Dinner slowly returns to our normal routine, and I’m thankful for the reprieve. What I’m not thankful for, or what I’m affronted by, is how subtly handsy Arlo has become as the meal has wound down.
The horniness that sat idle during most of dinner has returned with a vengeance, and I’m ready to get the hell out of here.
It takes ten more minutes of chatting about things I’m not paying attention to, Arlo’s hand sliding between my thighs and grazing my clit every so often to make me lose my mind.
“Well.” I abruptly stand. “This was great, as usual. Dinner was delicious. If y’all want to get together tomorrow, let me know. We’re going to head out.” I reach out and grab Arlo’s hand, pulling him up as he stutters out a thanks.
Oakley hides his laughter behind his hand. Ainsley and Willow have dreamy looks on their faces, and Ledger looks like he doesn’t know what to think.
I drag him to his truck, but he spins me around as we come up to it, pinning me against the side.
“Need something, Emmerdeur?” he asks, ducking his head to press a kiss to my neck.
“You know what you were doing. Whether you were distracting me or not, I don’t care. Take me home.”
“Done.” He opens the door and lifts me into the seat like it’s nothing, and I instantly worry about his back. I open my mouth to say something, but he cuts me with a look. “I’m fine, I promise. My back is fine.”
“Then show me what you’re working with,” I say with a smirk. He slams the door and runs around to the driver’s side. I can’t wait to see what he has in store for me tonight.
Chapter 34
Rina
He slams the front door behind him, hands slipping under my shirt and ripping it off over my head. His lips are everywhere and my head dizzy with lust.
I try to reciprocate, but he bends down, pressing his shoulder to my stomach and hoisting me in the air over his shoulder.
“You’re going to hurt yourself,” I grumble as I smack his ass.
“Quiet, Marina,” he growls as he stomps to the bedroom. He gently lowers me down onto the mattress that’s on the floor, and I can’t help but laugh every time I see it.
“I’ll make you a bedframe, I promise,” I say in between my laughter.
“Nope. We had a deal, and I’m standing by it.” He reaches behind his neck, pulling his shirt off by the collar, and there’s something about that move that has me squirming. He quickly kicks off his shoes as he unbuttons his jeans and shoves them down with his boxers.
With him completely naked in front of me, my hands move to my breasts of their own accord. I pinch and roll my nipples as my legs clench together to find some relief.
“You are so fucking sexy,” he whispers as his hand glides up and down his cock while he watches me.
My hands move to my leggings, hooking my thumbs in the waistband, and I lift my hips to get them off. Arlo smirks the whole time, not helping me. I’m just watching as he swipes a bead of pre-cum from the head and glides it down.
“So, Mr. Steel, what’s on the agenda tonight?” I ask.
“Get on your knees.”
Moving without thought, I scramble to my knees in front of him. The bed on the floor is the perfect height for what I assume he’s alluding to, and with the added cushion on my knees, it makes me think a floor bed isn’t such a terrible idea after all.
His free hand cups my jaw, his thumb trailing along my bottom lip before gently pushing it into my mouth.
“Suck,” he commands.
I groan as his thumb pushes against my tongue. His demanding presence awakens something in me I never knew I wanted. Swirling my tongue around his thumb before I suck it, I imagine it’s his dick instead. He curses under his breath before ripping it from my mouth.
He takes a step forward, guiding his cock to my lips, and I open greedily.
“You want my cock, Emmerdeur? Does it make you wet to suck me like you own me?”
I moan against his skin, closing my eyes and squeezing my legs together.
