Chapter 14
Tiernan
The house is quiet, dinner’s done, and it’s late. I’m finishing my shower, the hot water easing the stress of today’s events. Smiling at the thought of Arlo in my bed tonight, I dry off quickly. I can’t wait to wrap myself around him. He deserves a nice, long cuddle. He’s certainly earned it.
I open the bathroom door, steam billowing out around me, only to stop in my tracks.
He’s spread out across the gray comforter, lean muscle and pale skin glowing against the dark bedding. Hard cock on display in a nest of light brown curls that highlight the light sprinkle of hair trailing down to his groin. Eyes tracing my flushed skin with appreciation and invitation.
I forget how to breathe.
All I can do is stare, because there’s nothing more beautiful than Arlo like this. I take my time and look my fill because I want him to see my admiration for every inch.
“Look at you, Lo.” I say, my voice rough. My dick, which until this moment was perfectly okay with just a good night’s sleep, is suddenly awake and paying attention.
He smiles. A sweet, but knowing smile that almost brings me to my knees. Staring up at me from under those long lashes, eyes darkening with heat.
I walk toward the bed, dropping my towel deliberately, smirking a little as his gaze goes immediately to my cock. It’s hard, and aching for him already, but it can wait. I intend to take my time worshiping every bit of him until he’s begging for more.
I note the condoms and lube on the bedside table as I approach the bed. My mind eases. He wants this, too. I sit next to him on the bed.
“You sure?” I ask.
“I’ve never been more sure.” He tells me, reaching for my hand and placing it on his chest.
“Good. ‘Cause you’re mine, ‘Lo.” I pull him up because I need to feel the softness of his lips against mine. He comes eagerly, swarming onto my lap, wrapping his arms around my chest, and pressing his lips to mine. I bite that plush lower lip just enough to tease his mouth open. I dive in exploring with my tongue until we’re both panting for breath.
Pulling away enough to ease him back onto the soft navy sheets, I’m unable to keep myself from mapping all that heated skin with my palms. Tracing every curve and indent as he trembles beneath me.
He’s gained weight since he’s been under my care, and I love to see it.
His chest is smooth, ribs hidden behind the appropriate amount of flesh.
He’s watching me, need simmering behind green eyes, as my thumbs find his nipples. Twisting and teasing the tiny buds until he’s squirming and panting.
“I love what my touch does to you. So damn responsive.” My breath quickens as I work them just a bit harder, plucking and twisting as he arches off the bed with each pull.
“Tier!”
“Patience.” My smile is sly, maybe even a bit smug.
I lean down and suck a nipple into my mouth, using teeth and suction until I have to hold his twitching body still with my arm.
Trailing my lips down his torso, I pause with every groan, every intake of breath, every twitch of his body, noting each place that makes him respond.
I nuzzle into the soft juncture of his hip and thigh, breathing in the musky scent of man that’s uniquely his. Fuck, he smells good. Clean sweat, heat, and him.
Lifting his legs over my shoulders, I open him up.
God, he’s so perfect. His pretty pink hole on display for me.
I lean down and trail my tongue below his balls and down his taint.
The wet heat of my mouth making him gasp until I take one of his balls into my mouth, gently massaging it with my tongue.
“Uungh, Fuck.”
The sounds he’s making are almost feral, something between a whine and a growl that goes straight to my dick. I pull off and engulf the other one.
My cock lies heavy between my legs, aching and weeping with a desperate need of its own. I ignore it. Tonight is about Arlo.
Edging him unmercifully, I deliberately bypass his cock, despite the tantalizing beads of pre-cum at the tip.
It’s such a pretty cock, long and lean, and in perfect proportion to his body, springing from a nest of light brown hair that I intend to bury my face in later, but for now I have a different destination in mind. I want to taste him—all of him.
I lift his legs higher, spreading him wider before tracing my finger down along his taint and circling his wrinkled hole.
“Oh God, Tier!” he moans. “You don’t have to—“
“Shh, baby. Need to taste you.” The first touch of my lips has him letting loose with a yelp, thighs trembling.
“Fuuuck.”
His musky flavor is everything I need, and I eat his ass like it’s my job, fluttering my tongue along his rim until he’s all but begging for my cock.
“You need something, ‘Lo?” I ask, breath hot against his ass. I don’t wait for him to answer; I just dive back in, working my tongue into that pretty little hole. When it finally slips past the tight ring of muscle, I stiffen it, thrusting in and out, while he gasps and moans.
“Oh God!” he cries. “Please, I need—“
“I’ve got what you need, baby.” I say, stroking his thigh even as I pull away to grab a condom. Rolling it on, I reach for the lube to coat my covered cock and two of my fingers. The last thing I want is to hurt him.
My fingers enter easily, his hole softened by my tongue. I scissor them to open him more, as his moans become more and more incoherent.
“So good for me. That’s it, open for me, ‘Lo.” He’s arching into my fingers, chasing them as I drag them out before thrusting them back in again.
Then I crook my finger, looking for that perfect spot. When his back arches and he shouts my name, desperate and shaking.
“Tier!”
I continue to work him, pegging his prostate with relentless precision until he’s gasping for breath, cock weeping copiously, a puddle of pre-cum on his stomach.
When I go to pull my fingers out, he whines with frustration.
“I need—“
“I know, baby. I’ve got you.”
Lining my cock up at his entrance, I push in slowly, afraid of hurting him. He bears down slightly as I push past that first ring of muscle, grunting at the stretch. I still immediately.
“Okay?” I check in, concerned it’s too much.
“Sss good.” He slurs, lust drunk, and panting, but already pushing his hips down. I enter him inch by inch until I’m fully seated, his ass flush against me.
His tight heat is like nothing I’ve ever felt before, like he was made for my cock. I want nothing more than to pump into that wet heat until he’s screaming my name, but I know the first time always takes a minute. I hold myself still, even though I’m sweating and panting with the effort of it.
“Move, Tier. Please!” he begs.
So, I move. Slinging my hip back before thrusting into him, the tight heat of him bringing me closer to the edge than I’d like. I hold it back with everything I’ve got, working my hips in a smooth rhythm that makes his breath come harder and his eyes glassy with desire.
“You taking me so well. So tight.” It comes out more as a growl than anything, because this man undoes me in ways I’ve never felt before. I grip his hips as I increase my pace. He’ll wear my marks tomorrow, which fills me with dark satisfaction.
“Fuck! Not gonna last. Can’t. Too good.” I pant even as I piston my hips harder. Every stroke is like liquid fire burning a trail of need through me. Every sensation seems amplified. I’m losing myself in the sweet heat of him.
“I’m coming,” is all he can get out before his muscles lock and spurts of creamy cum spray across his torso as he shouts my name.
The clench of his body around my cock is all it takes to get me there, and then I’m following him over the edge.
The white-hot ecstasy of my climax blurring the edges of my vision with its intensity.
I catch myself before I collapse on top of him. Easing over to his side, arms automatically pulling him into my embrace. We lie there, boneless and sated until our breath slows, basking in the afterglow.
“Oh my God, Tier. That was … that was… I don’t know what that was.”
My forehead drops to his shoulder as I chuckle.
“Whatever it was, we should keep doing it. Forever.”
“Forever’s long time, Tier. You might get sick of me.” He whispers, snuggling deeper into my side, head on my chest.
“I’m not sure even forever will be long enough for me.”
“For me either, Tier.”
I pull him closer, planting a soft kiss on the top of his head, because having him here finally makes this place feel like home.
Mine. Forever.
The End