Page 10 of Rescued
It doesn’t matter. I’ll die for this. I’ll gasp for air, and wreck my lungs, and suffer a hundred times over to have him like this. Especially if it’s the only way I can.
I push my fingers inside his warm, tight body, watching as his mouth goes slack and his chest heaves.
He’s been here more and more lately. I’ll never complain about the chance to have him. Never. But there’s something plaguing him, and I want him to trust me. I want him to open up to me. He won’t. I know that.
So instead, I open him up in other ways. With my fingers and my cock. I’ll give him what he needs in the only way he’ll let me.
“More,” he whines, thrashing his head back and forth.
He looks like something straight from heaven, his dark hair a halo against my pillows, his chest flushed and heaving, eyes closed. It’s just dark enough in here that I can’t make out the freckle on his lip.
Doesn’t matter. I know it’s there. Teasing me. Taunting me. Begging me to dip my head and taste it.
Ignoring the desire, I slip a third finger into Arlo alongside my other two. He starts squirming instantly. He’s always so fucking needy like this.
“Feel good, baby boy?” I rasp out.
He nods, his hands flexing on the bedspread below him.
I keep working my fingers in and out of him. I’m not sure how much more he can take, given the way his balls are drawn tight to his body and his cock is leaking a steady stream onto his stomach.
For that matter, I’m not sure how much moreIcan take. It’s only been two days since I’ve had him in my bed, but it feels like a lifetime. I know I’ll never get enough of Arlo. And in the backof my mind, there’s always this insidious fear that he’s going to stop coming around.
I wouldn’t blame him. I’m so much older than him. He could have anyone he wants. And yet, he keeps gracing me with himself. Keeps showing up, albeit usually in the middle of the night, and letting me lose myself in his body.
“Please, Jasper,” he croaks out, his hole contracting hard around my fingers. “I—”
Using my free hand, I rub the back of his thigh. “You what?”
Mismatched eyes open and lock onto mine. “I need you.”
My cock jerks. “I’ll always give you what you need.”
Nodding, he relaxes again, his body going slack. If only I could convince him of that in other ways. If I could get him to let me take care of him in every way and not just this way.
Pulling free of his body, I slick my cock with extra lube.
“On your stomach, baby boy.”
Arlo flips onto his stomach quickly, pressing his ass back to me. I run a hand over his ass cheek, pulling on it until I can see his hole, slick with lube. I brush my thumb over it, reveling in his shiver.
“Hands above your head.”
His hands shoot up instantly, clasped together. I grip them in one hand, then crawl over his back and notch my cock against his hole.
He slumps, his body going pliant as he waits. “This what you need, baby boy?” I whisper, trying to keep my eyes open as I press into him inch by inch, his wet heat swallowing me whole.
“Uh-huh,” he whines.
He doesn’t push back against me, doesn’t try to rush me, and that trust… Fuck. It does something to me.
When I’m buried to the hilt, I pull right back out before slamming into him. His breath catches in his throat, and a groan rips from my chest. Fuck, he feels so damn good. Always.
I set an almost punishing pace. When Arlo shows up in the middle of the night, stripping his clothes without a word, this is what he needs.
He needs to be held down and taken apart. He needs his brain to shut off. And goddamn, do I love being the one to make it happen.
The slap of our bodies is loud, only drowned out by Arlo’s whimpery moans and my ragged breathing. I press him deeper into the bed, rocking my hips over and over.
