Page 58 of Dead Serious with Benefits
I froze when he slid to the edge of the couch and pulled me forward by my hips. A hiss escaped me when his lips met the tip of my dick before parting and taking me into his mouth, and I had to change my position so my hands were on the back of the couch. He seemed comfortable taking me into his throat as I sank further.
“Ahh,” I whispered as a shudder ran down my back, and he stopped pulling, simply holding my hips in a firm grip. From there, he was able to pull back until only the tip sat at his lips, then push forward to take me almost to the root. “If this is you in sore need of a date, I can only imagine what you’d be like if you worked a bit of the rust off.”
“Shush,” he chuckled, pulling off my dick to grip the base so he could run his tongue up and down the underside. Pleasure rippled through me as I saw him in a new light. I had wanted him from pretty early on, but I had a hard time picturing him being sexual. Now he was under me, using his tongue to find the spots that made my breath catch and my fingers tighten on the back of the leather couch. I didn’t know why I’d questioned whether hewas capable of true sexual expression, but now I could see I was absolutely wrong, and I would take it back when I had the brain cells capable of doing so.
For now, I was enraptured by the feel and the sight of him wrapping his lips around my cock and taking me deep. All my fantasies of what that moment would look like didn’t compare to the reality. The only way it could get better was if there was more light. That way, I could watch as each inch disappeared into his mouth as he then took me into his throat, making me groan when his throat tightened around my cock and milked all the pleasure it could from it.
“God,” I groaned, running my hand through his hair, and then my shirt bunched up and made it difficult to move smoothly. With a huff, I leaned back enough to yank at my clothes, ignoring the popping of buttons as I managed to get down to my dress shirt, and throw it off to the side.
When I was done, Arlo was smirking up at me. “Finished?”
“Yes,” I said with more cockiness than was strictly necessary. “Why?”
“You flailing around made it difficult to keep going without getting smacked by a stray limb,” he said, but his eyes searched my body. “Very nice.”
“I have time to work on it,” I said with a shrug. “Some of us have too much free time.”
“Time well spent,” he said as he ran a hand from the part of my chest he could reach down to stroke my stomach. “That’s easy enough to see.”
I sat down on his legs, gripping my dick and stroking it softly as I leaned forward to kiss him. “I got enough of a glimpse yesterday to see that you’re not exactly slacking. So how about you prove me right?”
He snorted. “Subtle.”
“My dick was just in your mouth, I think we can cast subtlety out the window.”
“Fair enough.”
He was far more careful taking his clothes off, probably because they weren’t technically his. I, however, didn’t care if he ripped the shirt straight off his body if it meant I had access sooner. Impatience wasn’t going to get me to the finish line any faster, and really, I had to remind myself that I enjoyed the build-up, not racing toward the finish line. In fact, it had been years since I’d felt an overwhelming urgency to get through everything, not because I wasn’t enjoying myself, but because everything was building up inside me so quickly and intensely that I might explode at any moment.
“And there, see?” I said once he was down to his pants and underwear. “Exactly as I said.”
Before he could say anything, I leaned forward and kissed him, twisting so he fell onto his back on the couch. He was spread out beneath me, and I broke the kiss only to slide my mouth down his jaw and nuzzle his neck. Arlo gave a most encouraging noise when my teeth slid across his skin, the noise deepening when I sank them to the point that it probably caused pain. Except the noise he made was anything but pained, and I felt his fingers tighten on my shoulders as I dragged my teeth down his neck to his collarbone.
I confirmed my findings when I nipped his collarbone. First gently and then with more force, and he groaned again. I knew then I was dealing with someone who wasn’t afraid and probably even craved a bit of force and pain with his sex. That was something to keep in mind for the future, but for the moment, I was focused on running my mouth down his chest and my hands down his sides.
True, I was in slightly better shape in the sense that I was more toned, and it was more evident that I had seen the insideof a gym quite often, but there was no one with a functioning brain who was going to pretend he was out of shape. The flat planes of his body were covered in tight muscle that I could feel shifting under my kisses and nips. His stomach jumped when my teeth grazed his side before I planted my mouth on his hips and sucked gently, then harder. His body writhed under me, and I kept going, knowing I was going to leave a mark, but not caring because hell, it was on a part of his body he was going to keep covered up anyway.
I kept going until I reached his groin, where I could wrap my hand around his cock, slapping it against the side of my face before sliding it over my lips. Tongue out, I went from base to tip and back, sucking the base of his cock to hear the low noise of pleasure he made. Back up again, and I wrapped my lips around the tip, sucking gently before taking him further down.
According to his brother, Arlo was metaphorically rusty. I wasn’t, and wouldn’t hold back from pulling every trick I’d learned and every skill I’d developed to the forefront. His dick wasn’t a monster, but it wasn’t small, and I still took him all the way down to the root, feeling him fill my throat in one swift movement of my head.
“Oh God,” he groaned loudly, his hands gripping my shoulder and holding tightly. Apparently, I was doing well enough to make him forget his brother was just down the hallway, that or he remembered his brother was doing his best to block out any noise. So if I could continue to push him to make more noises like that, I would consider the night a success. “Jesus.”
My mother had taught me not to speak with my mouth full, so I hummed to tell him I understood. I had to test to see what he liked, but based on what I’d learned so far, I had a damn good idea. Sure enough, easing back to the tip, I dove forward, sheathing him in my throat and squeezing the muscles aroundhim before repeating it, working up a rhythm that was deep and fast, but didn’t risk my mouth flying off his cock or scraping him with my teeth.
Arlo’s pretense of trying to keep quiet despite his brother’s assurance that he would hear nothing was quickly disappearing. His body was stiff below me, quivering slightly as his legs spread further, giving me greater access. The soft noises he had made before were coming more often and with more force. I could feel his hips starting to bow upwards, pushing toward the source of his pleasure.
“Stop, stop,” he insisted, pushing at my head with a ragged gasp. “Not yet, no.”
It was with deep reluctance that I finally pulled off him. Part of me screamed to keep going, to hear his desperation as he grew close, finally reaching a crescendo before everything crashed down. I wanted to feel his orgasm tear through him as I took him as deep as possible, to taste him on my tongue as he came hard, his body shaking as he cried out, maybe even loud enough to pierce whatever music Dom had on full blast in his ears.
“Damn you,” I grumbled as I pulled away, eyeing his cock, shining from the work I had put in. “Damn you to hell.”
“Bedroom,” he managed to get out, his voice firm, but I could hear the quiver in it.
“There something in there we need that desperately that you stopped me?” I asked with a raised brow.
He sat up, grabbing the back of my neck, pulling me in to kiss me fiercely. My stomach twisted, and I groaned when my cock slid up against his stomach, the friction enough to drive me insane. “I want...to be inside you. Now.”
