Page 46 of The Arrangement

Too afraid to breathe, let alone twitch after nearly choking him to death, I held perfectly still.

“Blink once for no and twice for yes,” he said with a small smile. I blinked twice. “Good. Since it’s my treat, I can have it the way I want it.” He paused, leading me to believe it was a question.

I hesitated. That opened the door to a lot of unknowns, but I trusted him as much as I trusted Alex. I blinked twice.

He let out a breath that sounded startlingly like relief. “Then I’d like to enjoy my treat by you fucking my face.” My eyes widened in alarm. “Easy, baby boy. I can handle it. Remember, red, yellow, green goes for me too. It will just look a little different.” He squeezed my thigh, and I slowly blinked twice, betraying my uncertainty. “One tap to ease up. Two for air. Squeezes are green. Will that work for you?”

This was ‌the opposite of everything I’d ever been told or taught. Except… hewantedit. There were clear boundaries. If he needed to stop, he’d tell me. I gave it another second of deliberation, then, even though it felt like my heart was in my throat, I blinked twice. When happiness washed over his face, I hated that I’d considered only blinking once.

Rather than simply remove his hand from my mouth, he slid it around to cup the back of my neck and pulled me forward to meet him in a slow, sensual kiss. Our tongues tangled in a dance I finally felt like I knew the steps to, even as we lightly nippedat each other’s lips. Then he was kissing his way back down my body again. This time when he swallowed me down, and I reflexively thrust up, I didn’t back off. His groan of enjoyment as I drove into mouth had me clawing at his scalp, twisting my fingers in his silken amber curls, and pulling.

He tapped once, and I eased off enough for him to set his own rhythm, bobbing his head up and down. Each time he gagged and his throat constricted, it was like I fell into Wonderland amidst the singing flowers. I didn’t realize I’d started thrusting again until he tapped my thigh twice. I instantly pressed my hips back against the sofa, and he gasped for air.

Worry prickled the back of my neck, but he wrapped his hand around my shaft and gave me a grin that made me wonder for a hot minute if Ihadactually fallen into Wonderland. His lips were red and swollen from being over-stretched and abused. Spit dribbled down his chin while tears streamed from the corners of his eyes. His hair was in wild disarray, and his face was splotchy and flushed. In short, he was a complete wreck. And I’d never seen anyone so happy in my life.

He flashed me a cheeky grin and winked, then dove right back down with exactly zero warning. The people across the street probably heard my shout, but it was nothing compared to the sound I made when he sucked me down as deep as I could go while tugging on my balls. Everything was so slippery that his finger slid along my taint and I didn’t even have a chance to warn him before I was shooting down his throat hard enough for my vision to go blurry. I was still adrift in the post-orgasm haze when I realized he’d sat up on his knees and was furiously fisting his cock.

“Nu-uh,” I mumbled, awkwardly reaching for him. He barely got his hand out of the way before he collapsed on top of me. “You got your treat, now I want mine.” He must have wiped his mouth while I was still out of it, because it was miraculously spit-free when I captured him with a desperate kiss. Not that it would have stopped me.

He grunted into me, and as much as I wanted to know it felt like to have his cock on my tongue, there was no way in hell I was convincing my body to move from this spot. “Marc,” he groaned deeply, dropping his forehead to my shoulder and rolling his hips against me like he had earlier.

“Fuck yeah. That’s what I want.” I snaked my hand between us, wrapped my fingers around his dick, which was impressively slick, and started jacking him. “Get off on me. I want to feel your seed spill over my hand. Paint my chest with it,” I added, sucking kisses out on his neck as he continued to thrust into my tight grip with increasing speed.

“Fuck, Marc. Fuck. Fuck.Fuuuuuuuck.” His hips jerked, and warm liquid pulsed through my fingers, granting my wish. Completely spent, he rested most of his weight on me again, his heavy pants cooling the sweat on my skin.

I pressed kisses into his hairline and the side of his head; anywhere I could reach, really. Slowly, I removed my hand from his softening cock, using my body as a towel, so that it was mostly clean when I re-wrapped my arm around him. Absolutely everything about this moment was perfect. I wasn’t sure how long we floated in that space when James broke the silence with a soft whisper.

“I don’t want to go.”

I tried hard not to tighten my arms around him, as if I could keep him there by will alone, as if I had any right to ask that of him. But I could dream, and hope fluttered in my chest like a butterfly come to visit the rose already in full bloom. “Then don’t,” I whispered back.

Chapter 24

James

Iwas seriously beginning to wonder if it was possible to actually vibrate out of one’s skin, because if it was, Marc was about two-point-five seconds away from doing just that. In hindsight, we probably should have waited to decorate the wall where he planned to install the display refrigerator. Thankfully, it was nowhere near as large as the monstrosity that was the walk-in taking up the back.

“Maybe I should have them put it on the other wall.” Marc darted me an anxious look and continued to chew on his thumbnail, or what was left of it.

“It looks fine where it is. Besides, this is the wall with the 220-outlet,” I said, placing a hand on the back of his neck, digging my thumb into the tense muscle.

The way he instantly relaxed made my heart soar and my chest fill with pride. It was such a small thing, but I loved that I could give him this comfort. The little groan he let out, however, was not helping.

“Okay, but—”

I subtly tightened my grip and leaned down to whisper, “Easy, baby boy. It looks great where it is. All of your hard work is paying off. Trust yourself.” When I pulled away, I was surprised to find him studying me.

“I trust you.”

Fuck, I loved him. All the times I’d fallen too fast, too hard for someone paled in comparison to how utterly gone I was for Marc Weathers. “What do you say we grab lunch at McSharry’s after they finish installing the fridge?”

He groaned and dropped his head against my chest. “It’s Saturday. They’ll bepacked.”

I chuckled, releasing my grip on his neck to run my hand down his back. “At least you know they’ll be open.”

“I’m never gonna live that down, am I?” He pushed away to check on the status of the install.

“Not in this lifetime.”