Page 46 of Forever We Fall

“Yes.” I shiver as the last of my cum jets between his fingers.

Arlo gives himself over to the pleasure, arching his chin high and thrusting his hips into my hold. When he’s finished, he exhales and relaxes onto his side.

“That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” I stare at him in awe.

“The hottest?” His brow hikes. “Aren’t you a porn guru?”

“Yes.” I laugh. “Still, it’s true.”

“What’s true is we made a mess.” He holds my slightly softening dick. I’m not embarrassed by it. I find I’d let him hold it forever, lead me around like a dog on a leash by it.

“Shower. Breakfast. Then I’ll teach you some more Japanese.” I wink.

“Can you imagine how fluent I’ll be by the end of this two-week holiday?” His thumb grazes the underside of my length.

Amazingly, I grow in his hand. “You are a quick study.” I groan and grin so wide my cheeks hurt.

“I’ll be the best student you’ve ever had.”

“You’ll be the only student I have.” Without making things awkward, I want him to know I won’t be messing with Nate anymore.

His smile says he understands and likes it.

“Will you teach me some Spanish?” I beg.

He holds up a cum-coated finger. “Are you ready for your first lesson, deviant?”

I stare at his finger covered in both our orgasms. My heart churns like it’s revving to jump out of my chest. “Yes.”

“Whenever I tell you to do something, you say, ‘Sí Papi.’”

“Sí Papi.” I lick my lips. I’m hard as a fucking rock already. My mind swims, imagining the things we can do in this room together. With most of the students gone home for the holidays, we don’t have to be quiet or too discreet.

“Abre la boca.”

Arlo’s gaze drops to my mouth. Plus, I remember the word for mouth is boca. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to understand what he wants from me. “Sí Papi.” I part my lips and loll out my tongue.

“Eres perfecto,” he purrs and then marks mi boca.

“You have to stop laughing.” Arlo tuts.

I brace against the wall of the shower with both hands, look at Arlo kneeling at my feet with my dick inches from his face, and fight against the contractions of my stomach. It’s no use. Every time he swipes the soapy rag between my toes, my giggles ignite once more.

“Not such a tough guy now, are you?” he taunts, zipping the rag over my arch.

All sense of decorum leaves me, and I squeal.

Arlo’s unadulterated laughter blends with mine. It’s tattered and reedy and the most glorious thing I’ve ever heard.

His mouth is stretched wide. The smile lines around his mouth come out to play once in a while, but they’re not used nearly enough. That’s about to change. I’ll make him smile every day.

“All clean.” He laughs and stands.

I trace the lines of his smile.

He stares at my mouth, and his smile shifts to a smirk. Then something headier and more intense comes out. His hand clamps around the back of my neck. He licks his lips.

He’s going to kiss me.

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