He smiles, a small one, but it’s there.
“I’d like that,” is his soft reply.
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.
