Page 28 of The Hummingbird’s Gift

Ro moaned. He couldn’t help it. “Like what?”

“Like keep you on your knees here all day. Or bend you over this table and take you hard.” Tier’s soft caresses didn’t match his rough words, which only made them feel dirtier. “Would you like that? In your kitchen where you made a beautiful meal for me?”

“Mmmmm… Yes. I want that.”

“I don’t want to rush with you, though. Our first time should be special and last night was a bit frantic.”

Ro laughed, noticing how Tier’s cock jumped in his pants each time he exhaled. “Last night was our first time. Our next time will be special because it’s you, but last night was already perfect. And it wasn’t frantic. You made me wait forever.”

“You don’t want me to lay you down on your bed and make love to you?” Tier’s voice was gently teasing, but it also seemed like an honest question.

Ro would have felt embarrassed, but he was already kneeling between Tier’s thighs, hands clasped behind his back with his mouth pressed to his dick through a thin layer of fabric. With his face buried, he felt like he could say anything. “I mean, if I get a choice, I’d take the table.”

Tier laughed, loudly and freely. “You are perfect for me.” He pressed Ro’s face farther into his groin and slid one bare foot up to cover Ro’s cock.

Ro’s heart pounded and he sucked in air. Tier pressed harder with his heel, until the force was almost painful on his trapped length. It was amazing.

“You gorgeous, dirty boy,” Tier said fondly. “Go get the lube. And when you come back, I want you naked.”

It took Ro a moment to make sense of the words, and when he did, he stood up too quickly. He realized he had to stretch out his legs before he could walk. Tier put a steadying hand on his back. “Take your time. This isn’t a race.”

Ro stretched again, then quickly traced the few steps to his room to get supplies. It might not be a race, but he was still eager.

Taking his pajama pants off proved a little harder. When he’d first noticed that Tier was dressed, he’d thought he was leaving. Now all he could think of was how exposed he would be, standing there naked while Tier was fully clothed.

It was deliciously nerve-wracking. He hoped Tier liked what he saw.

Tier’s heated glance when he saw him again started to change his mind, though he still worried. “Turn,” Tier commanded.

Feeling uncomfortably on display, Ro complied. “I’m sorry I’m so… large.” He couldn’t think of a better way to explain it.

Tier’s eyes narrowed. “I don’t ever want to hear you say that about yourself again, either. Bend over the table.”

That was even more embarrassing. Tier could see everything. Yet somehow it just made Ro’s cock harder. Tier stepped up behind him, pressing so close that his belt pressed into Ro’s bare skin.

Tier ran a gentle hand down his back. “Do you know what I find so sexy about you?”

Ro made an inquisitive noise.

“Your strength. Your bulk. The way that you could lift twice my weight, and yet you’re so willing to kneel at my feet. It’s exquisite.”

“Oh.” Ro hadn’t thought of it that way. He shivered.

“That’s right. All of those delicious muscles are mine to command.” He slipped his hands around to Ro’s belly, where it pressed into the table. “I love how thick you are, how solid and powerful. It makes me want to pin you down and make you scream.”

Oh, yes. That was what he wanted. And he could see it now from Tier’s perspective, the rush of controlling someone so much stronger.

“Hands on the edge of the table,” Tier snapped.

Desperate to please, Ro spread his arms, gripping the opposite sides of the board he rested on. His cock strained against the wood, thrilled by the rough commands.

Tier continued the gentle strokes over his back. “You brought condoms. Do you want to use them?”

“I haven’t been with anyone in a decade. I, um, picked these up at the clinic a while ago, but I never had any reason to use them.”

“As I told you, I haven’t been with anyone for just as long.”

Tier’s fingers dipped lower, teasing along his crack. “Tell me if you don’t like anything.”