathing comes short, sharp, as I palm his smooth chest, then run my hands over his soft stomach to his cock.
The first stroke draws a moan out of both of us.
Touching him is almost an instinct now. I know how to read him; I know all his tells.
I know that stroking him tight, followed by rolling my palm over the tip will reward me with a bitten-off gasp.
I know that tugging on his balls will make his thighs tense, and I know that ducking my head and burrowing my face between his cheeks will make him cry out my name.
I’m desperate to hear it.
I grip his ass tight enough that red spots blossom on the skin, and then I close my lips over his hole.
“Reynolds!”
There is it.
My smile can’t be contained as I lick and suck, driving myself crazy with his taste. He releases the grip on his legs and wraps his fingers through my hair, forcing me deeper as he twitches and moans.
I push my tongue past his opening and follow it with a finger. His body sucks me in, needing me the way I need him.
Arlo barely has a second to adjust around the first finger when I grab the lube, cover my digits, and force two inside him. His breath catches for a second before he lets out a long groan, rocking his hips back against me.
“I’ve really bloody missed this,” he pants, the slightest, maybe British, twinge hitting his words. I’ve never heard it before. I don’t like it. I don’t like there being something about him that catches me by surprise.
Then, I brush his prostate and his whole body jolts. Just like I knew it would.
Arlo grabs my wrist and tugs my fingers from his ass. “Do it. Now. Fuck me. Fuck, I need you.”
“It’ll hurt. You’re not stretched enough.”
“Good. I want the feel of you inside me for as long as possible.”
A grin stretches across my face as I slide back up his body and pull him into a filthy kiss. He hums into my mouth, tongue fighting against my own, and I swear I could get high from kissing alone.
I blindly grab the lube and make a mess of coating my dick with it, before lining myself up with his entrance. He’s the only man I ever go bare with, and I can’t wait to feel that completeness again.
“Is this what you want?” I ask against his lips.
“Mhmm.” His hands cup my face. “Make me feel it.”
“You will. Now, and then tomorrow, when we’re with our friends and your family, you’ll still be able to feel my dick filling you.”
“Promises, promises.” He sucks my bottom lip into his mouth.
If that’s how he wants it …
I ease the head of my cock inside him, and once I pass the tight ring of muscle, I slam home.
Arlo cries out, his moan sexy and delicious, even as his face twists with pain.
“You okay?”
“Please … Move.”
His begging could get me to do anything.
I slide out and back into him, loving the feel of his hole squeezing my bare cock the way no one else ever has.
It’s all need and desire mixed with something way deeper that I’ll never let myself stop and think about.
Each slow, measured stroke turns Arlo into a squirming mess beneath me.
I catch his mouth again, wanting to swallow the sounds, but he just gets louder.
I pick up the pace, torn between wanting to hold him or pull back to watch each thrust into his body.
Torn between wanting to kiss him or suck a mark into his neck or bite his pink nipples.
I don’t know whether to grip his back, or squeeze his ass, or pull his hair or wrap my hand around his throat.
It’s like this every time.
No matter what we’re doing, it’s never enough. I want more. More kissing and fucking and sweating and holding him closer and tighter.
I want to make up for all the time we’ve spent apart, and all the time apart that’s coming.
My hand closes in his hair, and I tilt his head right back before sucking a mark on his collarbone. Arlo’s meeting every hard thrust, and as he gasps and moans and completely fails at keeping silent, his nails dig into my back.
A shiver races up my spine, knowing he’s close, and it makes my balls start to tingle.
And in this moment, both of us hovering right on edge, the smell of his skin and sweat surrounding me, there’s only one word looping through my brain.
Finally, finally, finally.
I slam my eyes closed and bring our mouths back together as I scramble to grab his cock. His precum is already smeared between us, and I barely get a few strokes in before Arlo throws his head back and his body tenses.
For someone so vocal when I’m fucking him, his orgasms are always completely silent. His mouth is wide, eyes screwed closed, every tendon standing out in his neck.
I nip one, then straighten up, push his legs forward, and start to pound my way toward orgasm.
The look of bliss on Arlo’s face is imprinted on my mind until it explodes into nothing by a spine-tingling, muscle-melting high that has my whole body twitching.
Unlike him, my groan is long and low, and I can still hear it rumbling in my chest as I slowly start to regain my senses.
Arlo’s staring up at me, completely drunk on the moment, skin glistening in a layer of sweat.
I force a breath so deep my head spins, before I pull out and flop down beside him. He’s immediately on me, pressing closer and closer, like it’s still not close enough.
I gather Arlo up in my arms and press my lips against his damp hair. The familiar pang in my chest reminds me of the rough week I’ll have ahead when he leaves me again.
But shitty week be damned. There isn’t enough pain in the world to make me stay away from this man.
He presses a soft kiss to my jaw. “How soon before you can go again?”