Chloe's moans were exactly the reaction Arran had been hoping for, and he ran his hand down between Chloe's legs, hoping he could encourage more such noises from her. The way she whined, though, and called him a tease, made Arran give an unexpected burst of laughter. "Am I?" he asked, and then gave a moan of his own as Chloe's fingers wrapped around his cock. "Well, not if you do that," he decided, leaning forward to give in to Chloe's urging. He pressed his teeth gently against her nipple, giving it a tug hard enough for Chloe to feel, but not enough to be a bad kind of pain. That was a very good reason to be sober, because otherwise he might have got that wrong.
Pushing his hips up into Chloe's hand, Arran used a hand on Chloe's waist to help keep her steady. "You look so great," he said, pulling back from Chloe's breast and looking up at her. "Stay there." She really did look great, and Arran enjoyed her being on top of him, so much so that he wanted to keep it going. He reluctantly moved away from Chloe's hand, sliding down the bed until he was nearly off it, his head between Chloe's legs. He ran his nails over her thighs and arse, pulling her down until he could reach to taste her. It wasn't an angle he'd much experience with, which made it a bit of a thrill, while still being familiar. He still knew where Chloe was sensitive, how to lick her so she would cry out above him.