13. Chapter 13

Chapter 13

ARROW

The sky has gone dark and the lights lining the park paths have flickered to life by the time we've finished eating and found a pause in our conversation. My cheeks hurt from laughing at Lewis's silly, witty, snarky commentary about each and every topic that's come up, from our high school experiences to the worst dates we've been on.

He nudges his foot against mine under the table and a faint blush stains his cheeks.

"What are you thinking about, Tater Tot?" I tease, leaning across the table just an inch.

He looks away for a second, and I'm not expecting him to answer my question, but then he pulls his eyes back to mine.

"Ask me about my best date," he says, scooting forward in his seat so his knee bumps against mine under the table.

A familiar possessive feeling burns hot in my chest. Hearing him catalog a list of bumbling idiots who showed up to meet him at fancy restaurants wearing sweatpants was one thing, but I'm not sure I want to hear him wax poetic about any of the good ones who got away. The sweet smile dancing on his lips is enough for me to trust him though.

"Tell me about your best date."

Lewis puts his hands on the picnic table and stands up to lean all the way across it, meeting me more than halfway.

"This one," he says, then presses a fleeting, playful kiss against my lips, giggling as he pulls away.

My heart surges and I chase his mouth for just a second.

"So you admit this is a date?" I cock up an eyebrow.

He laughs again and steps away from the picnic table bench.

"Fine, you caught me, this is a date."

I stand up and gather up our trash with Lewis's help. We toss everything into a garbage can on our way back to my Harley. When we get there, I hand him my helmet again. If this is going to be a regular thing, I should swing by Basket Case Bikes and get him a helmet and jacket of his own. Greedy longing swells behind my ribcage. I want Lewis on the back of my bike. I want him wearing a jacket with the Skins logo so everyone knows he's mine. I want him in my bed and in my house and in every other part of my life.

The feeling leaves me breathless and spiraling.

Maybe he can see it on my face or maybe he's feeling the same way I am, because the way he slides his hand up under my shirt to drag his fingers over my bare skin is exactly what I need to ground me.

"Take me to your place?" he asks.

I nod without hesitation and then hand him my jacket too. I'll drive carefully, but the last thing I'm going to do is leave him without the proper protective gear. I cup the back of his neck and give him a hard kiss, then take the helmet back from him and slip it over his head.

He wraps his arms around me as soon as we're on the bike, pressing his body up against mine. I can feel the hard ridge of his cock and the light tremble in his muscles that matches the electric anticipation humming through me as I rev the engine and pull away from the park.

Thankfully, my driveway is free of anyone else's car or motorcycle when I pull in. With things feeling like they're going in the right direction, I'm stoked at the idea of eventually introducing Lewis to Henry and the whole Ink Slingers crew, but that's definitely the last thing on my mind tonight.

I pull into the garage and kill the engine. Lewis is slightly more graceful when he climbs off this time, but I still notice a slight quake in his knees when he puts his feet on the ground. He'll get used to the bike.

Fuck, I know I'm getting ahead of myself. We've had one date and I'm already mentally ordering him motorcycle gear and thinking about introducing him to everyone I know. But goddamn, I don't think I know how to do all this without going for broke. It's just who I am, and the closer I get to fifty, the less I think that's ever going to change.

He said the other night that he wants to see me, flaws and all. Maybe he can handle it. Maybe he craves something passionate and over-the-top and real the same way I do. Maybe he's been holding back too.

I lead him into the house, flipping on the light as we step inside.

"I hope you're a dog person." I chuckle out the warning just a second before Gregory comes flying around the corner with an excited little howl.

"Oh my god, look at that little muffin." Lewis bends down and my dog launches himself into his arms. The mutt has no chill. "This is not the dog I would have expected you to have." He laughs as Gregory laps at his cheeks and nose, wiggling in Lewis's arms.

"It's a lot harder to strap a rottweiler to your chest for a motorcycle ride." I shrug.

"Do you like to ride your daddy's motorcycle? Do you?" Lewis coos in a high voice, giving Gregory a kiss on the snout before setting him down again.

Is it too soon to propose? Probably. I don't know how he expects me to play it cool when he's being cute with my dog though. We could get Gregory his own little tuxedo and make him the ring bearer. It'll be perfect.

Lewis gets back to his feet and brushes his hands off on his pants, and I swallow down the batshit thoughts swirling in my head. I take off my boots and he slips off his sneakers.

"How's your hand doing?" he asks, biting his lip and gently picking up my bruised hand.

"Getting better." I curl my fingers into a fist to demonstrate and then relax them again.

"Good," he murmurs, bringing it to his lips and pressing a soft kiss to my swollen knuckles. "Show me your bedroom?" He gives me a cheeky smile.

"Abso-fucking-lutely," I growl, wrapping my arms around him and pulling him against my body.

He tips his face up and I bend down to meet him, catching his lips in a kiss that starts out slow but builds as I walk him backward through the house to my bedroom. Our tongues stroke and tangle, his hands wandering over my skin and tugging at my clothes. I can feel the shape of his smile against my mouth, and I swallow down his airy laughter as he stumbles over his own feet. I catch him, sliding one hand down to his ass to grope him, then pull him up onto his tiptoes so I'm supporting most of his weight.

I ravage his mouth, lapping up the sweet cherry flavor that always seems to linger on his lips and tongue. The breathy sounds he feeds me in between deep, drugging kisses make my cock harder and harder until there's nothing but desperate, throbbing need inside of me.

We reach the bed and I hoist him up a little higher, then toss him down onto it. He lands with a gasp and another laugh, leaning back on his elbows and biting his lip as he looks up at me. That needy, pleading expression flutters across his face, just like last time. I still have no fucking clue what he wants but is too afraid to ask for, but goddamn do I want to.

"Do you have any idea how wild you drive me?" I strip my shirt over my head and toss it aside.

Lewis bites down a little harder on his lip and shakes his head. He sits up and pulls his shirt off too, balling it up and flinging it in the same direction as mine. His pretty pink nipples are pebbled and begging for my tongue, his creamy, unmarred skin the perfect canvas for claiming bites and whisker burn. Would he ever let me give him a tattoo? My cock twitches eagerly at the thought of putting something permanent on him, marking him in a way that will never wash off, the same way he's imprinted himself on my brain without even trying.

I climb onto the bed one knee at a time, straddling him and hooking my hand behind his head again to drag him closer. Our noses bump and his sweet breath tickles my lips.

"I haven't stopped thinking about you since the rainstorm. I lied when I said I could be casual with you. None of this has felt casual to me. I lie awake at night thinking about you. I spend my whole day waiting for you to text me first so I can at least pretend I'm not out of my mind obsessed with you."

Lewis's breath hitches and he slams his mouth into mine with a frantic new energy. He whimpers against my lips, his hands shaking as he tugs at my jeans and cants his hips to grind his cock against mine.

He breaks the kiss just long enough to gasp, "More." Then he thrusts his tongue between my lips again and pops the button on my jeans loose.

"You want more, beautiful?" I growl, hooking an arm around his middle and using it to haul him farther up the bed. "How about this; when you teased me about best dates earlier, I nearly lost my mind for a second wondering who the hell was ever good enough to deserve you."

He whimpers again and shoves his hand into my briefs, wrapping his fingers around the base of my hard, throbbing cock. I groan and jerk my hips, rocking into his grip with a slow thrust.

"Oh my god, Arrow," he pants. "That's so fucking hot. I can't—" He gasps and whines, squirming under me and stroking up and down my cock in an uneven rhythm that's nothing more than a delicious tease.

"Jay," I murmur my real name against his lips. "Jason."

"Jason," he echoes, arching his hips so I can tug his pants down.

His cock springs free, slapping against his skin and leaving a streak of glistening precum.

"Fuck," I groan, a hot jolt ricocheting through me at the sound of my name on his lips. "Say it again." I nip at his chin and fuck into his grasp again, slowly soaking my underwear with the precum that drips out. "Whose cock do you want to fill you up, baby?"

"Yours, Jason. Make me scream your name until my throat is raw. Make me believe you need me like I need you."

He squeezes my cock a little harder and I moan, slamming my hips forward and gritting my teeth at the way his words tighten my balls.

"I fucking need you, Lewis."

LEWIS

How Arrow managed to reach inside my head and give me exactly what I need without me having to ask or beg, I have no idea. But every word he growls against my skin makes me absolutely rabid as he pulls out the lube and a condom while licking and biting from my throat to my lips and back again.

I catch his mouth in frenzied, tongue-heavy kisses every time he brings it close to mine again, pawing at every heated inch of his skin I can reach. I rock my hips, dragging the aching length of my cock against his, the silky heat of his shaft making me wilder every time my sensitive cockhead glides against it.

"Switch places with me, I want to ride you." I push on his chest, and he rolls off me easily.

The bed was neat when he tossed me onto it, but now the sheets have been kicked loose and tangled up. We both get our pants the rest of the way off as we switch positions. Arrow sits up with his back against the headboard and his thick thighs spread out in front of him. I slink between them on my hands and knees. Pushing my ass into the air and arching my back, I run my tongue up the inside of one thigh until I get close to his sac, watching the way it twitches and clenches, his cock visibly throbbing. A clear bead of precum glistens on his fat mushroom head. I lick my lips and then wrap them around his cockhead.

Arrow shouts and fists the sheets with his good hand.

"Fucking perfect mouth," he says hoarsely. "Pretty eyes, and an addictive laugh that I can't get out of my head." My heart skips a beat. Can he really mean all of that? I have my lips around his dick, tonguing the precum from his slit, and he's thinking about completely non-sexual things he likes about me?

The crazier part is that the urge to shut down the warm, fuzzy feelings and make this purely physical again is nowhere to be found. I think I… trust him.

I pop off of his cock and drag in a few steadying breaths as I bring my eyes up to his.

"Too much?" he asks.

I shake my head, holding his gaze as I drag my lips back and forth over the tip of his cock. "No, it's not too much."

Relief flashes through his expression and he flicks the cap on the lube open with his thumb. He coats two fingers and then crooks them at me. There's something so unbelievably filthy about being beckoned with lubed fingers that I can't move fast enough to do exactly what he wants.

I straddle his lap, our cocks bumping against each other again, our faces an inch apart. The heat of his body radiates against mine, beads of sweat forming to slick our skin everywhere we touch. Arrow slides his slippery fingers down the crease between my cheeks, glancing them over my hole. My thighs quake and I gasp, spreading my legs wider and pushing my ass out with an impatient wiggle.

"Whose hole is this?" He nips at my earlobe and teases his fingertips around my hole, sparking my nerve endings to life and igniting that aching need deep inside of me that there's only one cure for.

"Yours," I pant, wiggling my hips again. "Jason." He makes a sound that's somewhere between a hum and a growl and taps his fingers against my twitching hole. "Please," I whimper. "Oh my god, please."

I lick his lips then nuzzle my nose into his beard, my hips jerking desperately. My cock bounces against his with every twitch of my hips, and a long, sticky strand of precum drips down to connect us for just a second before it breaks loose and rolls down his shaft. He pushes two fingers inside of me at once, and I let out a howl, clenching around him and then relaxing.

"That's right, it's mine," he rasps, stroking his fingers in and out, his calloused knuckles catching on my rim with every thrust. "Is that a problem, sweetheart?" He sucks on the edge of my jaw, flicking the skin with his tongue and biting down gently. "Does it bother you that this is only our first date and all I can think about is finding a million ways to make sure everyone knows you're mine?"

Heat floods me, making my toes curl and my cock seize with a trembling pleasure that has just as much to do with his possessive words as it does the way he's stroking his fingers over my prostate with fluttering taps that have my eyes rolling back in my head.

"No," I answer breathlessly. "I want it."

A deep, satisfied sound rumbles through him. He tightens his arm around my waist and fucks me harder with his fingers, grunting my name again and again into the crook of my neck. The force of his fingers grinds me against his cock with every thrust.

"Jason, please, fuck me." My cock twitches and leaks, my whole body tight as a bow, riding the razor's edge of an orgasm. "I want to come with your cock inside me."

He eases his fingers out and I fumble for the condom, tearing it open and rolling it down his shaft. Once he's sheathed, I grip his base to hold him steady, then sink down onto his cock. I throw my head back and moan. The way he stretches my hole, the weight of his cock hitting every pleasure spot inside of me, it's all too fucking perfect. I swivel my hips, gasping and whining at the heat that rolls through me from the tips of my toes all the way to my balls.

Arrow presses his face into my throat, licking a hot, wet stripe from my collarbone up to my chin.

"Mine," he growls, his cock twitching and swelling inside of me.

"Yours," I agree, giving up the swiveling in favor of bouncing, taking his cock deep over and over.

Our mouths find each other again and we fall into a feverish rhythm, kissing, fucking, gasping each other's names as we tattoo finger shaped bruises onto each other's skin. My head spins and my thighs burn with the exertion.

My balls constrict and my hole quivers and tightens around his cock, heat coiling tighter and tighter in my gut. Our tongues tangle and the flavor of him floods my mouth, his scent filling my nose, his muffled grunts and groans echoing in my ears. I can feel him everywhere, filling me, consuming me, owning me.

I let out a strangled cry against his lips and slam myself down onto him again just as my cock heaves untouched and pleasure rockets through me. I grind deep onto his cock, rocking and twitching and panting his name as I paint his skin with rope after rope of my release.

He watches me with almost pained-looking awe on his face until my balls are drained and my muscles feel like Jell-O, then he lifts me up and flips me over with ease. My cock doesn't even have a chance to go soft before he's drilling into me, fucking me into the mattress, pummeling my prostate like his life depends on it.

I scream again, my cock jerking and spasming with a dry orgasm as Arrow lets out a wild howl and spills his pleasure, his cock throbbing and pulsing inside of me.

When he finally slips out of me, he lets his weight collapse onto me for just a second and we fall into a lazy, slow kiss while we catch our breath.

"Stay?" he asks.

I give a weak smile and run my fingers through his sweat drenched hair. "Careful, you might never get me to leave."

"Good."