Merry Measure - Lily Morton Page 0,59

kneeling and lining up his cock. His gaze is steady on mine as he pushes into me, the only sign of any tension the corded muscles of his neck.

I’m braced for the usual pain, but this time there isn’t any. Just a slow, easy slide until his sharp hipbones and the soft pouch of his sac meet my body as he bottoms out. He rests there for a long second, and I try an experimental wriggle.

“Oh God, don’t,” he says in an anguished whisper.

“Why?”

“Because I’ll come if you so much as breathe,” he says through clenched teeth.

Unbelievably, I laugh.

He groans. “Shit, that tightens you up.” He slaps my hip lightly. “Be still.”

“I can’t do that for long.” I groan as he shifts, and his cock rubs against my prostate. “You can move. I’m fine.”

“Sure?”

I grab his neck, threading my fingers through his hair and kissing that full, red mouth. When I pull back, we stare at each other, smiling. He begins to thrust, slowly at first and then, as I beg and plead, faster and harder until his balls are banging against me and my eyes are screwed shut, my fingers clutching the sheets and my head digging into the pillow. The world blurs, and the only thing I can concentrate on is the feeling of his cock inside me—perfect pressure and heat, and a slide and retreat that makes my head swim.

His movements increase in speed, and I reach down and fist my cock, forcing my eyes open so I can look into those grey eyes of his. They’re foggy with passion, and his usually pouty mouth is set in a determined line. He’s braced above me, his slight body shockingly strong, his hips sharp and narrow, working hard with every thrust.

He looks down between our bodies and traces my entrance with a fingertip, feeling our connection as his dick moves in and out of me. He groans, and lightning snaps down my spine. I squeeze my eyes shut as the most powerful orgasm I’ve ever had tears through me. I cry out as my cock jerks and empties into my hand. Arlo gives a stuttered whine, slings his hips forward and back, and then stills. His head falls back and he gives a low groan, his cock jerking in me as he comes.

When he raises his head, his grey eyes are glowing and I inhale sharply at the picture he makes. His skin is blotchy from his orgasm, and his hair wild. I feel privileged to see him this way, and, as I raise my arms to him, I’m grateful when he falls into them easily. There’s no awkwardness. It feels as though we’ve been lovers for years.

Arlo

I lie on Jack for a while, lost in the feel of his skin and his scent. Eventually, my cock starts to soften, and I pull out. He winces, and I pet his hole, soothing the skin and pushing in a couple of fingers while kissing him. He clings to me for a long second before I pull back.

“Alright?” I ask nervously.

He looks at me searchingly. Is he embarrassed that he asked for what he wanted?

Before I can reassure him, he gives a lopsided grin. “I’m so far above good. I’m on another planet.”

Relief rushes through me, and I grin down at him. I remove the condom before sliding in to his open arms and notching my head on his shoulder. The blend of scents—his deodorant and traces of sweat and sex—is a heady mix.

“That was so good,” he whispers, kissing my forehead and inhaling at my temple.

“I’m glad,” I say snuggling in, my usual after-sex high multiplied a thousand times. I feel like I could fly or win battles. I am utterly invincible at this moment.

“It’s never really been like that for me before,” he says softly.

I meet his eyes, thinking of the men he’d mentioned. My blood boils. Wankers. Who laughs at someone for their likes and dislikes during sex? I inhale slowly. Who could do that to Jack?

“Why?” I ask, careful to keep my tone even. “Because you couldn’t relax?”

He considers that and then nods. “I suppose it was that. I was too occupied with making it good for them. No one has ever…”

I nudge him. “What?”

“No one’s ever taken care of me like that. I was always the one who had to look after my partner. I’m not just talking bottoming,” he says quickly. “I had to be perfect and in control of every aspect of my