“Knew what?”
“That you were mine,” I say simply, but it’s a lot more complicated than that. It’s a lot more intense than that, too. The moment my lips touched his, it was like all the pieces fit into place, like all the confused cells floating around in my body snapped to attention and imprinted on him. “Every time you kissed or touched someone else, I felt it. It was a searing pain through my chest, burning wherever I saw or thought they might be touching you. If I was there, if I told them what to do and how to do it, it eased some of the ache, because I could pretend.”
“Pretend what?” He asks, even though he knows what I mean. He wants to hear it though. He needs to hear the truth behind the words.
“I would pretend it was me touching you, because I wanted to be the one to give you everything. Comfort, confidence, protection, happiness… Pleasure. I wanted to make you feel good.”
“So why didn’t you? It’s not like I didn’t make my feelings on the matter obvious.”
“You overestimate my ability to think clearly when it comes to you,” I say with a humorless chuckle. “I don’t think I really knew for sure until you tried to touch me that first time, which I obviously handled really well.”
Ari smirks. “Well, you’re making up for it now. All this honesty is…” He blows out a breath. “Okay, it’s a lot. And I’m not saying that it doesn’t hurt a little, but it also feels necessary. It feels right. It’s not like either of us was ever perfect. I knew there was something there, but for a very long time I tried to goad you into action by purposefully doing things to piss you off and upset you.”
“What about the time I chased your hookup away and then got us both off under the pretense of making you feel better?”
“Yeah, okay, that was really fucked up,” he concedes. “But it’s not like you didn’t try to say something and I was too far gone.”
“I didn’t try that hard.”
“Neither did I. It was hot.”
Hot is an understatement. It was a moment that will be permanently etched in my brain for the rest of my life. I’ve actively tried not to think about it because I feel like shit for taking advantage of the situation, because no matter how Ari wants to excuse it, that’s what I did.
“You on your knees telling me you wanted to make me feel good is pretty fucking hot, too.”
My eyes snap back up to his. There’s a spark of heat and mischief in the darkened blue orbs staring back at me.
Ari cocks his head. “Say it again.”
“I wanted… Iwantto make you feel good,” I repeat.
Ari’s plump bottom lip disappears between his teeth, and I clench mine in response. I want to bite that lip, to suck and soothe it…
“So do it then,” he breathes. “Make me feel good, Will.”
I press my hands into the plush carpet and watch Ari’s perfect mouth open in surprise. I’m supposed to be groveling, right? What better way to grovel than to crawl to him on my hands and knees and beg him to let me make him come.
“Jesus,” he mutters under his breath when I come to a stop between his knees. “You’re forgiven,” he says quickly.
“Well, that was too easy,” I say with a chuckle. But Ari cuts me off by reaching out and fisting a hand in the front of my shirt, pulling me up to him.
“Kiss me,” he demands.
This kiss isn’t as sweet as the last one, but it’s no less passionate. This one is deep and desperate, teeth and tongues and heavy breaths. I feel like I could be swallowed whole here and now and never come up for air. Who needs to breathe when I have him?
My hands grip Ari’s thighs, holding him against my body as I ravage his mouth. In the position we’re in, his bulge is pressinginto my stomach, my aching erection rubbing between his thighs. I want more. Need more. Need togivehim more.
Releasing my grip on his thighs, I run my fingers up the soft green fabric of his pants and fumble with his button and zipper.
Ari pulls away just enough to tell me we don’t have to do anything, but what he doesn’t understand is that not only do I need to do this, I desperately want to. I’ve imagined touching him,reallytouching him, so many times that the velvety skin of his cock in my hand doesn’t strike me as foreign. Honestly it feels a lot like my own cock, except it’s smaller and leaks more.
“You’re so wet,” I purr against his mouth, no longer kissing so much as sharing breaths as Ari pants and moans. “Fuck, Ari. I want to… I want to make you feel so good.”
“So good,” Ari agrees, breaths coming fast and heavy.
He whimpers when I release his cock to grip his pants and underwear. He lifts his hips so I can pull the material down his ass and thighs, and his cock bumps my chin. As if replying to a plea for attention, I dip down and take it into my mouth, sloppily bobbing and sucking to get a better angle. Ari cries out, bending forward like he was punched in the gut, and steadies himself with his hands on my shoulders. In my haste to get Ari’s cock in my mouth, I forgot I was mid-task, so his pants are only down to below his knees. I continue giving what is probably the world’s most awkward, uncoordinated, amateur blowjob in existence as I finish pulling his pants and underwear to his ankles and releasing one leg from the material. Then I go in for the kill—well, I hope I do, at least. I’m too obsessed with the feeling of him in my mouth to consider releasing him long enough to readjust. Instead, I hook an arm around the back of one leg and hold on while I take him as deep as I can, slurpingand sucking and bobbing on him while he leans back on his elbow, one hand tangled in my hair.
“Will!” Ari cries out. “I’m gonna—Oh, shit,Will?—”
