Chapter 19: I want your first to be special

Chapter Nineteen: I Want Your First To Be Special
Lucas's POV
"Welcome to my space ,it's not much" that's what the really wealthy people will say when I'm standing in the most expensive side of town in some kind of eco friendly self operating condo.
Do doctors really earn this much? I mean Arnold is really young. Just five years older than I but maybe it's an Australian money thing?
"Come on ,follow me" he motioned for me and I stood not wanting my booths to spoil the sparkling white rug carpet.
We were enjoying the ride under the rain till it got really heavy and his happens to be the closest thing nearby.
"Hey, it's alright" I took one look at my booths and took them off holding them in my hands as I followed him into a restroom.
"Make yourself comfortable, while I go fix us some hot soup "
"Soup, this late?"
"I have some in the refrigerated, will just have to microwave it"
"Oh okay" I smiled and head to the rest room closing the door behind me and taking my wets clothes off.
The water was the right temperature and I mean why not? I took a really short bath and called out to Arnold.
"Arnold, can you please get me some clothes…?" I shouted over the door.
"I simply adore how you call my name Edgar!" He said ,his voice kind of far away till I felt his footsteps coming and knocking.
Snuck my head out of the door and collected his buttoms and my Jersey shirt.
After riding in the rain, it was so much fun and the way Arnold held unto me felt ,safe almost like home. The rain soaking his scent on me which I have successfully washed but I'm back to having it on me when I put on his clothes and he took mine to the laundry or something.
Sat down on the lush couch watching the basketball match playing when the couch dipped.
"Enjoying the game?' I asked turning to watch him only for me to meet his heated gaze pointed at the nape of my neck.
"Ar…" he scoots closer and I thought he was going to kiss me but he took the remote from behind me and sat back.
Wuff, I let out a breathe but that didn't do anything to still the pounding of my heart.
I turned and stared back at his Adams apple as he kept switching through channels , I don't know what for and don't know the moment my face inches closer till he turned and his lips were on mine.
*Freezed*
That's it, I don't know what next but Arnold held my face in his rather surprisingly string grip.
"Are you sure?" He asked me looking directly into my eyes.
"I want this Arnold, never been this Sure oif anything"
He smiled, his consent courtesy made me long fans burn for him more.
"This way, want your first to be special"
"I'm not a virgin…" he chuckled holding hands and leading
I wrapped my arms around Arnold, dug my fingers into his hips, and pulled him closer, as close as he could possibly get. He ravaged my mouth, and I let him, enjoying the feel of the hard ridge of his cock against mine.
We walked backward toward the bed. I wanted inside him so bad, wanted him inside me. Whatever he wanted, as long as I got to claim him in that way, because that’s exactly what it would be—a claiming.
I leaned back and went for the jersey to pull it over my head.
“No,” Arnold ordered, and I raised a brow. “I want you to wear it. I like seeing my name and number on you.”
“That’s kind of hot.”
“Only kinda?” he asked.
“Next time add a possessive growl like you did earlier.”
He chuckled. “So damn bossy.”
Since I wasn’t allowed to take off my shirt, I went for his, tugging the T-shirt up. As I pushed the fabric up to expose skin, I revealed huge purple and blue bruises. “Jesus, Arnold.”
“What? Oh, the bruises? It’s fine. That’s normal.”
It sure as shit wasn’t normal to me. “Isn’t your gear supposed to protect you?” It was the first time I really considered how hard what he did was on his body. Sure, I winced and got pissed when someone tackled him, but seeing what was left over after a game, one where none of this was considered abnormal or an injury, was jarring.
“It does. Can you imagine if I didn’t wear anything?”
I didn’t want to. The thought of his body taking that sort of abuse day in and day out twisted me up, even if it was part of the game, part of his job. So I kept going, pulled the shirt off, then leaned forward and pressed my lips to one of the bruises. Arnold sucked in a breath.
“Don’t be gentle with me, Thomas. I like it when you’re not.”
“Can I do both?” I asked, but I got it. I liked things a little rougher myself, but I wanted to be tender with him, wanted to cherish him.
Being careful where I touched so I didn’t hit any visible injuries, I shoved him to the bed. Arnold fell down onto it, then pulled his shoes off. I stepped between his legs, pushed him again so he went down onto his back, and I swore that simple contact made his eyes roll back. His bulge was prominent behind the zipper of his jeans. I rubbed my hand over it. “Fuck, you need it, don’t you, Bashful.”
“Yesss, fuck yes,” he hissed out.
With noticeably less skill than usual, I unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. Arnold lifted his hips so I could tug them down, but I didn’t remove his underwear. Christ, he was so fucking sexy, all muscle and looking at me with hooded, fiery eyes. “Put your head on the pillows.”
He nodded and did as I asked. I took off my pants and underwear but left his jersey on. I crawled onto the bed like a predator stalking my prey. And he was that. I wanted to dominate him, to own him. To make him mine so I could do anything I wanted with him.
On my hands and knees, I leaned over him and moved in like I was going to take his mouth. He searched mine out, but I turned at the last second. “You fucker,” he said as I pressed my lips to a bruise on his chest. “Oh,” he added quietly, giving me a shy smile.
“Let me kiss them to make them better.” It was cheesy as fuck, but I didn’t care, especially when his gaze softened and he looked at me in a way that penetrated my soul. Like there was more to us, like I was precious to him and not just someone who was good in bed or would look good on his arm. Like I was more than the fuckup who disappointed my family, more than someone who was expected to ruin things, more than someone who needed to change to fit values that weren’t mine. Arnold’s gaze told me I was more.