Free The Arrangement by Felice Stevens Page B

for support. “What the hell…” He bucked against Carter, thrusting into his hand, while his breaths came in short, hard pants. “Faster, damn you.”
    Reed’s fingers dug into his muscles, but the pain only added to Carter’s pleasure. “Come on,” he muttered, working Reed’s cock with swift strokes, adding just enough pressure by pressing his thumb over the sensitive, flared tip. Carter gripped Reed’s dick, feeling the heavy veins and soft skin sliding over the rigid length as he continued to pump him. The zipper gave a bit more, and he dug his hand farther down Reed’s pants to fondle his balls, giving them a squeeze; Reed moaned loud enough for Carter to hear. A single strobe light hit Reed’s face, and he looked debauched, his eyes wild and mouth open and panting.
    Carter reached up with his free hand to cup the nape of Reed’s neck and drag him down so their lips could meet, and Carter took his mouth in a brutal kiss of possession. His other hand kept busy in Reed’s pants, and he slid his thumb over the leaking head of his engorged cock, giving it a wicked twist. “Give it to me, Reed. Hold me and let go.”
    “Oh God, oh fuck.” Reed collapsed against Carter’s shoulder, his teeth nipping at Carter’s neck. He jerked against him twice, and Carter’s hand filled with fluid while Reed’s gasping breath gusted past his ear. As promised, Carter held on to Reed as his climax ripped through him, his body shuddering and twitching in the aftermath as his dick continued to unload in Carter’s hand. Carter kissed the top of Reed’s head, the damp curls tickling his nose, but Carter held tight. The promise he’d made was to hold on to Reed, but when had it happened that he no longer wanted to let go?
    The music stopped, and Carter realized they were somewhat more exposed than before, now that the lights weren’t as dim. He withdrew his sticky hand and gave Reed, who looked ravaged yet more gorgeous than Carter had seen him before, a rueful smile.
    “Guess I’d better go find the bathroom.” He gave Reed’s crotch a pat. “You need to zip up as well.” He licked his fingers, the salty-strong taste of Reed coating his tongue. “Umm, delicious. Thanks for dessert.”
    Blinking and with a tired smile, Reed obeyed and followed him into the men’s room where Carter washed up. Reed took him by the arm and spun him around so they faced each other and kissed him full on the mouth.
    “Thanks. You made that one of the best experiences of my life.”
    There was a light in Reed’s eyes Carter hadn’t seen before, and once again he wondered at Reed’s inexperience. His own childhood had been far from normal, but even as a teenager Carter hadn’t had much of a problem finding guys who wanted to have sex.
    Something about Reed spoke of innocence and vulnerability, even though Carter knew he was no virgin. But those thoughts began to tread dangerously into personal territory and by his own rules remained off limits. He refused to cross the line into learning a hook-up’s past love life and history. Even now, he knew more about Reed than any other man he’d ever slept with. More than with anyone ever before, he’d let down his guard with Reed, but it was now time to head back to reality.
    “I’m happy to help.” He captured Reed’s face between his hands and enjoyed the sweet taste of his mouth. Carter could’ve spent the rest of his evening drowning in the pleasurable taste of Reed’s soft lips, but someone walked past them, causing him to stop and recall they were in a public bathroom. With a not-too-guilty shrug, he took Reed’s hand and led him back out to the dance floor.
    “Do you want to go back to the hotel now?” They stood together, and Carter toyed with Reed’s fingers, surprisingly content. Reed bounced on his toes to the music. “I’m game for whatever you want.”
    Reed took their entwined hands behind Carter’s back, sliding both their arms around Carter’s waist and hugging