Page 63 of Meeting Mr. Adorkable
Arlo forced his eyes open. Bathed in moonlight, Lucian’s eyes glowed dark, his parted lips wet and puffy, aching to be claimed.
Arlo crushed their mouths together in a rough and hungry kiss. Disrobing Lucian slowly, piece by piece? It was too late for that, as greedy desperation consumed them both.
Hands and fingers fumbled, clumsy with need. Jackets, shirts, shoes and socks, pants and underwear, all of it ripped from their bodies, until they stood naked before each other.
“So, so beautiful,” Arlo breathed, as he eased Lucian down onto the bed.
Lucian whimpered. Bending his legs at the knee, he let them flop open as he stroked his swollen cock.
Arlo swallowed. He could come just from watching. Heat spread through his belly as the telltale tingle teased his balls. No. Not yet, not now.
“Take your hand away. Do not touch yourself.”
“Arlo,” Lucian whined, but his hand fell away from his twitching cock.
So compliant. So — submissive.
He climbed on the bed, pushing Lucian’s legs wider, his heavy cock bobbing against his lower stomach as he settled between Lucian’s spread legs. Planting his hands on either side of Lucian’s head, he stared down into eyes that were black, bottomless pools.
“When I saw you tonight, I thought my heart was going to stop. You looked incredible. I was the envy of everyone, and all I wanted was to kiss you into tomorrow.”
“Then do it.”
Tongues twisted and twined, wet and hot, hard yet soft, every one of Lucian’s gasps and moans sending a bolt of searing heat to Arlo’s hungry cock.
They’d kissed and touched, licked and sucked, so many times before, but tonight his ravenous, demanding heart craved more. To possess, to claim, to take Lucian as he gave all of himself in return.
“I want to fuck you so bad.”
Beneath him, Lucian shivered.
“Will you let me?” Arlo’s heart shuddered to a stop. This was Lucian’s decision, his choice to say yes or no. Please say yes, please, please, please…
Arlo’s scalp prickled as Lucian stroked his fingers through his hair as his lips lifted in a smile.
“Yes.” The whispered word ignited in Arlo’s heart.
Arlo kissed his way down Lucian’s chest, flicking his tongue against the tender nubs of his nipples.
Beneath him, Lucian squirmed, laughing as Arlo kissed his way down and rimmed his belly button with the tip of his tongue. Ticklish. Arlo grinned; he’d have to remember that. He continued his journey, arriving at the dark, hot place between Lucian’s legs, delighting in and savoring every gasp as he nuzzled, breathing in deep Lucian’s warm musk.
“Arlo…” Lucian whimpered and Arlo groaned, his cock pulsing with need.
He sucked in another and deeper breath, closing his eyes for a second, pushing down the gnawing need to feast on Lucian as though he were his last meal. Slow, take it slow…
He licked a long stripe all the way from the base of Lucian’s shaft, all the way to the top, where he lapped at the hot slit, salty with pre-cum.
“Oh, god. That’s, that’s so…” Whatever it was, it was lost in incoherent mutterings as Lucian writhed, pushing his hips upwards, his greedy cock demanding more.
Arlo licked again, this time to the base, burying his face deep between Lucian’s legs, sucking in a breath, filling his lungs and drenching his senses in Lucian’s warm aroma, a heady combination of musk and arousal, and the faint, lingering scent of the sweet strawberry body wash he liked so much. Lucian jerked, filling the air with curses as Arlo tickled his tongue across Lucian’s perineum.
“Christ, Arlo. You said you were going to—”
“Shush, baby. Doesn’t the entrée always taste better after the appetizer?”
“No. Not when I’m starving hungry.”
Arlo chuckled, his heart glad when Lucian joined in. He eased his way down, raising Lucian’s legs, exposing his entrance. Slowly, slowly, slowly, he massaged his tongue around the rim of the muscle, feeling every pulse and flicker. Closing his eyes, he sucked and licked, adding more pressure with every sweep of his tongue, pushing and gaining entrance.
