Chapter 142
(ARLO)
“We need to wait until you heal.” Miles says.
“I really don’t want to, but yeah. I guess it makes sense.” I kiss his sexy chest and watch his full lips, and a frustrating sexual urge gnaws at me. He is so sexy but in a thuggish way. I can’t believe that I’m into him, and never seem to get enough of him. He shoots me a dark, sensual glance, and my whole body throbs.
“So, you still want to go through with the wedding as scheduled?” He asks in a guarded gruff tone.
There was a time I’d have sworn that he was hinting at not wanting to go through with the wedding. But right now, I’m beginning to understand him. Miles is a closed person because of how he was raised. He trusts Sasha with his life, but other than Sasha, I doubt he has let down his guard with anyone else. Maybe ever.
I feel my chest twinge as I watch him. His face is more familiar than ever. It’s like I have known him forever. The emotions I feel for him now are all raw and new. I’ve never loved anyone quite like this before. Of course, there are people that I have my fair share of enjoyment with, but it’s all different with Miles. My feelings for him permeate my soul.
I stifle my pride and say, “I can’t wait for Saturday p>
He gazes at me. I feel that all his fear and desire have mingled into one feeling. He looks down, and his thick dark lashes flutter over his eyes. My guess is he is hiding his emotions. “Sasha will be happy that you finally agreed p>
“And you?” I ask quietly.
His palm stroke over my belly again, almost in a reverent manner. “I’m okay with it, as long as you promise to not slit my throat while I sleep p>
I laugh gruffly. “I promise to not kill you in your sleep. If I have to kill you, I will do it while you are awake p>
He narrows his gaze. “It’s not funny, Arlo p>
“Too soon p>
“Yeah. Way too soon.” He says as he leans into me again. His warm breath brushes against my skin and my whole body shivers. He sighs and pulls back. “It’s so hard to control myself around you, Arlo p>
“Lie on the pillow,” I say quietly.
“Why?” he asks, excitement glimmering in his eyes.
“Take a guess,” I smirk.
He leans back and settles on the pillows then I undo his slacks. I adjust my position, careful to not pop my stitches. I tug his cock out of his pants then lick on it the first chance I get. The taste of his precum makes me hum my approval.
The lust in his eyes sends me. I pull back for a bit while I take in the perfect sculpt of his body. I rub my thumb over the tip of his cock and smear his precum on my hands just before I grab it. A shocked gasp escapes him followed by groans when I begin to stroke his length.
My lips crash on his again, every nerve ending in my body on high alert as I fuck him with my fist.
“God, Miles, do you feel what you are doing to me?” I mumble against his lips while pressing my cock on his hips. His length slips and slides against his bare hip.
I keep working his length with expertise, jerking him from root to tip while applying just the right pressure on the upstroke. I roll my palm over the blunt head of his cock and I understand what he is feeling considering how he is writhing beneath me. This is nothing short of divine torture.
He thrusts into my hand, desperate for whatever else that I have to offer. Because he needs more. Then I take him deep into my throat. He groans, his thighs tense, and his fingers curl the base of my hair tightly.
I have never enjoyed giving head to anyone. But I did enjoy it when it was done to me. I wasn’t usually bothered doing it to the alphas, but it feels different with Miles. I love how he tastes in my mouth. I love the groaning sounds that escape him when I suck him harder and deeper. I love that I am pleasing my alpha. My dick is painful and throbbing in my pants too, yet all I want to do is to please him. I want him to believe in this bond between us, and to trust that I will never hurt him. I need him too much to harm him.
I swirl my tongue on the tip of his cock as I cup his balls. My thumb strokes over his nut sack as I increase my suction. His back arches and he groans, his fingers tightening painfully in my hair. He holds the back of my head, fucking my throat as he whispers things that I can’t quite make. But I don’t need to hear the words. I can already tell whatever he means by those words by the sensual way he is rocking himself into my mouth.
He tugs much tighter into my hair and I can make what he needs. His sounds have me on the verge of coming too. I haven’t touched my dick once but it feels like it’s about to burst inside my pants.
Miles widens his thighs and pushes my head gently to take the whole of his length. I can’t control the spit so I let it flow freely on the sides of his dick. It’s all so filthy and nasty but in a good way. He pumps his cock into my eager throat, and I swallow, pressing on the tip with the hind of my throat. I notice how he rubs his shaky hands over his beaded nipples. He is completely lost in the warm cave of my mouth. I love that I can completely unravel him with just my mouth. It is erotic and beautiful.
“Arlo he calls my name desperately.
I can’t answer him verbally, but I know what he is desperate for. I suck his dick even harder. I want to drag him over the cliff with every intention to throw him over the edge. Or maybe I have and he is already falling. I feel myself in the haze too. The weightlessness. Nothing but air between me and the earth below.
I want to make him feel like he’s soaring, only to be left in ruins the minute he hits the ground.
I want to shatter and destroy him.
I want him to rut in my mouth and I want to swallow his spill. His ecstasy, his pleasure, and his body all belong to me. Only me.
Pleasure takes over his body and cum shoots off his cock into my tight throat. I wring all the cum out of his dick and release him. He lies on the pillow breathless as I wipe the come on the sides of my mouth and continue to stroke myself with it.
“Fucking hell he mutters, watching me in awe as though I am the sexiest thing he has ever laid his eyes on. He looks like he could get a hard-on again just from watching me jerk myself off.
He crashes his mouth onto mine and bites on my lip hard enough that I feel a faint tangy taste in my mouth. It’s like pure hunger takes over him again and he reaches around, spreading my butt cheeks while I work myself. One of his stray fingers slides down my crease and that’s all that it takes.
My tongue slips into his mouth. I want him to have a taste of himself on my tongue. I am losing my goddamn mind. What kind of ache is this? I’ve never desired, ached or wanted someone this fucking much.
Fucking nobody.