“You sure you’re okay, Arlo? I don’t want to scare you.” He steps closer, and his heated breath next to my ear makes my stomach flutter.
“I don’t want to hurt you.” I tell him to distract myself from the sensations his body is creating.
“You won’t.” He assures me.
“Okay, I’m ready.” I tell him, steeling myself against his next move.
The grab comes immediately, and I’m unprepared. Arms like steel bands circle my body, and I gasp for breath. His back against mine, his mouth next to the shell of my ear, and the smell of clean sweat and sandalwood send the completely wrong signals to my body, because it does not see Tiernan as a threat. Not even a little.
All I can focus on is the connection between our bodies and the surge of liquid fire dancing through my body, straight to my cock. It firms up in a way that’s going to be painfully obvious as soon as I turn around.
Get it together!
I can’t remember what I’m supposed to do and all I want to do is melt against him. It’s been so long since someone’s held me like this. It’s both arousing and comforting.
“Huh. Maybe this isn’t the day to practice escapes,” Ternan says, his voice rougher than normal. His arms loosen their hold. I almost whimper when he removes them completely, barely stopping myself from chasing after his warmth.
“Let’s take a break.” Tiernan says, voice strained as he steps away from me. I don’t turn around at first; the situation in my shorts is improving, but we aren’t there yet.
It takes a minute, but when I do turn, I see that Tiernan’s also facing the other way. He does a quick adjustment to his shorts before he turns around to face me, face impassive. His eyes tell a completely different story, and I’m taken aback. I wasn’t the only one whose body responded. That’s something I wasn’t expecting.
He reaches for my water bottle, passing it over with his signature stare. I take a drink without protest. He gestures, and we both take a seat on the mat.
“Remember, if someone is trying to hurt you, you don’t owe them anything. Not consideration or compassion. They made their choice, and now you have to make yours.”
“I know.” My heart doesn’t, though, and it’s what got me into the whole “Derek” situation. The damn traitor.
“Sometimes you’ve only got one chance, Arlo. You need to make it count.”
He’s looking at me as if I matter.
Me.
I don’t believe it.
But I really want to.
When I head to the shower once we’re done, there’s a sense of satisfaction. The kind you feel when you know you’ve worked hard and earned it. It’s been years since I’ve felt anything even close.
I strip down, anticipating the delicious feel of hot water. Sliding the curtain aside, I turn the faucet all the way to the left. I’ve had a semi for the last half of the lesson, and it’s all I can think about. Who knew there’d be so much touching involved in a self-defense class.Somuch touching.
I palm my cock as I step under the spray. No way do I want to go through the day with a boner. I can take care of it quickly. No one’s here yet and Tier’s in his office.
I grab some of my body wash. This won’t take long with as worked up as I’ve been.
I lather up, working my hand down my chest, and by the time I reach my dick, my eyes gently close, and all I see is Tiernan—shirtless, sweaty, touching me. I wrap my hand around myself with one tight squeeze, and I can’t help but let out a small moan.
I imagine sinking to my knees in front of him and taking him into my mouth. The heavy weight of his cock on my tongue. The salty tang of pre-cum. His loud groans as I suck him down into my throat.
I lean back against the tiled shower wall, and it cools my heated skin.
Oh, fuck, this feels good.
I swallow my moan as my hand picks up speed.
“How about tomorrow we--”
I turn and Tiernan halts just inside the doorway. His eyes widen as we both freeze. We hold each other’s gaze, as if we’re locked in place. Breath quickening, my hand still clutching my dick, unable to move. I can see the vein on his neck pulsing as his heart speeds up. Mine keeps pace as if we’re connected by more than a look.
