Chapter 11
Arlo
Iwake slowly. My bed feels so soft and cozy. Everything smells so good—like fabric softener. Warm breath flutters against my neck, and I’m snuggled up against a muscled chest. I wriggle closer, soaking in the heat.
Yesterday comes flooding back, and I stiffen. My mind jumps around until I remember I’m at Tier’s house. Flickers of memory come back, the way he helped me change, draping the covers over me with such care. How did we end up in bed together?
I vaguely remember asking him to come to bed. Insisting on it, actually.
Relaxing, I listen for his breath—still deep and even. I glance around the room. It’s plain but serviceable; very Tiernan. Dark wood furniture, navy sheets, and a solid gray comforter. This man needs some color in his life.
I can see the sunlight peeking in at the edge of the navy curtains, but I’m not sure of the time. I don’t want to move. Tiernan’s a furnace against my back and this bed is so comfy.
“Feeling better?” Tiernan’s voice is low and full of gravel, breath hot on the skin of my neck.
“Much.” I reply, my voice breathy and soft.
He’s still wrapped around me and showing no signs of getting up. I’m safe and he’s not leaving. In fact, he pulls me tighter against him. Suddenly, I’m acutely aware of his morning wood fitting perfectly into the crack of my ass.
Fuck.
My breath quickens as anticipation races across my body. I push back against him. He buries his face in my neck with a groan.
“Don’t think I can hold back this time, ‘Lo. Watching you in the locker room almost killed me. It took everything I had to walk out of there without touching you. But I wanted to so badly.”
I roll over in his arms so we’re face to face.
“Don’t hold back, Tier. Not this time.” I want this, with him, more than anything, because this is becoming everything I’ve been afraid to hope for.
His hand cups the side of my face. It’s so gentle, almost reverent.
“You sure?” Those beautiful blue eyes, intense but unguarded.
“Oh yes.” I reassure him with a smile.
His answering smile reaches all the way to his eyes, and it stuns me with its beauty. Slowly, giving me every opportunity to say no, he lowers his mouth to mine, his breath warm against my skin. His lips are surprisingly soft as he presses them against mine.
Thumb stroking my jaw, his other hand moves to my hip, where it stays, solid and steady. He nips at my lower lip gently, and I open for him, letting our tongues tangle. My hands move to his chest, and the fabric of his t-shirt is soft against my palms.
We kiss until we run out of air. Panting, our eyes meet, both of us shocked by the heat of our connection. Despite only kissing, we’re both rock hard, our cocks rubbing against each other through the fabric of our underwear.
Tiernan reaches for the hem of my t-shirt, and I waste no time reaching for his. We fumble with the fabric, finally laughing and removing our own shirts instead. With a genuine smile, he runs his hands along my chest.
I take a minute to admire the sight of him spread out before me. He looks every bit as fit as the fighters he trains. My hands have a mind of their own, tentative at first, but with every caress comes more confidence. His chest hair is sparse but dark, with the perfect treasure trail.
“God, you’re beautiful, baby.” He murmurs. I didn’t believe him when he whispered it in the shower, but now, the look of reverence in his eyes has me feeling like it could be true.
He lets me explore, a bemused look on his face as if he can’t believe this is real.
When my thumbs roll over his nipples, he groans, deep and loud, before he turns and eases me onto my back.
His weight settles between my legs as his mouth descends, and I’m lost in the feel of his tongue against mine.
He rolls to his side, and I chase him as he pulls away. My heart stops. Derek used to make me chase him exactly like this. “Make me believe you really want me, Arlo.” It always felt wrong inside, as if I was never enough unless I was proving myself.
“You okay?” he asks softly.
I nod.
His lips curl at the sides, a half-smile that’s somehow both sexy and sweet, before his lips connect to my neck, and one hand comes up to explore my chest like I explored his.
He’s not leaving. He’s not making me chase him. He’s taking his time, showing me with every touch how much he wants me.
My shoulders sag, and I relax in a way I never have before.
His palms sear my skin as they roam across my body. Caressing every inch until he pauses to run his thumbs lightly across my nipples. It’s like a line of liquid fire straight to my cock. A hungry moan escapes my lips before I can stop it.
“Mm, sensitive.” His smirk is sly as his mouth surrounds the hard bud with wet heat.
“That’s it. Love the sounds you make,” he grumbles, licking and sucking until the sounds coming out of me are positively obscene.
His tongue on my skin is like a brand as he makes his way down my chest and across my stomach, somehow finding every patch of skin that makes me come undone. His hot breath at my waistband has me gasping for air.
Tugging at my boxers, he peels them down inch by inch, revealing bare skin.
The intensity of his gaze has me feeling exposed, but in a sexy, powerful way.
That this amazing man is mesmerized by my body feels too good to be true.
But the proof is in every caught breath, every heated glance, and the gentle way he’s undressing me.
“So pretty laid out for me like this.”
I stretch, putting my body on display for him, enjoying the zing of arousal as he stares at my hard cock, weeping pre-cum at his attentive gaze.
“Fuck,” he whispers, swooping back down and latching onto my skin with purpose.
Every lick of his tongue and scrape of his teeth has me spiraling higher with need. He’s kissing and tasting everywhere except where I crave it most.
“Tier, please!” I’m desperate for more.
I feel the vibration of his chuckle inches from the base of my cock. Frustration and desire war against each other as he continues to tease me.
When I think I might cry from his delicious edging, his hot tongue licks a line across the dripping head of my cock.
“I love the way you taste.” His voice is low and intense, almost feral. I don’t have time to respond because as his large palms grip my inner thighs displaying me for him, he swallows me down until the tip of my cock hits the back of his throat.
Jesus Christ, nothing has ever felt this good.
“Tier!” I yelp with surprised pleasure before gripping his dark hair to steady myself against the onslaught of sensations running through me.
He moans and I tighten my grip. He moans again, deeper.
Oh, he likes that. Sucking me as he works my shaft in and out of his talented mouth, I tug at his hair.
His tongue dances along my length, and it’s the perfect counterpoint to the wet suction of his mouth.
He’s killing me. Slowly and in the best way possible.
I feel a tightening at the base of my spine, and I know I’m close. My hands fist in his hair, but he just moans and takes me deeper.
“So close.” I try to push him away, but he doubles down, tightening his hold on my hips, mouth working my cock
“Oh God,” is all I can manage before I’m spilling down his throat in the most intense orgasm I’ve ever experienced.
My body shakes with the force of it, pleasure exploding through me until I can’t think.
He doesn’t stop. He keeps sucking and licking me until the last shudder dies away and the sensitivity makes it almost painful.
When he stops, he pulls off gently, pausing to press his lips to my softened cockhead. I’m too spent for words, but I see it.
I can barely move; my limbs loose and sated. He crawls up me, stopping occasionally to press light kisses against my sensitive skin.
“So fucking gorgeous when you come, Lo.” He says, eyes filled with something that I’m not ready to acknowledge. I snuggle in enjoying the comforting touch of his warm skin against mine.
Relaxed and sated, my eyes find his, “give me a minute and I’ll return the favor.”
“No need, baby. I’m good.”
“Oh no. You’re not getting away with that, Big Guy. I’ve been dying to get my mouth on that impressive cock of yours.” I tell him with a mischievous grin.
Tier’s face flushes at my bold declaration until the tips of his ears are pink.
I hold back a laugh because I rarely see him without his famous control in full force.
Knowing I’m the one who’s affecting him like this lights me up.
I want to wreck this man, give him as much pleasure as he gave me, and I know just how to start.
“My turn,” I tell him as I push him down onto his back. I make quick work of his boxers, tugging them down his legs and tossing them to the floor. He’s still half hard just from sucking me off. I look down at him, rubbing my hands together.
“Where to start?” I muse. He laughs. Loud and abrupt. It’s breathtaking and I want to make him do it again … and again.
The laughter slides away as I lay my palms flat against his chest, and with a catch in his breath, his eyes darken.
I can’t wait to touch that gorgeous cock. He’s got girth, and the perfect length. I lick my lips, giving him a sly grin. I’m going to take this man apart.
I start slowly, exploring his skin with my hands first. Taking my time, I follow the same path with my lips. Licking, sucking and nipping my way down his body. I make a note of every spot that makes his breath catch. Cataloging every sound.
My tongue and lips trace every muscle of his six-pack, reveling in the salty tang of his skin, and breathing in his spicy scent.
He’s fever-hot under my hands, and his hard length presses against my chest. I catch sight of a bead of pre-cum at his tip and I can’t help myself.
My tongue darts out to gather it up, and his taste explodes on my lips.
That bitter, salty flavor, and the musky taste of man make my mouth water.
I reach for his cock, grasping velvet-covered steel, soft against my palm. The tip is a glistening temptation. His low moan spurs me on, and I abandon his abs for a taste of his cock.
My eyes meet his, dark with need, as I run my tongue from base to tip.
His breath quickens until he’s panting with every swipe of my tongue.
I lick around the head, paying particular attention to his frenulum, giving it light strokes before returning to the head.
The sounds he’s making are filthy, and I savor every single one.
I give him a sly smile before I open my mouth and swallow him whole. I take him all the way to the back of my throat until I can feel the head press against it. Tier lets loose a sound that is half whine and half shout. It’s everything I want to hear.
My dick is taking a renewed interest now that I’ve recovered. It’s heavy between my legs, hard and aching.
I work him with every trick my past encounters have taught me. Bringing him to the edge over and over, then backing off until he’s begging for release. Dark satisfaction fills me with every needy sound he makes.
“Oh God, Arlo, please!” The raw desperation in his cry is so fucking hot.
It’s time to stop playing. I suck him into my mouth again, taking him deeper until he’s a heavy weight in my throat and I can’t breathe. Grinding myself against the roughness of the sheets, I create a steady friction against my cock that mirrors the movement of my mouth. My own need chasing his.
Gripping one hand around his shaft, I work him up and down until I feel him shudder and cum floods my mouth. I swallow every drop while I watch him fall apart in front of me, and it’s stunning.
He shouts my name as he comes, and it’s a desperate plea.
God, he’s beautiful like this. Mouth open, neck muscles taut, body shaking with the force of his climax.
My cock jerks and I cum at the sound of my name, exploding against his thigh and the dark cotton bedding. We ride it out together until we’re shaking and spent, collapsing against each other and gasping for air.
Finally, when we can breathe again, Tier pulls me up into his arms. My body is boneless, but he doesn’t need my help. He just tucks me into his side and wraps his strong arms around me. Solid and steady.
It’s everything.
I melt into him, and that sense of doom that seemed to hang over my head since I left Derek has disappeared. For the first time in a long time, I’m exactly where I want to be with exactly the right person.
Until I remember, we have to work today.
“Oh shit! The gym!” I sit straight up in a panic.
“Relax, Lo. I’ve got it handled.” Tier tells me, pulling me back down into his arms again. “I texted Diesel after you fell asleep last night. He’s gonna open up for me this morning.”
“Oh that’s nice of him.”
“Yeah, he’s the best.”
We lie there, limbs entangled, both of us content to revel in the intimacy of the moment. We talk quietly about anything and everything, and it’s almost as good as the sex. Almost.
Eventually my eyes flutter and I try valiantly to stay awake, but it’s no use. I drop off to sleep, warm and satisfied in more than just my body.