Chapter 14Arlo’s pulse was thudding in his ears. He hadn’t planned on enjoying it. He’d thought he’d offer Nash a helping hand or mouth, and lock himself away mentally. Deon always preferred his mouth. It was an easy understanding, Deon would lean down and bury his face in Arlo’s hair, perhaps kiss him and with a light press on his shoulder guide him to the floor. And Arlo always figured it was a fair deal. He didn’t want Deon to f**k him once he’d tried it, so a blowjob seemed like an easy way out.
He’d never made Arlo’s pulse race the way Nash did, though. Never made him—
Nash ground his hard c**k against Arlo’s, and Arlo moaned.
“Yes, babe, like that.” Nash’s words were hot against his wet lips. “You’re so f*****g beautiful.”
Arlo wasn’t, he knew he wasn’t. People found him weird lo
