Tierney didn’t wake up.
This is ridiculous. If he wakes up, he wakes up. Just get out of this situation. He nudged Tierney’s shoulder gently, trying to ease himself to the side and slip out from under him.
Then Tierney’s eyelids flickered open, inches from Dalton’s hard-on, and everything changed. Instead of Dalton doing what he’d meant to—pushing Tierney away gently, or just standing up and dumping the man on the floor—he froze. Forgot all about plans to escape as his heart sped up and all the heat in his body surged to his cock.
Tierney was staring at it—it must look huge from that angle. He swallowed, meeting Dalton’s gaze for a second that felt like forever. One of those moments where, in spite of what had been said before and what they would pretend afterward, they both knew the truth right now.
Dalton wanted Tierney to touch him, and Tierney wanted to.
Dalton’s ability to ignore future consequences was threatened when Tierney hesitated. Before he could come to his senses fully, he found his hand on the back of Tierney’s head. Not pushing, just encouraging. When Tierney licked his lips, Dalton fell back into the moment, unbuttoning his fly with his other hand, moving things along, working his fingers into his shorts and pushing them down, baring skin and hair.
Tierney’s breathing sped up, pupils widened and totally engrossed. He lifted his head, and Dalton tightened his grip reflexively before loosening it. But Tierney wasn’t pulling away. He was too captivated by Dalton’s dick. Under its spell.
Easing himself out slowly, he tracked the motion of Tierney’s eyes and the way his Adam’s apple bobbed. The elastic band dragged across the head, making Dalton’s hips jerk and Tierney’s breath catch. The cooler air of the room brushed his naked skin, alternating with warmer gusts from Tierney’s open mouth.
“I want to—” Tierney gulped the rest of his words, reaching up with a shaking hand and stroking his fingertip down Dalton’s shaft. Dalton groaned, barely audible, and Tierney met his eyes again. “I’ve never done this,” he said, right before he slid off the couch and knelt on the floor between Dalton’s legs.
Muscles clenched involuntarily, tightening everything in Dalton’s groin. He groaned louder, widening his knees and slouching to be closer to Tierney’s mouth.
Tierney hesitated again, so Dalton showed him the way. Smoothed his owns palms up the insides of his thighs until his fingers circled his package, then worked his thumbs into the waistband of his briefs and pulled it down, under his balls, which were so tight and sensitive he swore he could feel Tierney’s eyes.
Tierney moved all at once, grasping Dalton’s dick in his fist, forcing Dalton to take a shuddering breath. Then Tierney’s tongue was sliding around and searching under the rim of his head and in the slit on top. Finally, he sealed his lips over Dalton’s cock and sank down his shaft.
“Fuck,” Dalton gasped, but his palms were over Tierney’s ears so he probably didn’t hear. Dalton could hear—and feel—Tierney’s small noises just fine, though. Sucking and tiny moans that never made it past the back of his throat before shivering their way down Dalton’s dick. Then Tierney’s fingers worked under Dalton’s shirt, tracing his abs and searching up his torso. Dalton nearly bit through his tongue when Tierney found his nipple and grasped it, squeezing.
Tierney took too much and gagged, but didn’t pull off. Dalton yanked his hands back, fighting his urge to force Tierney’s head farther. Not just to take more of him, but to make Tierney choke on it. Why? He pushed the thought away—he could figure that out after he came.
After he shot into Tierney’s mouth and felt him swallow Dalton’s cum down.
OhmyGod. He raised his hips off the couch, nearly there, and Tierney gagged again, which felt crazy good. So good Dalton felt the echo from behind his balls to the tip of his cock, nearly in Tierney’s throat. He didn’t even warn him, he just started emptying himself into the man, his hand back on Tierney’s head and doing far more than encouraging.
It was the ultimate reward for letting himself have this moment—slipping into the orgasm dimension, where everything was pure pleasure for as long as he stayed there.
But orgasms never lasted, and reality always reasserted itself.
Reality was Tierney pulling away from him, falling back against the coffee table and staring up at Dalton with wide eyes and spittle running down his face, coating puffy lips.
In his last few moments in the orgasm zone, that was sexy.
Then he felt supremely guilty. I wanted to make him choke on it. Had made him, at the end. He’d never been a guy who got off on power before, so why this time? As Tierney’s expression grew more troubled—with a hint of fear—Dalton’s guilt turned into shame. He slid off the couch, joining Tierney on the floor and pushing the coffee table back with one hand, taking Tierney’s shoulder in his other hand and urging him to lie down.
Tierney’s eyes went wide, darting around the room, and he resisted.
“Let me do it for you,” Dalton whispered.
Tierney didn’t move.
“Do you want to sit on the couch? I could kneel on the floor.” He owed Tierney that.
Tierney stared for another second, then shook his head, lying back. Trust overcame fear.
He’d gone soft, maybe from fear. But as Dalton ran his fingers all over Tierney’s body, pushing under his shirt to feel his trail of hair, then started to open his fly, he could see Tierney’s erection growing.
“Do you want a condom?” Tierney rasped.
He should, but, “No.” He passed his hand over the front of Tierney’s briefs, tracing the length of him, cupping the shaft in his palm as it grew hotter and harder. Then he worked Tierney’s jeans and shorts below his hips, exposing him slowly. Tierney’s cock was trying to rise off his stomach, bowing up toward Dalton, and his hairy nuts were wrinkled and pulled up snug against the base of his dick. Dalton took a few seconds to look at him before touching, not analyzing or comparing, but enjoying the way Tierney’s shaft widened in the middle, and stretched up into a bullet-shaped head.
Tierney’s gulping breaths filled the room, and the smell of his excitement drifted off of him. Not scared now. Dalton leaned over and buried his nose in Tierney’s pubes, in the joint between his groin and his hip, inhaling him. Breathing in lust.
Just the taste of him in the air made Dalton start hardening again, and when he ran his tongue up the big vein on Tierney’s dick to lick his head, they both groaned. Using his lips, he coaxed Tierney’s cock upright, then he started the serious business of going down on the man.