Page 36 of Saving Mr. Bell

He held his hands up, his palms glistening. “Oily. Unless you’re willing to wait while I wash my hands…”

And give him time to think better of it. Like hell I was. I snatched the condom off him and ripped it open with my teeth. “Get your pants off!”

“The way you say it is so romantic.” Despite his mockery, he did it, the cock revealed as he maneuvered his way out of them, making my mouth water. He let out a hissed breath as I rolled the condom down his length and added a generous amount of lube. “I guess I’ll have to do this myself, then?”Thiswas me fingering myself, Arlo watching intently as I gave myself first one finger and then two. I wasn’t used to putting on a show, my cheeks heating.

“Fucking gorgeous,” he said as I writhed on them, stimulation of my prostate forcing a few drops of pre-cum to bead on the tip of my cock. I might have spent longer on it, but Arlo ran out of patience before I did, grabbing my wrist and pushing my hand to the side as he crouched between my thighs.

“Yeah, fuck me,” I begged as he moved into position. Despite the fingering, the stretch as he breached me was enough to have me letting out a sharp breath. When he backed off, I grabbed him, wrapping my hands around his muscular arse cheeks and holding him in place. “Don’t you dare!”

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t.”

And he didn’t, giving me shallow thrusts until I grew accustomed to him. When he slid in completely, I let out a sigh of satisfaction. “So good.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

His first set of thrusts were long and luxurious, neither of us in a rush now we’d reached this point. The sound of snow falling off the roof had me turning my head to the window, neither of us having drawn the curtains when we didn’t have neighbors. “It’s snowing again,” I said with a smile.

Whether it was because Arlo didn’t understand why that pleased me so much, or because he had far more interesting things on his mind as he again sank his cock into me, he didn’t offer a response. Perhaps he thought I always provided a weather forecast while getting fucked, the thought threatening to make me laugh.

Eager to speed things up, I drew my hips up, wrapping my calves around Arlo’s muscular back. He took the hint, picking up the tempo to fuck me harder.

Pleasure zinged along my nerve endings and I gave myself up to it, riding the edge of desperately wanting to come while also wanting it to last. Arlo seemed to feel the same, his thrusts slowing before he seemed to lose himself to the animalistic pleasure once more. We rode that knife edge as long as we could until it became more torturous than pleasurable. It only took a few strokes once I wrapped my hand around my cock to come,Arlo following me over the brink with one last deep thrust a minute or two later.

We kissed lazily until Arlo’s shrinking cock forced him to deal with the condom. I watched as he rose from the sofa to get rid of it in the kitchen bin, admiring the long lean lines of his body. “Will you share the bed with me now?”

He was laughing when he turned back to face me, giving me the same scrutiny as I’d given him as I lay sprawled across the sofa. “Do you think we’ll get any sleep?”

“Do you think that matters? It’s not like either of us has a jam-packed schedule tomorrow. The snow won’t melt overnight.”Thank God.

“True.” Arlo reached up to do a triceps stretch. First one side and then the other. “Christ! I feel like I’ve been through a meat grinder.”

“No one’s ever described fucking me like that before.”

He rolled his eyes. “I was thinking more of the sledging, as you very well know.” He came to stand by the side of the sofa. “Yes, I will share a bed with you, Rudolf.” He held out his hand. “After we’ve had a shower.”

I took his hand and let him pull me upright, the faint twinge in my arse making me feel like a man who’d been well fucked. Funny that. “Now, you’ll share a shower with me. Everything has to be on your terms, doesn’t it?”

Arlo laughed at the outlandish statement, just as I’d known he would. “Oh yeah, it’s all me, me, me.”

We were both still laughing by the time the shower had warmed enough for us to step in. Arlo decided I needed help to scrub the oil off my chest, him touching me, leading to more, until I was on my knees beneath the spray of water, coaxing Arlo back to hardness. It took a while, allowing for a perfect opportunity for me to call him an old man again. But it wasworth it for the intensity of Arlo’s second orgasm. By which time I was hard again, Arlo returning the favor.

I couldn’t have said how late it was before we eventually tumbled into bed together, but after two orgasms and the energetic day we’d had, there was no conversation, both of us asleep as soon as our heads touched the pillow.

Chapter Fourteen

Arlo

Waking up next to Rudolf made me smile. Sleeping, he looked like butter wouldn’t melt in his mouth, a far cry from when he was awake, with his teasing and smart quips. I studied him for a few minutes before easing myself out of bed without waking him. Which proved quite the trial when, just as I’d expected, every single muscle screamed about its overuse the previous day. I needed to go to the gym more if one day of sledging affected methis badly. I vowed to stick to a better exercise routine, even as I admitted to myself that it would probably only last a few weeks.

Rudolf didn’t stir as I dressed. I hadn’t been joking when I said we needed to do laundry. If we didn’t, we’d be walking around naked within a couple of days. I shushed my subconscious when it insisted on asking whether that would be so terrible. Now we’d fucked, I was supposed to want Rudolf less, not more. I left the bedroom before I could give in to the temptation to wake him with my lips and tongue. I’d brought him here to rest and I wouldn’t be the cause of him not getting enough.

Only once I was sitting on the sofa with a coffee did I allow myself to replay the events of the previous night.What are you scared of?Rudolf’s question had hit home, because I hadn’t needed to think about the answer. I was scared of falling for him and then having Rudolf walk away without so much as a second glance. He had men and women falling over themselves to get to him, so I wasn’t fooling myself I was anything more than Mr. Right Now to him.

I’d escaped a failed marriage with my heart intact, but I wasn’t sure I could do that with him. I’d brought him here because no matter how irrational it was after six years of no contact and the brevity of our previous acquaintance, I cared about him. The quandary was what I did now. There were only two options. Back off at a million miles an hour—emotionally not physically unless I was going to wander off into the wilderness and live with the wolves—and face Rudolf’s understandable wrath, or push any thoughts of having my heart broken to the back of my mind and live in the moment.

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