Arrow Inferno
Chapter 68: Stanley ‘STAN’ Norris vs. Ian ‘WILL’ Williams ~ Blow my mind!

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Will was no expert when it came to sucking men off. But what he lacked in experience, he made up for in enthusiasm. He remembered too well how Stan had rocked his world that day in his mother's house. He'd have loved to make the man feel what he'd felt that day when he sucked on his mark. Well, in the absence of that mark, there were other things to suck on. And what better time than whilst he was talking to some woman and claiming it was work. He sucked on Stan with deliberate slowness and relish as if he had a lollipop in his mouth.

Stan saw stars. His back arched as he bit his inner lip so hard he tasted blood. His body went taut, drowning in the pleasure that washed over him. He didn't think he could continue with the conversation with Kate.

"Listen," Stan breathed, his fingers clutching the covers so tightly his knuckles turned white. "Was anyone hurt?"

"No, the motherfuckers couldn't..."

"Was any property destroyed?" Stan cut her off.

"No, but..."

"Were you able to round all of them up?" "All but two."

"Fuck!" He gasped. Will had begun to give him a three-point stimulation. He was stroking the length that wasn't inside his mouth with one hand and massaging his balls gently with the other. Stan's entire life was focused between his legs in that moment.

Thinking his boss was upset because they'd been unable to capture all the rogues, Kate reassured him, "We're still searching for..."

"Good. Double the patrol. We will talk about it in the morning." Stan disconnected the call and threw the phone onto the bed. Then he slipped his fingers into Will's hair and pulled him off the wet engorged head he was wantonly slurping on. "Come here."

Stan leaned forward and sealed his mouth over Will's moist lips. He kissed him with a ferocity of passion that shook them both. His tongue filled Will's mouth with hard, deep plunges that left the soldier breathless.

"You're killing me," he breathed against Will's lips when the kiss ended, his gaze heavy-lidded with desire.

"That was the plan." Will panted as he leaned back down to take the nerve-rich head back into his mouth which was warmer due to the kiss.

Stan couldn't control the loud guttural groan that escaped him when that mouth closed around him. The change in temperature drove him wild. Will didn't hold back. He moved both his mouth and hand up and down at a fast pace, bringing Stan close to an orgasm with each stroke and suck. The buildup was quick and intense.

"Shit!" Stan gasped in the most arousing way. "Feels so fucking good." He fought the urge to thrust as pleasure thrummed through him. It had been so long since he'd been subjected to such pleasure.

It was obvious that Stan was going out of his mind with pleasure and that thrilled Will immensely. Raw moans spilled from him as his trembling thighs spread wider. Both men knew he was very close. And Will knew exactly what he had to do to push Stan over the edge. He tilted his head and began to lightly scrape his teeth against that rough ridge beneath the head whilst applying pressure on that sensitive perineum. That tipped Stan right over the edge. "Will..." He roared, his eyes losing their focus as the rush of bliss struck hard and fast.

That raspy cry was all the warning Will got. Stan's body convulsed in rapture as he released a gushing torrent into Will's mouth. Will tried to swallow just as Stan had done for him in his mother's house but it was too much to keep up. He pulled away and watched as more of that thick essence shot out onto Stan's stomach.

"Shit, what are you? The sperm bank for your pack?" Will rasped breathlessly, watching with pride and admiration the glazed look of helpless pleasure and vulnerability on Stan's face as he unraveled before his eyes. He was wildly aroused by the knowledge that he had such a profound effect on Stan.

"What did you expect?" Stan breathed harshly, trying to bring his breathing under control. "My last release was on the day I marked you."

Will whistled. "That was eons ago," he said with mock surprise making Stan laugh.

"You remembered," Stan said quietly, his eyes filled with so much adoration for his mate.

Will didn't have to ask what Stan was talking about. "Of course I did."

Stan had once told him that the only way he could reach completion during a blow job was to feel some teeth at the right moment. He'd said that was the surest way to get him off. When Will had asked him what the right moment was, Stan had only shrugged. That had sounded so weird to Will at the time. So weird that he'd remembered.

"And you even figured out the right moment too." Stan looked so impressed. "That was amazing. Thank you."

"Now we can continue with our talk," he said, reaching for the box of tissues on the bedside table.

Will was rock hard. His cock strained against the soft material of his boxer briefs, tenting it...with the front wet with his precum. It drew Stan's gaze and held it.

"Leave that and come here," Stan instructed as he scooped his cum off his stomach. With his other hand, he drew Will into his lap and then breathed into his ear, "pull down your boxers."

"What happened to talking?" He asked in a voice thick with need even as he kicked off his boxers.

"Shut up."

Will was so hard Stan was surprised he hadn't burst yet. The engorged knob of his cock was almost purple with blood. They both knew he wasn't going to last. Using his cream as lube, Stan began to stroke Will with deliberate slowness. Will moaned in time to the delicious stroking, the expression on his face sheer drool-worthy. His eyes were shut, face was flushed, and lips...which were luscious from sucking Stan off, were parted sexily. So enthralling...so inviting... Almost as if he couldn't help himself, Stan leaned in and took that mouth in the most tender of kisses, creating a hot and steamy contact of the best kind. Will kissed him back with utter abandon, moaning into the kiss as he completely succumbed to the burning flame of thrill within. Stan didn't have to stroke him for long. He felt it when Will's entire body locked into that breath-stealing moment of exquisite tightness that came before release. His hot length began to throb in Stan's palm a second before he exploded.

Will tore his mouth away and gasped in euphoric ecstasy as his body shook in sweet release. Stan continued to stroke him until he was totally spent. He pulled out some tissues and wiped the soldier clean. Then he pressed his face against Will's neck and inhaled deeply, loving his sweet unique scent. They stayed that way till Stan broke the comfortable silence.

"What is going through that head of your?" Stan whispered.

Will let out a breathless laugh. "You won't believe me if I told you."

"Try me." Stan pressed a kiss to the top of his head.

"Any particular reason we're not fucking right now?"

Stan burst into laughter. "I don't want a repeat of what happened the last time," he sniggered. "Would you?"

"You mean you'd still bite me?" Will looked surprised.

"What I'm worried about is that I might not be able to stop myself this time. And this would be a terrible place to turn you." Stan sighed.

"Where do you plan on turning me?"

"The pack house... anytime you feel up to it."

"Hmm... Is Kate your..."

"No, she's not." Stan cut him off before he could complete his question.