Crashing into Fate (Maple Grove #25) - Lynn Hagen Page 0,33

couldn’t help how Lewis affected him. One come-hither look and Arlan was putty in the man’s hands.

“Put your arms around my neck,” Lewis commanded.

Arlan did as he was told. He stretched his arms upward and glanced down, watching Lewis’s thick fingers stroke his aching cock, the head weeping with pre-cum.

“I can’t seem to keep my hands off you,” Lewis purred.

With his free hand, Lewis worked Arlan’s underwear down to his thighs. The exposure made Arlan feel naughty.

Lewis’s free hand ghosted over Arlan’s stomach, making the muscles contract as he inhaled sharply. Lewis’s hand was tanned, callused, and appeared large against Arlan’s pale, flat belly. The contrast was such a turn-on.

“You drive me crazy, hon.” Lewis hissed as Arlan teased him.

Arlan wanted to get fucked so badly that he was ready to beg for it. Releasing Lewis’s neck, Arlan slid to his knees, which wasn’t easy considering Lewis had him damn near pinned to the bed.

Arlan glanced up at Lewis, into those pretty green eyes, and saw just how much the man wanted him. Lewis’s lips were parted, his eyes focused on Arlan as Arlan took the man’s cock into his mouth.

“Shit, sweetheart.” Lewis’s head fell back as his hands clamped onto Arlan’s head. His fingers strangled Arlan’s hair, tugging at the strands as Arlan licked and sucked, drawing out the pre-cum at the slit.

Lewis’s thighs tensed as Arlan took Lewis’s dick all the way down his throat. He gagged, pulled back, and then coughed. Arlan had never been any good at giving blowjobs, but he was determined to get Lewis off.

The musky and masculine scent invaded Arlan’s lungs. The broad head filled his mouth as he used his tongue to lick at the silky skin. Lewis hissed again, his fingers tightening in Arlan’s hair.

Arlan had never handled a cock this big before. He wrapped his hands around the base to detract inches and then attempted to take Lewis back down his throat.

“Close,” Lewis said between clenched teeth.

That single word spurred Arlan on. He pumped his fist as he sucked at the head, excited to taste the man. Lewis arched his back and gave a loud grunt before his cum splashed the back of Arlan’s throat. He tried to drink it all down, but Arlan pulled back, coughing and swallowing as Lewis collapsed against the bed.

“Damn, Arlan.” Lewis panted, wiped his arm over his brow, and then lifted Arlan from his knees. “I was planning on sucking your dick.”

“Complaining?” Arlan asked as he leaned back, showing Lewis just how badly he needed to get off. His cock jutted, pulsing, and Arlan was seconds away from begging Lewis to take care of his problem.

“Fuck no.” Lewis wedged himself between Arlan’s legs and returned the favor. Arlan’s eyes rolled to the back of his head when the man swallowed him whole.

“Oh god!” Arlan scratched at the blankets, bucked, and writhed beneath Lewis. The man’s tongue was magic as Arlan shot close to the edge and nearly tumbled over into the abyss.

Lewis didn’t let up. He sucked, licked, and stroked Arlan. Arlan was close. God, he was close, and he wanted that release, needed it. Nothing else mattered to him at that moment as Lewis pulled at Arlan’s balls and used his throat muscles to massage Arlan’s cock.

When Lewis slid a finger into Arlan’s ass, Arlan shattered. He contorted on the bed as Lewis drank down every last drop. Arlan’s heart pounded heavily in his chest as he sagged like a wet noodle.

He was done for. Arlan yawned and crawled up the bed, resting his head on the pillow. “That’s one way to put me back to sleep.”

Arlan’s heart skipped a beat as Lewis crawled toward him. He looked like the predator that he was. His sinewy muscles flexed as he moved, and even though Arlan had just climaxed, his dick twitched, as if it were trying to come back to life.

Then his mate curled his body around Arlan’s and pulled him close, cocooning him in against his hard flesh.

Had he just thought of Lewis as his mate? Yeah, he had, and it had sounded perfect.

Arlan’s eyelids had begun to lower, sleep pulling him under, when he heard a loud bang and an even louder curse.

Lewis jackknifed, scrambling for his underwear.

“What is it?” Arlan sat up, looking around the room. “Is someone breaking in through the bathroom?”

That wouldn’t account for the shouting. What the hell was going on?

“Stay right there,” Lewis demanded as he ran for the door.

“Like hell.” Arlan jumped out of bed,