Page 64 of Meeting Mr. Adorkable
Above him, Lucian stiffened. Arlo stopped and looked up.
“Lucian?” Arlo’s heart hammered, fearful he’d hurt him.
“I’m okay,” Lucian whispered. “It’s just been some time since…”
Arlo’s jaw clenched. Some time since another man had… The heat of possessiveness burned through him. He took a breath, steadying himself before speaking.
“If you’re not ready, we don’t have to do this.”
“I know, but it’s what I want. With you.”
Lucian’s words were so soft, so simple. With you… A fist punched its way through Arlo’s chest and squeezed his heart.
“Are you sure? Really sure?” Arlo whispered.
“I don’t think I’ve ever been so sure of anything.”
Arlo nodded as he began to kiss and lick once more, opening Lucian up, his own desire burning through his veins as he tasted Lucian’s dark heat.
He slipped from the bed, accompanied by words of complaint, which fell silent as he produced a condom and lube from the nightstand. He hesitated for a moment before he switched on the lamp, flooding the room in a soft golden glow.
“I need to see you. I need to look into your eyes.” What they were about to do was too precious, too important, to be hidden in the darkness and shadows.
“Yes,” Lucian whispered.
Slicking up his fingers, Arlo massaged at Lucian’s entrance. He’d tightened up a little, but they had time, and with gentle insistence, Lucian relaxed. One finger, then two, pushing in and steadily stretching. Their gazes locked, and Lucian gave a tiny nod.
Arlo kneeled on the bed and tore the foil from the condom. His hands were shaking. Jesus, his whole body was shaking. With nerves, with lust, with desire. But most of all, he was shaking because this, here and now, with this man, was everything he’d never felt before. It was overwhelming and his cock flagged.
“You know, you can get medication for that.”
“What?”
“Disappearing Dick Syndrome. DDS, for short.”
Lucian’s eyes were wide and guileless, but the edges of his lips twitched.
The little fucker… “Yeah, it’s gonna disappear for sure. Right up your ass.”
Lucian barked out a laugh as Arlo grinned, coaxing his cock back to fullness. Rolling on the condom, he slicked himself down. Heavy, irregular breathing replaced Lucian’s laughter.
Positioning himself against Lucian, he looked up. Their gazes caught and held. Lucian’s pupils had devoured the irises. Dark with desire, yet there was more there, something deeper.
With a hard flip of his heart, Arlo knew what it was. Trust and belief. Trust and belief he’d not hurt him, that he’d not use him, that he’d keep him safe.
“I’d never hurt you. I promise. You know that, right?”
“I know.”
Arlo paused before he pushed forward, breaching Lucian’s muscle. Lucian cried out, but he lifted his legs higher, wrapping them around Arlo’s waist.
“Now,” Lucian rasped. “Fuck me.”
It was the green light Arlo’s brain and body needed. He drove in deep, every thrust met with one of Lucian’s own. Every gasp and cried out curse, every plea for more urged him on.
Arlo’s eyes had closed, but he wrenched them open, forcing them to focus on the man beneath him. Lucian’s eyes, too, were open. Wider, darker, hungrier than Arlo had seen before, his lips red and swollen, as his teeth clamped down hard on them. The need to possess rose in him once more, forcing him forward, each thrust more urgent than the last.
“Is this what you wanted? Me inside you, fucking you hard, nailing your sweet ass?”
