Page 65 of Meeting Mr. Adorkable
Lucian laughed, breathless, edged with hysteria. “You call this hard? You call this being nailed?”
“Fuck you.”
“Oh, yes please.”
Arlo yanked Lucian’s legs up onto his shoulders, all but bending him in two. He pumped his hips, his cock pounding like a well-oiled piston. Faster, deeper, changing his angle, dragging the scream from Lucian as he pummeled, over and over, at his sweet spot.
Lucian’s fingers dug into his hair, clutching and pulling, sending nervy spasms of pain across his scalp. Their bodies, slick with sweat, slid and rubbed against each other. Lucian bit down hard on his lips as his eyelids fluttered closed.
“Open your eyes,” Arlo demanded. “I wanna look into them when you come.”
Arlo’s own orgasm was rising, gathering strength, ready to thunder through him. But so was Lucian’s. Arlo could hear it in his rising breath, in the racing beat of his heart pressed against his, and in the swelling of his cock, wrapped in his palm.
Lucian’s eyes drifted closed again.
“I told you not to fucking close your eyes.”
Lucian’s eyes widened as he gasped, as his body stilled for the briefest moment before he spasmed and jerked, as he cried out his climax.
Oh, Jesus, so beautiful, so fucking beautiful. And mine, so mine…
With a final hard thrust, Arlo’s back arched, his eyes locked on Lucian’s. His orgasm spewed from him as he bellowed, loud, feral, animalistic, as he emptied himself into the condom buried deep inside Lucian.
CHAPTERTHIRTY-ONE
“Luci! Your man’s here,” Bibi hollered.
In the back, where he was checking inventory for a delivery, Lucian’s heart fizzed. Your man… The fizz spread through him, making him tingle from the top of his head to the tips of his toes. He threw the inventory down and dashed through to the front.
Leaning on the counter, Arlo smiled as he chatted with Bibi, but as he turned his attention to Lucian, his smile grew bigger and brighter until it filled the whole store.
“Hey,” Arlo said.
“Hey.” Lucian’s smile was the perfect match for Arlo’s.
“Okay, you guys, I’ve had it. All this doe eyed, sweet as candy gawkiness is just too much to take. You’re putting me off my dinner tonight. Luci, you can go now. I’ll finish up here.” She looked at her watch and grinned. “Thirty minutes before your official finish time. You can make it up tomorrow.”
“You’re all heart, Bibi. A heart with clogged and furred up arteries.”
Bibi snorted, and with a wave, Lucian grabbed Arlo’s hand and fled before she could change her mind.
“Let’s grab dinner, and then—”
Lucian shook his head. “You’re always feeding me. Let me return the compliment. Come back to the apartment and I’ll cook.” He had the ingredients, he had it all planned, but Arlo tilted his head and stared down at him with suspicious eyes.
“You’re going to… cook? Your culinary skills are a little limited. If I don’t feed you, all you eat is Marmite on toast. Is that what you’re offering me? Because, let me tell you, mister, that ain’t good enough.”
Lucian snorted. “I do have skills — and no, I’m not talking about, you know.” Lucian lowered his voice when two elderly ladies walked past. “Come on. Let me surprise you.”
Cheese risotto. Easy peasy, lemon squeezy. Even he couldn’t screw that one up.
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“Stop looking at me. It’s putting me off.”
“Just watching a master chef in action. I might learn something.” Arlo laughed, but he retreated to the couch, leaving Lucian to wade through the recipe he’d pulled up on his cell.
He’d read through it, and it sounded so easy. Finely chop onions. Fry them in olive oil until golden. So far, so good, he could do that. Then add arborio rice. Except the grocery store hadn’t had any, and he’d been faced with the only option of quick cook long grain. Rice was rice, and he’d thrown it into the cart.
