Page 72 of The Arrangement

I moaned around him, and my eyes threatened to shutter. Literally the only thing that could make this moment better was if he used my flower name. Though maybe not, since I was already so keyed up that hearing him call me “Tulip” in that husky voice probably would have made me come on the spot.

“Do you still want me to top?”

It took my addled brain a moment to place the term, and I nodded, running my hands over his thick thighs and giving them a squeeze for emphasis.

“Good as your mouth feels, I’m going to need a color, baby boy.” I continued to suck him as he dragged his dick from my mouth. “Fuck, so good,” he hissed before he came free with a pop. “Color, Specialist.”

“Green,” I said without hesitation, though my voice was raw. God, I wanted him so badly. Wanted to know if I’d experience the same pleasure he did when bottoming.

He shook his head, and his chest expanded with a deep, shaky breath. “You’re going to be my undoing, Marc Weathers.” I could live with that, especially if it meant he stayed herewith me. He held out a hand and pulled me to my feet. He studied my face, his thumb tracing my lips.

“Did I do something wrong?” Doubt bubbled in my stomach, mixing with my nerves and making me queasy. He’d shook his head. Did that mean he didn’t want to “top me” as he put it? WasI supposed to be doing something, and yet again didn’t know the playbook?

He shook his head again, giving up ‌tracing‌ my mouth to cup my face. “Never,” he whispered and leaned down for a kiss. He wrapped his other arm around me and pulled me flush against him as he deepened the kiss. Rather than the fierceness I’d expected, his gentle exploration slowly took me apart, as if he were searching out each insecurity fogging my mind and eliminating them.

I moaned into him, barely aware that I was rutting against him. The glide of his slick cock against mine was a heady sensation that only served to further untether me. Then he rounded his hand over my ass, sliding his finger along my crease and causing me to buck into him. He removed his hand, and I ‌whimpered with dismay. Thankfully, he didn’t leave me wanting long, sealing his mouth over mine as his hand returned, this time with slick fingers. I didn’t have the bandwidth to figure out how he’d pulled off that bit of magic and blue-screened when he rubbed over my entrance. I broke out of the kiss with a gasp edged with a whine as his thick finger slid with agonizing slowness into me.

“Damn, you’re tight,” he rumbled against my neck between biting kisses. All the while his finger thrust smoothly in and out of me. I tensed when he went to add another finger. After some gentle coaxing, I relaxed enough for the second digit to join the first. He twisted his fingers as he stroked deeper, and I let out an indecent moan. “That feel good, baby boy?”

“Yes,” I admitted as he sucked kisses along my neck. He returned to claim my mouth with a deep kiss that created a feedback loop of pleasure between his mouth and his steadily thrusting fingers.

“Yes, what?” he growled, pulling at my bottom lip and applying pressure to my prostate again.

I gasped out, “Yes, s-sir.”

“You feel so good squeezing my fingers. I can’t wait to feel this tight ass around my cock.” He continued to torture my prostate, and I barely flinched when he added a third finger. The measured thrust of his fingers smoothed away the sting, and in no time I was writhing against him, desperate for more.

“James,” I quietly pleaded with him.

“I’ve got you, baby boy.” He slowly pulled his fingers free, leaving me feeling strangely empty. “Where do you want me?”

It took a second to get my brain online enough to form words. “Couch. I want you to sit on the couch.” I was downright bereft when he released me to walk over to the sofa. I watched in a daze as he made himself comfortable on the cushions, spreading his thighs wide and rolling on the condom before adding more lube to his dick. He arched an eyebrow at me, and I walked toward him like a moth drawn to a flame.

Like so much of what we did, crawling onto his lap to straddle him felt perfectly natural. All of my awkwardness seemed to have been left behind as I leaned up to kiss him. He kneaded my ass as I got lost in the tangle of our tongues. When we pulled apart, he gave me a searching look. “Green, sir,” I said without being prompted.

He snatched another kiss, then angled the head of his swollen dick toward my stretched hole. At his subtle encouragement, I sank down with agonizing slowness. “That’s it. Take your time. I’m not going anywhere.”

By the time my cheeks touched his thighs, I’d broken a sweat, my breathing was labored, and my chest felt like it might actually explode with feeling. I’d thought I was full before—I was wrong. His fingers felt woefully inadequate as preparation compared to his monster dick being inside me.

“How you doin’, baby boy?” he asked softly as he stroked my back with his broad hands.

I groaned and buried my face against his neck. “S-still green, s-sir.” Already the burn of being stretched so much was subsiding into an overwhelming ache for more. He pulled me off enough to give him room to flex his hips. A gasp punched out of me and I lifted my head to meet his intense gaze. “Again, sir. Please.” I caught a glimpse of something infinitely soft and vulnerable beneath the lust darkening his eyes, then he thrust up again and there was only mind-bending pleasure arcing up my spine.

We settled into an unhurried rhythm, alternating between him thrusting and me rocking my hips as we floated in a world of sensation where only the two of us existed. My orgasm gradually built until it felt like it would shatter me into a million pieces.

“James,” I moaned, rolling my hips so he stroked that spot that made me soar.

He gathered me closer, placing tender kisses on my face—my forehead, my cheeks, my nose, and finally my mouth. I sighed, giving myself to him completely as he took over, the drag of his cock in my channel driving me wild and closer to the edge as his pace increased. I broke out of the latest sweet kiss with a cry as my release blindsided me without either of us touching my dick.

James grunted as his thrusts became sharper and more erratic. Then his hold on me tightened, and he threw his head back in a silent shout as he emptied himself into the condom. Satisfied contentment wrapped around me, making me feel warm and sleepy, not just at how good I felt, but at how good I’d made him feel. Unable to stop myself, I brushed my lips along the column of his throat. I’d have gladly stayed like that for hours. Unfortunately, my body didn’t agree. Too soon discomfort took over, and I carefully got up, my ass not remotely happy at being empty after being so full.

“Why don’t you clean up while I get rid of the condom?” he suggested as he pushed up from the couch, holding the rubber in place.

“Sure thing, Honeysuckle,” I replied drowsily as I swayed toward him for another kiss. Surprise flickered across his face, but I was too out of it to figure out why. I shuffled to the en suite to do as he said, eager to be back in his arms. Except when I returned to the living room, he’d put on a fresh pair of briefs and looked like he was getting ready to nap on the couch. Without me.

He glanced over as if sensing my pout. “Is everything all right?” His concern would have been more touching if I wasn’t so irritated with his weird insistence not to snuggle in the bed with me. It was possible he didn’t like snuggling, but all evidence pointed to the contrary. “Marc?”

“Are we really going to keep pretending we don’tbothwant you in here?” I asked with an edge of challenge. When his only response was to gape at me, I held out my hand and softened my tone. “Lie down with me.” The same soft vulnerability flickered in his eyes, but he didn’t move. “Please, James. Come to bed.” I stopped before I could add, “where you belong,” but it still seemed to hang in the air.