I take his cock in my hand and lift it to suck his heavy sac. His gasp only encourages me to tug a little harder.
My cock was already hard through dinner, but now, even though I'm not wearing underwear, I feel the constriction of the sweatpants more than ever.
I let go of his balls with a pop and lick his dick all the way up to the crown. “If we aren’t going to survive tonight, then let's make it count.”
He pulls my shirt up and over my head so I have to release his cock for a moment. When I try to get back to my previous activity, he pushes me down on the bed and kneels on the floor in front of me.
“These need to go,” he growls, pulling my sweats down and all the way off. I raise my head to see what he's doing, hoping he'll suck me, but the look in his eyes tells me he's got a different plan.
I'm on board with whatever he wants, especially when he removes his shirt, giving me a good look at his tattoo, chest, and happy trail.
I love how he's not overly muscular. There's a little bit of definition that seems to be his natural build more than any time spent exercising.
“Move up on the bed,” he commands. “Belly down.”
“I thought I was—”
“Now.”
Heat rises up my spine, and I do as I'm told, my body humming in anticipation. It's been so long since I've been rimmed that I don't know if I'll last more than a couple of seconds.
“Arlo, I…ugh.” I moan when I feel the wetness of his tongue flat on my hole. “Jesus fucking Christ.”
“You taste so good, Levi. Better than Chinese, better than Indian cookies.”
“Now I know you're lying. Nothing tastes better than those cookies,” I say.
He licks and sucks until I'm a tight ball of need. Showing me that he isn't lying.
I bite the sheet beneath me and buck my hips in search of friction. I'm in that blissful space when nothing exists but the next orgasm. I need it now, but I also want this to last longer.
Before I can say anything, I'm turned around and Arlo's body covers mine. He kisses my neck until our lips meet in a frantic and hot kiss.
The rolling of his hips against mine doesn’t do anything to change my heightened state of arousal.
“Can I ride you?” he asks, dragging his teeth over my lower lip.
I stare into his eyes. This is going nothing like I’d expected.
“You sure?”
“I need you inside me because if I get inside you, I'll come in three seconds, and that would be far too embarrassing,” he confesses.
I smile and give him a kiss that lingers longer than I intend. His lips are the most kissable I've ever had the pleasure to kiss, and my brain loses itself in the soft, cushiony, sweet experience.
“Nothing between us can ever be embarrassing, but if it makes you feel better, I was two seconds from coming when you stopped rimming me.”
His eyes go wide. “Really?”
“What can I say? Your tongue is talented.” I chuckle. “Lube? Condoms?”
He reaches over to the bedside table and ruffles through some things before taking out what we need.
“What else have you got in there?” I ask.
He raises a brow. “What any gay man that likes to bottom has in their bedside table. You know, monster-size dildos and a range of butt plugs.”
I laugh. “I have a kid. I have to be sneakier with my storage solutions.”
