He pops off my cock with a chuckle. “You’re always so vocal when I’m sucking you off. I love when you talk to me.” That makes me grin. “Hand me the lube, please.”
I fumble with the nightstand drawer, trying to open it without looking, and after I grab the lube, I toss it to him.
He pauses, the bottle clutched in his fingers. “You’ve done this before?”
I nod. “A couple of times. It’s been a long time.”
His brow furrows. “Why me?”
Reaching down, I press my thumb to his jaw and caress his skin. “I want everything with you.” His lips curve into a smile. “Haveyoudone this before?”
He nods, his tongue coming out to swipe his lower lip.
My cock throbs at that. He’s so fucking gorgeous.
“You’re sure?” he asks softly, holding eye contact.
“Yes.” I shoot him a wink. “Do I need to beg for it like you do?”
He scoffs, but his lips turn up in a grin. “No, because I’m nice like that. What is it you tell me?” His facial expression turnsserious. “You don’t have to beg, baby boy. I’ll give you what you need,” he says, trying to mimic the tone of my voice.
I can’t help but laugh. “You little shit.”
He shoots me a smile, then he pops open the cap on the lube and slicks his fingers. Without a word, I pull my leg back.
Arlo is a lot of things, but thankfully he’s not a tease, and he presses his finger against my hole and swallows my cock down in one smooth motion. I nearly choke on my breath. His finger sinks inside me, and it really has been a long damn time since I’ve done this.
“You’re tight,” Arlo says after pulling slowly off my cock. “It really has been a while, huh?”
I nearly laugh. “Yeah, I said that. I can take it, though. Don’t hold back. Prep me quick, baby boy. I want your cock.”
I can tell he wants to pick on me, but he doesn’t. He works a second finger in alongside the first, lapping at the head of my cock, and when he’s moving them easily in and out of me, he pulls them free, adding more lube before sliding three in.
The burn is a little more intense, and it makes my breath catch for a second, but then he’s licking and moaning around the head of my cock, and it distracts me from the slight pain.
He crooks his fingers, finding my prostate on the first try, and my hips twitch as a moan tears from my throat. “Fuck, that feels good, baby boy.”
His answering hum vibrates against my shaft, and he does it again, working his fingers in and out of me and dragging them over my prostate with each pass.
“I’m ready, baby boy,” I gasp when he buries my cock in his throat and twists his fingers inside me.
Dragging slowly off my cock, he sits up. Then he slips his fingers free of my body.
My hole clenches around nothing, aching at the loss.
Arlo kisses his way up my stomach, dragging his lips along my chest before detouring to suck on my nipple. I arch up, moaning at the sensation.
He pulls off my nipple with a wet pop, thentsksme. “Now, now, baby, you’ve gotta be quiet.”
I roll my eyes, reaching up to tangle my fingers in his hair so I can pull him to me. He crashes into me with anoomphand giggles against my lips when I drag him closer for a kiss.
“Stop talking and fuck me, baby boy.”
“Yeah,” he breathes, rocking his cock against me and dragging it over my hip. “I should do that, huh?”
He really fucking should, actually.
He’s pretty damn easy to toss around, so I use that to my advantage, shifting him until I’ve got him between my legs, the head of his cock resting against my hole.
