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Just the promise of it alone has my body twitching and my dick pulsing.
“Jesus, baby boy. You said you wouldn’t make me beg.”
Bracing himself over me, Arlo thrusts his hips forward, sinking a few inches of his cock into me.
He pauses, whimpering. “Oh, holy fuck. You are so tight.” He pushes a little deeper, trembling on top of me.
The stretch is fucking otherworldly, and having Arlo in this way is even better.
When he bottoms out, he stops again, and it takes me a second to realize that I’m panting, my hips rocking on their own. I’m so used to being in control. I’m used to having Arlo begging me and shivering and trying to fuck himself deeper on my cock, so being on the other side of things is… strange.
Being the one under someone else, writhing and needy and desperate, feels brand new. I can’t remember a time that I’ve wanted this more. That I’veneededit more.
“Move, baby boy,” I grit out, reaching down to cup his ass and force him deeper inside me.
He huffs, a shiver racking his body. “Jesus Christ. You would be topping from the bottom.”
“God, just fuck me, Arlo.”
He snaps his hips back, then drives into me again, and I choke on a groan, my cock pulsing between us. A sheen of sweat breaks out over my skin, arousal tightening my stomach.
Arlo sets an almost unrelenting pace, the movement of his hips steady and rhythmic. I reach between us, wrapping my hand around my cock. It jerks against my palm, and a burst of pre-cum shoots out. I moan, stroking myself once from base to tip.
“Feel good?” he asks, his voice low and seductive.
It does. Everything with him feels good, but I’m pretty sure I’m not gonna be able to tell him that, so I nod instead, letting my groans and gasps and broken-off moans speak for me.
Arlo’s hips stutter. “Fuck, I’m gonna come soon. This is embarrassing.”
He lets out a breathless laugh, and I squeeze the head of my cock, then speed up my strokes.
“Do it, baby boy.” I use my grip on his ass to urge him along, helping him keep his pace when his hips start to lose their rhythm.
I’m barreling toward orgasm myself, my balls tightening and throbbing, my cock aching and spilling pre-cum with every thrust. His cock is rubbing against my prostate with each one, and it’s sending me higher and higher.
“Oh,” he gasps, his cock throbbing. “Oh,God. Oh fuck. Baby—” His voice cuts off as he whimpers, burying himself deep inside me and holding there, grinding himself against my ass. I can feel it. Can feel his cum as his dick pulses with each wave of his orgasm.
It only takes two more strokes and a twist to the head of my cock, and I’m coming, soaking the space between us in cum.
After a few seconds of ragged breathing, Arlo shifts his hips, rocking his still mostly hard cock in and out of me. He shivers with oversensitivity, and each time the head of his cock brushes my prostate, I moan, my body jerking with aftershocks.
Finally, he collapses against me, pressing his face into my throat. He hums, snuggling closer. “That was good, yeah? Did you like it?”
I nod, sliding my hand up his back to cup the nape of his neck. “I did, baby boy. I think the copious amount of cum currently gluing us together is proof of that.”
Arlo giggles. He doesn’t usually do that, and the sound fills me with so much joy that I find myself laughing too. “Did you enjoy it?” I ask, running my fingers through his sweat-slick hair.
He raises himself up enough to look at me, a twinkle dancing in his mismatched eyes. “I did. I think the copious amount of cum dripping out of you and onto the sheets is proof of that.”
I roll my eyes, drawing him to me for a quick kiss. “You’re such a shithead.”
“But you love me,” he whispers, resting his head on my collarbone.
Humming, I toy with the strands of his hair. “I sure do, baby boy.”
Chapter 37
Arlo
