He presses his forehead to mine again in his signature Arkin move, and his heaving exhale dances over my kiss-swollen lips. “Trust me, I want nothing more than to make love to you here and now, but we’re not alone.” He swallows hard, and I gaze into his eyes for a long moment, my brain slow to catch up.
Harrison and Ryan.
Oh shit.
Untangling myself, I glance around the clearing. “Where are they?”
“They went for a walk,” he says, and I turn back to him with a warm smile.
“I love your voice.”
His kiss this time is slower, deeper.
To my surprise, he guides me down to the grass, and that’s when I realize there’s a blanket spread out.
He lies down on top of me, nudging the tip of my nose with his, then kisses the corner of my mouth, my jaw, and my racing pulse point. “I’d forgotten how nice you smell,” he whispers near my ear, my balls thumping at the sinful rasp of his voice.
Sinking my teeth into my lip, I wrap my legs around his thighs, not caring a rat’s arse if our friends find us here in this compromising position. We’re fully dressed, after all.
Regretfully so.
“There are some things I didn’t forget, though,” he purrs, dragging his lips across my jaw until they’re back at the corner of my mouth. “Like the sounds you make when you come, or how sexy you look covered in my cum.”
“Jesus,” I whisper, a breath rushing from my lips. There are things we need to discuss, like what happens now or where we go from here, but my brain has malfunctioned.
Another toe-curling kiss. Groaning, he rocks into me, his hard cock grinding against mine through our jeans. I almost plead with him to fuck me. Who cares if our friends walk in on this scene? After all, it’s their own fault if they hung around after leaving me here.
“I missed you so fucking much. Every minute of every day. You were all I thought about,” he murmurs between kisses.
Another long moan rumbles in my chest. Fuck. I’m falling apart.
“I’m going to come in my pants if you keep dry fucking me like that,” I admit, palming his toned ass, the rough fabric creasing beneath my fingers. “You feel so good.”
“You gonna come in your pants?” he asks, sounding almost amused but also aroused by the thought, and instead of slowing down, he interlaces our fingers and rocks faster, his hips rolling rhythmically until I’m squirming and gasping.
“I thought we weren’t doing this here?” I barely recognize my own husky voice.
Arkin glances around, still humping me, swamping my body with his big one.
When he looks back down at my face, his smile reminds me of the devil. “We’re dressed. It’s dark. If they’re around, they can barely see you underneath me.” His hard kiss steals my breath, and I taste blood. “Fall apart for me, Zach. Remind me of how sexy you are when you come for me.”
“What, here? In my pants?” I sound ridiculous.
“Shut up,” he drawls, sucking my bottom lip between his teeth, nipping at the sensitive flesh as he rolls his cock against mine. “Fuck, I’ve missed your sweet sounds. You turn me on, baby.”
Groaning, I lose myself for a moment, my cock growing impossibly hard.
He snaps, “Eyes,” and I open them again to see him watching every gasp, every flutter of my lashes. Then, as he parts his lips on another forward thrust, I come apart.
Heat pulses through my stomach and in between my thighs, and jets of cum soak the front of my jeans.
Crushing his mouth to mine, Arkin moans what must be the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard, and then his body collapses on top of mine.
For long minutes, we catch our breaths.
“I can’t believe we came in our pants,” I say with a soft, disbelieving chuckle.
“I can,” Arkin replies, still sprawled on top of me.
