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“Too much?” he asks.

I shake my head, holding his gaze as I drag my lips back and forth over the tip of his cock. “No, it’s not too much.”

Relief flashes through his expression and he flicks the cap on the lube open with his thumb. He coats two fingers and then crooks them at me. There’s something so unbelievably filthy about being beckoned with lubed fingers that I can’t move fast enough to do exactly what he wants.

I straddle his lap, our cocks bumping against each other again, our faces an inch apart. The heat of his body radiates against mine, beads of sweat forming to slick our skin everywhere we touch. Arrow slides his slippery fingers down the crease between my cheeks, glancing them over my hole. My thighs quake and I gasp, spreading my legs wider and pushing my ass out with an impatient wiggle.

“Whose hole is this?” He nips at my earlobe and teases his fingertips around my hole, sparking my nerve endings to life and igniting that aching need deep inside of me that there’s only one cure for.

“Yours,” I pant, wiggling my hips again. “Jason.” He makes a sound that’s somewhere between a hum and a growl and taps his fingers against my twitching hole. “Please,” I whimper. “Oh my god, please.”

I lick his lips then nuzzle my nose into his beard, my hips jerking desperately. My cock bounces against his with every twitch of my hips, and a long, sticky strand of precum drips down to connect us for just a second before it breaks loose and rolls down his shaft. He pushes two fingers inside of me at once, and I let out a howl, clenching around him and then relaxing.

“That’s right, it’s mine,” he rasps, stroking his fingers in and out, his calloused knuckles catching on my rim with every thrust. “Is that a problem, sweetheart?” He sucks on the edge of my jaw, flicking the skin with his tongue and biting down gently. “Does it bother you that this is only our first date and all I can think about is finding a million ways to make sure everyone knows you’re mine?”

Heat floods me, making my toes curl and my cock seize with a trembling pleasure that has just as much to do with his possessive words as it does the way he’s stroking his fingers over my prostate with fluttering taps that have my eyes rolling back in my head.

“No,” I answer breathlessly. “I want it.”

A deep, satisfied sound rumbles through him. He tightens his arm around my waist and fucks me harder with his fingers, grunting my name again and again into the crook of my neck. The force of his fingers grinds me against his cock with every thrust.

“Jason, please, fuck me.” My cock twitches and leaks, my whole body tight as a bow, riding the razor’s edge of an orgasm. “I want to come with your cock inside me.”

He eases his fingers out and I fumble for the condom, tearing it open and rolling it down his shaft. Once he’s sheathed, I grip his base to hold him steady, then sink down onto his cock. I throw my head back and moan. The way he stretches my hole, the weight of his cock hitting every pleasure spot inside of me, it’s all too fucking perfect. I swivel my hips, gasping and whining at the heat that rolls through me from the tips of my toes all the way to my balls.

Arrow presses his face into my throat, licking a hot, wet stripe from my collarbone up to my chin.

“Mine,” he growls, his cock twitching and swelling inside of me.

“Yours,” I agree, giving up the swiveling in favor of bouncing, taking his cock deep over and over.

Our mouths find each other again and we fall into a feverish rhythm, kissing, fucking, gasping each other’s names as we tattoo finger shaped bruises onto each other’s skin. My head spins and my thighs burn with the exertion.

My balls constrict and my hole quivers and tightens around his cock, heat coiling tighter and tighter in my gut. Our tongues tangle and the flavor of him floods my mouth, his scent filling my nose, his muffled grunts and groans echoing in my ears. I can feel him everywhere, filling me, consuming me, owning me.

I let out a strangled cry against his lips and slam myself down onto him again just as my cock heaves untouched and pleasure rockets through me. I grind deep onto his cock, rocking and twitching and panting his name as I paint his skin with rope after rope of my release.

He watches me with almost pained-looking awe on his face until my balls are drained and my muscles feel like Jell-O, then he lifts me up and flips me over with ease. My cock doesn’t even have a chance to go soft before he’s drilling into me, fucking me into the mattress, pummeling my prostate like his life depends on it.

I scream again, my cock jerking and spasming with a dry orgasm as Arrow lets out a wild howl and spills his pleasure, his cock throbbing and pulsing inside of me.

When he finally slips out of me, he lets his weight collapse onto me for just a second and we fall into a lazy, slow kiss while we catch our breath.

“Stay?” he asks.

I give a weak smile and run my fingers through his sweat drenched hair. “Careful, you might never get me to leave.”

“Good.”

Chapter 14

ARROW

I drag my fingers over Lewis’s petal soft skin, following the curve of his spine, his back rising and falling with slow, relaxed breaths. My eyelids are heavy and my eyes are burning from lack of sleep, but I can’t stop looking at him. A strip of early morning sunlight peeks through the gap in my curtains to fall over his face. He looks just as tired as I feel, all slow blinks and sleepy smiles, his hair mussed from hours spent kissing and fooling around, and time in between when I stroked my fingers through it and we talked about everything and nothing.

“I’m going to be dragging ass all day today,” he says around a yawn. “What time is it anyway?” He starts to roll over so he can check the time, but I grab him and pull him closer before he can pick up his phone.

“Early,” I murmur. “So, so early. You have hours before you need to get out of bed.”

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