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.
Chapter 12
Tiernan
We make it to the gym by early afternoon. I refused to rush this morning. Arlo needed extra sleep after last night, and I knew Diesel would take care of things. There’s a reason he has a key.
I throw an arm around Arlo, settling him against my side as if he’s always been there. I’m claiming him. He’s mine and I want my boys to see it.
Diesel clocks us first. Arlo tenses next to me, but Diesel’s only acknowledgment is a sly, knowing smile. Those big brown eyes of his brimming with delight. Tank’s the one who’s gonna make a scene. I don’t care. I’m ready for it.
“The Black Wolf’s got himself a cub.” Tanks face lights up. His favorite thing is shit-talking. “T, you dog—”
He stops speaking abruptly when Diesel’s hand hits the back of his head with enough force to knock him forward.
“What the hell, Diesel!” he protests.
“Shut it, Tank. Before you get yourself in too deep.”
Saint snorts with amusement at Tank’s predicament. He loves seeing Tank get taken down a peg. He gives me a half-smile, which is equivalent to a ringing endorsement from him.
