“Yes, fuck, more of that!” Arlo pants.
Breathing in his musky scent, I kiss my way up the turgid length of him. Arlo’s chest rises and falls faster, his hips twitching under my firm grip. I keep my eyes on his flushed face so I can witness his reaction when I avoid taking him in my mouth. It’s cruel, mayhap, but worth it when he throws back his head and groans.
“Fuck! I didn’t realize you’d be such a bloody tease!” He strains against the ropes around his wrists.
A low laugh rumbles from my throat. “You’re the one who wanted to beg, remember?” I stick out my tongue and lick the head of his cock, moaning at the salty taste of his seed beading at the slit.
“Goddess, you’re going to kill me, you bastard,” Arlo says, panting.
I flip him over, making him gasp, and spread his cheeks apart, growling when his hole gapes open for me. I dive in, licking from his entrance down his taint to suck on his swollen balls. A hoarse cry escapes Arlo, filling the room. He curses, pants, and moans as I thrust my tongue inside him. My cock throbs, surely as eager as I am to be buried inside him.
When he tries to rock back, I hold on tight to his hips so all he can do is lie there and take everything I give him. The sounds he makes awaken a primal urge within me even without my fur cloak. I want to bury myself inside him, rut into him like the wild beast I am, until all he can do is scream my name. Want to feel those hot, tight walls milking every drop of my seed as I spill inside him.
“Gunnar, Gunnar, oh my goddess, fuck! Yes, feels so bloody good. Don’t stop!” Arlo’s babbling makes a feral grin slide over my face. The scent of his precum dripping onto the sheets makes me growl. Grabbing his hips, I flip him onto his back. Arlo’s face is flushed, eyes black with lust, and his pretty cock is dripping all over his stomach.
“So beautiful,” I whisper, never meaning anything more. I hold two fingers to his lips, groaning when he sucks me into the wet, velvety heat of his mouth. Once my fingers are wet, I circle them at his entrance and push inside. Arlo bites his lip with a moan, arching his hips as I enter him.
“Gunnar,” he whines, “you’re g-going to drive me mad—” His words end in a cry when I wrap my lips around the head of his cock. The taste of his precum bursts across my tongue. He’s so hard and hot, twitching between my lips for more, and the tight grip of his ass around my fingers feels like Valhalla itself. Bobbing my head, I take him deeper, running my tongue along the vein on the underside of his cock while I pump my fingers in and out of him.
It’s difficult to do both at the same time, my mouth moving out of pace with my fingers, but Arlo’s guttural moans assure me I’m doing a fair job. The sounds he makes, the taste of his cock, the stranglehold his tight hole has on my fingers—it’s all so perfect.
“I-I’m going to come,” Arlo warns me. “Shit, I’m so close.”
That’s my sign to withdraw my fingers and pull off his cock. He exhales harshly and slumps into the bed, breathing as if he’s been running a mile.
Gods, he’s a wreck. I did that.
“Fuck, I wanna touch you so badly,” Arlo says breathlessly, wriggling against his restraints. “Can I? Please?”
I clench my fists, surprised by how fast I almost jumped to do as he asked. Bending over, I kiss his lips, slipping my tongue inside so he can taste himself. “Easy, love. I’ll give you what you need. Trust me.”
“I do,” Arlo whispers, and his confession takes the air from my lungs.
I’m going to make him feel so good.
Grabbing his thighs, I lift his legs over my shoulders. I grab the lube from the drawer and slick myself up fast, so desperate to be inside him I think I’ll die unless it happens now.
As I push inside, Arlo’s eyes close and he bites his lip so hard it whitens. I almost stop to check on him, but he lifts his hips and urges me in deeper until my legs slap the back of his ass and I can go no deeper.
“Fuck. You’re amazing, Lo,” I groan, rocking my hips. My cock glides effortlessly in and out of his body, so tight and hot around me.
“Feel so good,” Arlo whimpers, legs tightening around my shoulders so he can meet my thrusts.
Breathless moans spill from Arlo’s lips as I move faster until the sound of skin on skin fills the bedroom. Grabbing his hips, I pull him down onto my cock again and again, losing myself in his cries and the grip of his body. Fuck, I could stay inside him forever. I’d fuck him until my heart gave out, and I’d die the happiest man in all the realms. Never want this to end, but it will soon.
Every muscle tightens and my cock feels hard enough to hammer metal. Even though we’re as close as two people can be, it isn’t enough. Lifting Arlo’s hips higher so I can lean in closer, almost folding him in half, I claim his mouth with mine. A feral sound comes out of me as I swallow every moan and cry, my hips moving hard and fast like my life depends on it.
“Gonna come, Lo,” I growl against his mouth. “You want it?”
“Yes,” Arlo whines, “oh goddess, want it so much.”
There’s so much precum dribbling down his length that he can’t be far behind. “Gonna come for me, Lo?”
“Yes. I’m so close. So close. Make me come. Please.”
Knowing what he needs, I wrap my hand around his dripping cock and stroke until every muscle in his body goes taut and his back arches off the mattress. “Goddess, Gunnar, yes!” he criesand tightens around me as he erupts, covering his chest and stomach with his seed. The bliss that grips his face, the way he shouts my name, is my undoing. I pound into him relentlessly, chasing my release until pleasure crashes over me. Arlo moans, smiling blissfully as I twitch and throb inside him, filling him with my cum.
My heart races so hard and fast, I wonder if it will stop. Gasping, I slump against him, our foreheads touching. His fervent pants hit my mouth in hot gusts. Needing his arms around me, I untie the ropes, and the moment his hands are free, he’s holding me tightly to him.
