The door is open, and he’s standing in the middle of the bathroom completely naked, water still dripping from his hair.
“Wow.” The word is out of my mouth without thought, and his head snaps up, a smirk forming on his lips.
“Like what you see?” he asks, shimmying his hips a little.
I laugh. “Yes. Come here, baby boy.” I crook a finger at him.
“What are you gonna do with me if I come over there?”
I take a step toward him, and then another. “I’ve barely had my hands on you in weeks, baby boy.”
“And whose fault is that? I get one single blow job, and then you go right back to not touching me.”
I cant’ help but laugh at his indignant face. “You had broken ribs and second-degree burns, andthenwe were helping Salem and Nora settle in.”
Arlo waves a hand in the air. “Just stuff.”
“Pretty important stuff, wouldn’t you agree?” I raise an eyebrow.
He rolls his eyes. “Yes. Very important stuff.”
He still hasn’t moved closer to me. I might be worried about that if his cock wasn’t hard and starting to glisten at the tip. My baby boy wants me as much as I want him. He also wants to play this game, though, so I will too.
Slipping my hands into my pockets, I take a step back. “Suit yourself. I’ve gone without it this long. I can go a little bit longer.”
He sputters as he rushes toward me. “Ain’t no fucking way. Get undressed.”
“Oh, now he wants to be demanding?”
Batting his lashes at me, he pouts. “Please get undressed.”
He’s close now. Close enough that I can see the way the light reflects off his mismatched eyes.
“Oh.” I grip the hem of my shirt, studying him. “You want me to get undressed, baby boy?”
He licks his lips. “I just said that, yeah.”
“And what are you gonna do when I’m naked?”
Stepping closer, he hooks his finger on the waistband of my jeans. His proximity makes my blood thrum, but I can’t give it away. I love our games and back-and-forth, and I’ll be damned if I let this little tease win.
“I was thinking you could bend me over and fuck my brains out.”
My cock jerks against the confines of my jeans, noticeable enough that Arlo’s eyes fall to it.
“You like that idea?” He grips my cock through my pants, stroking me.
“I think you like that idea,” I say, though it comes out more breathy than I’d like.
“Mmm,” Arlo hums. “Don’t you miss it? The way my hole feels around your cock. How it feels to pump me full of your cum? Don’t you miss watching it drip down the backs of my thighs?”
A groan echoes in my throat, and Arlo’s eyes light up in triumph. Little shit. “Yes. You know I do. Now, the real question is, can you be good and quiet so you don’t wake the kids up?”
Arlo’s eyes shoot to mine. “I can. Can you?”
I can damn well try.
Dipping down, I hook Arlo under his thighs and lift him, tossing him onto the bed.
