Pure Fluff: A Limited Edition Valentine's Day Bundle

by BLMorticia

Jared twisted his lips. "But then I lose the bet." He leaned forward and eyed me. "If I don't have proof, I'll have to take Ray, Cecila, and Blackie out for weed and munchies."

  I smiled. "That's nice, but I don't give a fuck."

  "Aw c'mon, Aren. You called my bluff because CeCe... wait, why do you call her..."

  "None of your business. We got a history. That's all I'll say." I fell back in my chair and pushed my hair out my eyes. "I'm sorry, Jared. I like you, your body, and your ass, but no photos. If you want the money to take them out, I'll give it to you, but no afterglow shots."

  "Shit." Jared shook his head. "It's not even a matter of money, dude. It's the principle of the whole deal. I don't wanna prove them right."

  "Why not? You want me, Jared. I want you. Let's call it even and move on."

  Jared twisted his lips and eyed me. He tilted his head. "Want me? You want me, huh?"

  "Wanted you ever since Rolling Meade and beyond. I've got no reason to lie."

  Jared nodded. "Want me how?"

  "In my bed. I've wanted to sex you since I started playing with my own dick in the bathtub, okay? Crush for a crush. Admiration, stupidity, puppy dog love, call it what you want, I had it, and still do. Every guy, other than Belden, had red hair and blue eyes to match yours, but none of them were Jared Finn."

  Jared stared, mouth gaped open. He ran his hands through the red curls and shook his head. "Fuck."

  "Yeah, I want to, and if you keep toying with the hair, I'll drag you by it to my car and take you atop the hood. So, stop it."

  Jared chuckled and put his hands down. "Oh hell, man. That's the sweetest thing anyone's ever said to me."

  "Uh huh, I'm sure with some of the shits you've been going out with."

  Jared's brows furrowed. "What?"

  "You heard me. I know you've around the block with a few people here in Meade, so don't act innocent, boy."

  Jared's red eyebrows fused together. "What the hell, Aren? Are you following me?"

  "Not directly, but I've had people keep tabs on you, yeah. Namely Blackie, because you two are like peas in a pod."

  "Damn. I'd known you were friends with everyone, but I thought there was a boundary between my crew and yours."

  "Now why the hell would there be? We live in the ass part of Illinois, Jared, where county fairs and college football games are the hottest tickets in town. Why the fuck wouldn't our friends know one another?"

  "I guess you're right." Jared shook his head again and raised his hand to mess with his hair, then thought better of it. "Shit."

  "Why are you cursing? Tonight's gonna be fun. We're gonna enjoy our hundred-dollar meal, go to my favorite spot, fuck for the duration, sleep until who knows when and enjoy onion mini burgers when we feel like getting up."

  Jared smiled. "You keep saying that like I'm really gonna stay with you once we finish."

  "Why wouldn't you? Do you really think you'll wanna leave after we fuck? Tell me." I asked as the waiter arrived with the large tray.

  Jared smirked. "You'll see, Aren. You're not gonna trap me, especially since you won't help me out with the pictures."

  I smiled and folded the napkin over my lap. I shot him a look and swiped my tongue over my lips. "Baby, you won't give a damn about pictures when I'm through with you."

  Chapter Six

  Jared

  Dinner was delicious and filling, but not as entertaining as the ongoing conversation. Aren had truly shocked me with his quick wit and jabs that could rival any comedian. I was miffed, aroused, and dammit, fucking taken by Aren. Something told me this night wouldn't end as I would've planned.

  After we left the restaurant, we hopped into his midnight black Benz parked out front. The minute we got inside, Aren tugged me by the hair and yanked me closer, covering my lips with his.

  "Mmph." I groaned into his mouth and winced from the rough way he grabbed my scalp, but enjoyed it nonetheless.

  Aren's hand remained on my hair, keeping me close while our tongues tangled, leaving me short of breath. He sucked on it, then fucked my mouth like a thirsty man needing water.

  Holy shit!

  The liplock was frantic, ragged, and fucking amazing. I melded into his kiss and leaned into him, returning the embrace with as much fervor or more. While my dick strained behind my underwear, my nipples firmed under my shirt. Every part of me tingled and my skin heated, ready for this man to take me where he wanted.

  "Damn." I pulled away a moment to look at my rival who I'd crushed on for years. The deep brown eyes with a touch of green, the tan face with a perfect mustache and goatee.

  Fuck.

  Just looking at Aren Winterroth made me spurt in my boxer briefs. And knowing that he was just as filthy as I was made this even more worthwhile.

  Aren sighed and moved his hand from my head to my cheek. He tugged me in, pressing another peck atop my mouth. "Damn. We better go before I pull your ass into the backseat."

  I smiled and leaned into his touch like a cat in heat. I was so far gone, becoming putty in his ink-filled hands. "Yeah, I'm thinking you should. I wouldn't stop you."

  "Heh. I know you wouldn't, pretty boy." Aren licked my lips and pushed me away.

  I fell back like a rag doll, still staring at him as if under a spell. "Pretty boy? Is that what you're gonna call me?" I put on my seat belt.

  "Yep, and you're gonna call me daddy when I'm deep inside that bubble ass of yours." Aren pulled his belt around him and snapped it.

  Listening to his comebacks, I'll admit to being impressed. The motherfucker had me hook, line, and sinker with all his lines. Despite not believing that I'd be saying daddy, I had every reason to think I wouldn't pass this test.

  Still, I had to try. I had to make my friends believe that I hadn't stayed, when all I wanted to do was spend the whole night, along with the following morning, giving to and receiving from Aren. With my head hazy and filled with lust, how could I pull this shit off? Not to mention, I still had to convince Aren to allow me proof for those fuckers.

  Sure, I could've let it go like he said, but I couldn't because I hated to be bested. Aren should know by now, I was a stubborn asshole who prided himself on being right, even when I had been beaten at my own game.

  Before I knew it, we'd arrived at a nice place I'd never seen. I'd been so busy eyeing him, playing with his fingers and taunting him, I didn't realize how far we'd driven or for how long.

  "Where are we?"

  Aren killed the engine, then glanced over. "A friend of mine's uncle runs this inn. The White Castle is only a few blocks away, too." He laughed and opened the car door.

  "Really?" I snorted and got out.

  "Nope. There's not a lot around here. We'll save the mini onion burgers for our next date."

  I frowned. "What? Who says they'll be another one?"

  "Oh, there will be plenty, Finn." Aren walked to my side and reached for my hand.

  After I took my time closing the door, I accepted his hand. Aren's soft, warm skin sent chills up my spine, making me weak.

  "It's just a car, babe." Aren yanked my arm and pressed the key fob.

  I shook my head again to wake up from the daze. "Yeah, but it's pretty nice. I didn't wanna slam it."

  "Pssh, Whatevs. It's a car. It won't stay new forever." Aren led me to the front door of this place that looked like a mansion in one of those fancy magazines my mom read. Graystone foundation, a few steps leading to a large building with an oversized door and lots of windows. Flowers and freshly cut grass lined the cemented driveaway, painted with a huge G.

  "G, stands for..."

  "Glidden Manor. Like I said, my friend's uncle, who my parents don't know, runs the place. I've wanted to bring my special someone here for quite a while."

  I cocked an eyebrow. "Oh, I bet you say that to all the boys and girls."

  "Nope. None of them have gotten this kind of treatment. You're one lucky sonofabitch, Finn. I like you enough to take you to my secret hideaway."

  I grin
ned as we walked upstairs hand in hand. "And your parents think you're..."

  "They know I'm out with you, but they think I'm coming in by about twelve. The hired help know not to squeal." Aren rang the bell on the side.

  "Oh damn, what a setup." I looked around the building, catching a glimpse of the pool in back.

  Damn this place was nice.

  "Talk about an expensive booty call."

  Winterroth could afford it.

  "Yeah, this ain't no cheap motel." A click sounded and Aren walked in, pulling me along.

  After Aren checked in, he grabbed the key. We ran up the stairs like two little kids high on sugar. When we reached the second floor, we jogged, holding hands until we got to the Taurus room. The desk person informed us all the suites were named after astrological signs.

  "All right, here we are." Aren slipped the key into the lock and opened the door. He swung me around and pushed me inside, then leaned against it to close. Again, he yanked me to him and crushed our mouths together in a searing kiss that made me weak.

  Holy fuck.

  While our tongues thrashed together, Aren fiddled with my tie until he'd loosened it. Once he tugged it off, he tossed it aside. "Gotta see skin, Jared."

  "Yeah. Me too." I unbuttoned his vest and let it drop to the floor. With our lips still intertwined, I worked on his shirt, trying my best to get it off without ruining it.

  "Tear it baby." Jared moved back, then ripped the damn thing off his body.

  "I didn't think you'd want that."

  "I got fifty just like it." Aren ran his hand through my hair, messing with my curls.

  "Huh, uh, I...goddamn." I glanced at Aren's chest, all inked in different colors and signs, cut like a sculpture from clay.

  Fuck! The man is a freaking Adonis!"

  "You gonna just stand there, Finn?" Aren removed his hand from my head, heaving air in and out. His brown eyes wide, glaring, sexy, and...

  Oh shit. I'm dead.

  I didn't answer him verbally. Instead, I ravaged his mouth and yanked at his slacks, causing the buttons to pop off.

  Aren did the same with mine, pushing them along with my boxers from my waist on down to my ankles.

  Still kissing him, I kicked off my loafers and leaned down to get my pants and underwear from my feet. By the time I rose back up, Aren was fully naked. His muscular, tanned frame with a long dick, pierced at the tip.

  Hot damn.

  I wanted to get on my knees and give the man the blow job of his life, but he didn't allow me to get that far. He grabbed me, bringing me in again to lock lips as we moved backwards in the suite. When I bumped into a wall, we both laughed together.

  Aren tilted his head around the corner.

  The suite's only light shone from the fancy windows on the left. There was a couch, a desk, and table set with a bottle of something on ice.

  "Is that for us?"

  Aren grinned. "Tomorrow, Finn. The only thing I wanna drink tonight is your cum."

  "Ooh." I couldn't help shivering when he talked dirty. That hadn't even been the crudest thing he'd said all night, but still enough to make my toes curl.

  Shit.

  As Adonis Winterroth lead me into the room with our mouths plastered together, I didn't stand a chance of winning this bet or getting the pictures I needed.

  And really, when Aren shoved me atop the bed, pushed my legs up, and promptly dove in between my thighs, who cared? Who...

  Damn.

  Staring at the ceiling designs, I clutched the sheets tight under my nails and rode Aren's face like a bucking bronco. Sweat poured off my brow and my breaths hampered from the pressure on my groin.

  Fuck.

  The devil I'd come to know dipped and sucked repeatedly, thrusting his tongue into my ass. Aren devoured me like a man possessed. Like a man who only wanted me for his own personal plaything.

  Jesus.

  Calling on the Lord might not have been appropriate now, but honestly, to get over Mr. Winterroth and his skills, I would need some kind of divine intervention.

  Aren

  Rimming was my second favorite activity behind fucking. Even better when I dove face first into ass I'd been dreaming about for years.

  Jared Finn's ass.

  From the moment I noticed him in the tight gym shorts until now, all I ever wanted was to taste that hole before plunging my dick into it. Jared possessed the kind of butt that made you forget about fucking the world and instead, staying close to home just to use it in any way you possibly could.

  Was I thinking that?

  Yes.

  Am I a goner?

  Fuck yeah.

  Was I okay with that?

  Most definitely.

  But I still wouldn't give Jared the pictures. However, I did have a better idea.

  Since Cecilia cued me in to Jared's plan, I'd send the details to her instead. I trusted that girl, far more than I could Jared, because despite us sexing each other in this suite, I didn't want to worry about what he'd do with any shots of me in a compromising position.

  Sure, it was a moot point, but I suppose I cared a little more about Jared Finn than I first thought. I wanted to see him make his point with the guys, even if it was a big fat lie.

  Making Jared happy outside the bedroom would give me the ammunition I needed if I wished to take this further. Although I hadn't decided yet, might as well be prepared to show myself as a worthy boyfriend.

  "Auugh." Jared's wails caused me to stop and I looked up. He struggled against my hold, trembling like a leaf in the wind.

  Gorgeous.

  "Man, I love torturing you, but I gotta be in you." I crawled the length of the bed, grabbing the condom and lube from under the pillow. As I scampered back to Jared, I twisted the cap off and squeezed some on my fingers, then pressed them inside of him.

  "Sh...shit, Aren. Oh God, Aren please. Get in me! I need you in me, now." Jared cooed and held his legs open. He rode my hand and breathed rapidly with his eyes closed.

  "Fuck yeah, baby. I'm gonna split you wide open and make you scream my name." I tore open the condom packet and rolled it onto my dick.

  Jared laughed. "Thought I was gonna call you Daddy." He wiggled his butt.

  I removed my fingers, then slapped his buttocks. "That's my name, Jared Finn. Now, open wide so I can take your temperature."

  Jared snorted, doing exactly as I asked.

  Anticipation.

  Fuck it all.

  Finally.

  Ready to enter this ass and claim it as mine, in one slow stroke, I penetrated Jared, not stopping until I hit the wall. When Jared's thighs enveloped my cock, I threw my head back and howled like a wounded animal.

  "Fuck, Aren. Damn, damn," Jared squealed and moved against me.

  I froze, not able to do anything but allow him to do all the work.

  Move, asshole.

  Yes, I was supposed to, but his ass wrapped around my dick sent searing heat to every part of my body. Suddenly, my skin was engulfed in flames, tingling, and tight all over. I inhaled sharply and opened my eyes, waiting for this hot man to swallow me whole.

  "Aren. You... you're so good at this. I wanna come!" Jared continued sliding on my dick like a playground ride.

  "Shit, baby." Finally, I opened my eyes then straightened to watch my new lover. His face flushed, appearing blissed out, red hair flying in all directions on the bedsheets.

  When his blue gaze caught mine, I instantly lost all comprehension of what to do and why. All I desired was to capture his lips and ride this euphoria until we couldn't do anymore.

  Pulling his legs apart, I leaned in, covering his mouth with my own. I slipped out, then slowly pressed into Jared again, making the bed rock as we fucked and sucked each other's lips. I gently fisted his cock while continuing to penetrate him. The urge to pick up the pace was strong, but I ignored it because I wanted to make this last. Last for at least a few more minutes to ride this blissful wave of emotion coursing through my veins.


  Jesus.

  I'd fucked a good number of people in my life, but none had this kind of effect. Being inside him made me forget about standbys, including CeCe and Ray, who were the best FWB's. I couldn't care less about ever sleeping with another person with Jared Finn underneath, taking me deep. Something about fucking the one you'd desired your whole life that changed your perspective on things.

  Maybe the world didn't need me to fuck it after all.

  "Aren." Jared spoke against my lips. He wrapped his arms around my neck and bound me with his legs. He toyed with my hair, tugging the back in the same rhythm with my thrusts. "I'm close." Jared squeezed me in between his thighs.

  I traced his lips with the tip of my tongue, then dipped it into his mouth again. "Yeah?" I heaved air in and out, slowing my penetration to one powerful thrust after another. My balls tensed against my body and my fleshed tightened, ready to unleash. Ready to fill this barrier in between us and thus claim him as mine.

  "I'm there, Finn." I slid in and out, pressing soft kisses along his mouth, cheeks, and chin. "You ready to call me daddy?"

  Jared snickered and gazed into my eyes, while clasped my back. "Shit, Aren... daddy, whatever you want. I think you got me right where you want me."

  I smiled and nodded, pushing into him with more force. "I think I do too, Jared."

  "Ahh, all, all right." Jared released ragged breaths and clawed my back muscles. "Do I...have you too?"

  I fisted his red curls in hand and brought him in. "You most certainly do pretty boy. Now co...come... for me." I crushed my mouth atop his while pushing into his body again.

  The bright lights flashed behind my eyelids, bursting into stars. Heat swirled around me, making my skin moist and prickly.

  "Shit." I yelled into the embrace and kissed him with everything I had, feeling the intensity run through me all at once.

  Without breaking our kiss, Jared trembled underneath me, continuing to meet my thrusts. His cock spurted cum between us, covering both our bodies. "Damn, Aren." Jared spoke against my lips while we tangled tongues.

  "Yes." Was all I could said as my cock went soft. I wouldn't be moving from this spot no matter what.