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His eyes are half-lidded, and when he swipes his lower lip with his tongue, my stomach heats. “I’m all yours.”
He nods, then shimmies down my body a little before leaning down and kissing my chest, right over my heart. The gesture makes it beat faster, slamming against my rib cage.
Warm lips coast over my chest, and his tongue swipes my nipple before he draws it into his mouth. A groan explodes from me.
Releasing my nipple with a wet pop, Arlo drags his lips over my sternum, dropping open-mouthed kisses along my skin as he makes his way down.
My muscles contract under his touch, my cock jerking and leaking pre-cum onto my stomach.
He moves down further until he’s hovering over my cock, his bottom lip wet and swollen and his eyes trained on me. “Can I?”
I squeeze my eyes closed, the visual almost too much for me to handle. “Anything you want. I’m yours just as much as you are mine.”
He seems to like that because he thrusts his hips forward, grinding his cock against my leg.
In one motion, Arlo swallows me to the back of his throat. My hips jerk up of their own accord, a ragged gasp tearing from my throat. Arlo gags but recovers quickly, and I force my hips to still.
Locking his eyes with mine, Arlo bobs his head, dragging his tongue along the length of my cock and taking me deep, swallowing around the head of my cock when he does.
It’s intense. The way he’s sucking me off, sure, but also the eye contact. There’s nowhere to run. Nowhere to escape to. No hiding the way I feel about him.
Not that I want to.
He stares at me, and I stare at him, lost in a loop of pleasure as he takes me apart with his mouth. Spit is dripping down the sides of my cock, pooling at the base, and his lips are stretched obscenely around me.
Coming almost all the way off, he suckles the head of my cock, dipping his tongue into the slit, his eyes rolling backward.
“Fuck, baby boy.” I tangle my fingers in his hair, trying and mostly failing to keep my hips still. They’re taking on a mind of their own, jerking and pulsing upward as I fuck into his warm mouth. “If you keep that up, I’m gonna come down your throat.”
He moans around me, doubling down as he goes back to taking me deep.
“Baby boy,” I gasp, and he pauses, my cock pulsing against his tongue. “I don’twantto come down your throat.”
His eyebrows furrow, and he pulls off me. “What do you want, then?” His voice is wrecked, low and raspy.
My cock jerks, the head brushing his chin and bottom lip. He grins at me, his eyes lighting up. “I want to bury myself inside you.”
Sassy little shit that he is, his lips quirk up. “Youareinside me.”
I shake my head, unable to fight a smile. “I want to come with you, baby boy. I want to feel you contracting around me while you paint me with your cum.”
Arlo scrambles up my body, all his sass falling away at once.
“I want you on top,” he breathes against my lips before slamming his mouth down on mine.
Flipping him onto his back, I settle all my weight on him, pressing him into the mattress.
“Kiss me, baby boy,” I whisper into the space between us, and Arlo lifts his head, sealing his lips over mine again. I slide a handunder his head to support it and deepen the kiss, pushing my tongue past his full lips and tangling it with his.
He’s whimpering, shifting his hips and trying to rut against me. With my weight holding him down, he’s having a hard time, so I rock my hips into him, reveling in the moan that spills from his lips.
Turning his head, he breaks our kiss with a gasp. “I need you,” he rasps. “Please.”
Reaching into the nightstand, I grab the lube and pop the cap before raising off his body and pushing his leg back toward his chest.
Between the way he looks—all wide-eyed and flushed—and the ache in my balls from his blowjob, I need to move this along.
I’m burning for him from the inside out, and I know that he feels the same way.
