Merry Measure - Lily Morton Page 0,56

his words.

I wink at him. “Just pretend to be looking at the view,” I advise.

I rub my thumb over the head of his cock, collecting the precome there and using it to slick my grip. He closes his eyes for a long second, and when he opens them again, they’re cloudy with desire and his body language has changed. He’s loose and easy now, his face betraying the pleasure of me taking control. He looks unseeingly out of the window. His face lit by the candlelight looks dreamy and unfocused, and I feel another wave of that possessiveness roar through me.

And while my thoughts whirl, I carry on jerking him, keeping my movements minimal and careful, so they don’t betray what we’re doing. I keep a wary eye on the other passengers to protect Jack.

After a few seconds, he reaches down to grab my fingers, not to stay them but to tighten my grip. I oblige and watch closely. His breath stutters and then he goes stiff. He gives a soft grunt that only I can hear, and my hand is suddenly full of slippery warmth. I immediately grab one of the napkins I set in my lap and enfold his cock to catch the rest of his load.

“Oh my God,” he breathes. He slumps against the table. “Jesus Christ.”

“I know,” I say, cleaning my hand with another napkin. “And just think what I could do if you weren’t wearing that Big Bird poncho.”

His laughter is rich and warm, and I smile helplessly at him.

“That was amazing,” he says. He suddenly seems to remember where we are and looks around worriedly.

No one is paying attention to us, and he relaxes as he turns back to me.

I chuckle. “I told you it was okay,” I say. “I wouldn’t let anyone see you like that.”

“Yes, you did tell me,” he says thoughtfully.

I wait for him to explain, but the boat slows, and I realise that we’re at our stop. The next few minutes are spent gathering our stuff and exiting the boat.

We climb off, thanking the driver, and step onto the road that leads back to the hotel. The snow has stopped for the moment, and the Jordaan neighbourhood is busy now with bars and restaurants filling with people, and commuters making their way home on their bikes.

Jack stares straight ahead with no expression on his face, and I begin to worry. Is he angry that I did that? But when he takes my hand again, I breathe out slowly and relax.

We walk quietly for a few moments, and then he clears his throat. “I’ve never seen Amsterdam while having a hand job before,” he says chattily.

I choke on my spit. When I recover, he’s laughing at me.

I put my nose in the air. “Yes, well, stick with me, and you’ll have lots of new experiences,” I say loftily.

He pulls me to a stop, and I look up at him enquiringly. “How about you fucking me?” he asks almost tentatively.

I gape at him. I’m discombobulated, because when I imagined having sex with him, and I’ve imagined it many times, it was always him fucking me. But now I think of the way he was on the boat, the way he let me take the lead and that funny look of relief on his face.

“You want that?” I ask, my voice hoarse.

He closes his eyes for a second, his long eyelashes fluttering, and when he opens them, the heat is unmistakable. “Yes,” he says.

“Then let’s get moving a bit more quickly,” I say, charging forward.

He laughs, the sound warm and low. “Arlo, you’re … you’re jogging.”

“Did you, or did you not, just ask me to top you?”

He bites his lip. “I did.”

“Then get with the programme, Jack. We need to be naked pretty quickly, or I’m going to come in my jeans.”

Thirteen

Jack

When we get into the hotel room, Arlo’s burst of speed abates, and he looks at me searchingly. “Are you sure you want me to top you, Jack?”

I examine my feelings. It doesn’t take long and then I nod vigorously. “I do. But only if you want to,” I add hurriedly.

He gives a crooked smile. “I think my hard-on demonstrates that I might be able to tolerate it.”

I stare down at the tent in his jeans and swallow hard. God, I want him in me.

He takes off my parka and then his, before hanging them up. As he quickly unwraps my scarf from his neck, I realise that his movements seem more