His hand snags the massive dick misshaping the crotch of his pants. “Hardly.” He stalks toward me and I dash to my bedroom. He is hot on my heels.
When I reach the end of my bed, the door slams closed and I’m trapped exactly where I want to be.
I kick my shoes off and wrestle out of my pants.
Arlo stalks forward, shedding his jacket and his shoes. “I know you remember your safe word.”
I nod and frantically unbutton my shirt.
“You’ll need it.” He unfastens his buttons and rips his shirt off, revealing the most stunningly gorgeous and abused skin I cannot get enough of. I’ve mapped every line and puckered surface with my tongue and lips. I want to do it again and again, until forever.
“Do you remember the last time we fucked at Crave, before I knew who you were?”
My thighs clench, remembering the strap at my hips and the force of his thrusts. They nearly jarred me off the bench. “Yes.”
“That was me holding back.” His belt whines from between his belt loops. The edges of his pecs, the bulge of his biceps, and the cords of his forearms flex and my body turns to jelly. He snaps the leather between his hands. I moan.
“You don’t need that today.” He unbuttons his pants. “My cock will punish you enough.” The zipper whines and I do too.
I don’t need the belt, but I’m ready for everything he’ll give me. I wait for him to order me onto the bed, but he doesn’t. I’m too mesmerized by his etched abdomen, black boxer briefs, and thick thighs to care overly much. My mouth waters.
“Your clothes, Hailey. If you value them at all, I suggest you take them off.”
My gaze drops to my shirt, bra, panties, and low socks I forgot I had on. I rush to strip, leaving a pile beneath me. He crooks his finger, and I go to him.
He wraps his arms around me. I’m instantly warm and safe.
“I’m so thankful for your touch, Arlo. I can’t imagine going without it.”
His hands delve into my hair. An insistent tug on the strands pulls my head up, and I meet his weighty gaze. “You never will.”
He attacks my mouth, engulfing me in desire. His fingers work down my body. My skin is plied to the fit of his hands. The pointed flesh of my nipples thrum against the backs of his knuckles.
Slowly, his mouth works down my neck and seals over my right nipple. The elasticity of my knees snap, threatening to topple me. My hands thread through his hair. The silky strands and the torment of his mouth make my eyes roll back into my head. He pinches my free nipple and rolls it, sending shock waves through to my core.
“Arlo.” It’s a beg and a chant.
“Huuuuuuh?” The vibration radiates through my breast, and my memories collide with reality. All the nights I’ve already spent with this man, molding my body’s pleasure to his whims. I may not have known who he was, but he knew how to send me over the edge time and again with nothing but focused bliss.
“I love your hands.”
His lips pop off my nipple and shift to my left, swallowing it back as though it were his food source. I feel the tug at my clit.
“And your mouth,” I nearly shriek.
He folds my already sore nipple back on itself and then flicks it while maintaining the vicious suction on my other nipple. My hips buck. The impending swell of orgasm builds, higher and higher, until I can’t draw a full breath.
When he bites down, I crest and crash.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” I hold him close to me and practically hump his forearm as ecstasy cracks me into a thousand tiny pieces.
“Hearing you come, watching you come has been the best part of my life for the past year and a half.” He holds me upright and kneels at my feet. “Knowing you and really seeing you is better than I ever thought possible.”
He grabs my thigh, lifts it, and sets my foot on the end of my bed, fully exposing my pussy.
I hold on to his shoulder. “It’s not bad for me either,” I pant.
The edges of his mouth tip upright, giving devil vibes. “Let’s see if I can do better than not bad.”