So of course his orgasm ambushed him right away. That didn’t make it any less intense—it was all the muscle spasming wave of sensation he was used to, and even better because he had Dalton’s body clenched around him. But still humiliating. He tried to apologize for coming so soon by groaning and shoving into Dalton’s ass farther, but he had a feeling something got lost in translation.
Propped up on his hands, eyes scrunched shut, still inside Dalton, he tried again once he was done. “Sorry.”
Over the sound of Tierney’s panting, Dalton said, “It’s okay.”
Nope. “Not okay.”
“You’ll last longer next time.” Dalton sounded nearly as out of breath as he was, and there was another sound, a familiar one. Tierney opened his eyes and his suspicions were confirmed—he was still jacking himself.
It’d be even hotter if that was my hand. “I wanna do that.” He slipped out, took off the condom, and dropped it over the side of the bed, then put his hand over Dalton’s, learning the strokes he liked, and feeling the excitement pulse through him. Dalton came within a minute, cum rushing out all over Tierney’s fingers, and even that was hot.
Then Dalton pulled him down on top of his body and wrapped his arms around Tierney, holding him against his damp skin and panting in his ear.
“Was that okay? Like, the sex?” Tierney pushed up to see Dalton’s face, because he really wanted to know, truthfully.
“Yeah.” Dalton was smiling, then he lifted a hand and ran his fingers through Tierney’s hair. “It felt good.”
“So I did it right?”
“As long as you’re not doing it wrong, you’re doing it right.”
“Um, then did I do it wrong?”
“No, you very much didn’t do it wrong.”
“So, you’d, like, do it again?” He traced the curve of Dalton’s cheekbone with a fingertip. He’d always wanted to do that, but he hadn’t realized it until now. And the guy’s eyebrow, he wanted to stroke that too.
“With you?” Dalton blinked sleepily. “Yes.”
He wants to do it with me. Tierney kissed him, just a small one to test the texture of his lips against Dalton’s. “When?” Between this being his first time fucking a guy and the sneak-attack orgasm, he probably wouldn’t be down for long. Plus, this was Dalton, and Tierney was beginning to think he’d never get enough of the benefits they had with each other.
Dalton laughed. “When we’re both ready, I guess.”
Tierney was right, it didn’t take long.
The second time was even better than the first. They tried a new—to him—position, with Dalton on his stomach. At some point, watching the guy underneath him, Tierney forgot about his dick being an instrument of his own pleasure, and began to see it as a way to make Dalton feel good. When Tierney moved inside him in certain ways, Dalton’s breath would hitch, or he’d even moan quietly. One angle in particular made him tense up everywhere and gasp out a soft “uh” every time Tierney thrust into him. Tierney tried a different stroke, adjusting his pelvis a little lower, and he could actually see the sexual tension easing out of Dalton’s spine, so he changed back to the previous angle, fine-tuning the rhythm by reading Dalton’s back muscles and his increasing noises.
And then the most amazing thing happened. Dalton came while Tierney was inside him. Buried almost all the way, so focused on hitting that one spot that made his partner jerk and groan, he was taken completely by surprise when Dalton whispered, “Oh God Tierney,” and then clamped down on his dick, muscles contracting around him while Dalton moaned and reached under himself for his own cock.
He’d been so intent on making Dalton happy, he forgot coming was the end goal right up until his body shuddered with the release of all that sensation coiled inside of him. Another sneak attack. Squeezing his eyes shut, he let it shoot through him, out the top of his head and through his toes and fingertips. He might have even been streaming light for all he knew—so hot inside that some chemical reaction must have been occurring, making him glow.
Afterward, laying with his chest on Dalton’s back, their heartbeats created another rhythm altogether. Dalton’s tapped rapidly under his ear, and his own pulse answered, booming inside his rib cage nearly as fast.
“I had no idea sex could be that good,” he mumbled against the skin of Dalton’s neck.
“Me neither,” Dalton sighed.
It was a nice thing to say, even if it wasn’t true.
Then the dude’s cat sank his claws into Tierney’s ass and afterglow was so over.
“I’m so sorry about this,” Dalton said for the umpteenth time. They were in his bathroom and he’d just finished cleaning the scratches that Blue had given Tierney. The wounds were shallow, except at the end of one long line of red, ripped skin, where there was more of a puncture. He pressed a quick kiss on it, then picked up the tube of antibiotic cream from the counter where he’d left the first aid supplies.
Tierney sighed and shifted. “It’s okay.”
“Would you rather lie down while I do this?” Dalton was using the toilet as a seat with Tierney standing in front of him. It put him at the right eye level for doctoring buttocks.
“You’re almost done, right? This is fine.”
“I’d say Blue isn’t normally like that, but I’d be lying.”
“If I didn’t know better,” Tierney muttered, “I’d think Grandfather’s ghost possessed the fucking thing.”
“No, Blue’s just mean.” Although he hadn’t had a guy in his bed since he got his pet, so maybe Tierney was special? Or it was karma, for Dalton trying to pretend Tierney was his boyfriend, and not honoring their “friends only” agreement. Except then shouldn’t the cat have sliced him up?
“Wouldn’t be so bad if you’d clawed me.”
If he was making jokes, he couldn’t be too angry, right? The second after Tierney had yowled—sounding a lot like Blue—and leaped off the bed, Dalton had steeled himself. Even before he knew what had happened, he’d braced for the asshole side of the man to appear and spout shit he’d regret later.
Annoyance made an appearance, but Tierney’s temper didn’t flare up.
If Blue had scratched any of my exes, they’d have put me out.
Dalton ripped open a bandage and carefully applied it to his lover’s butt over the deepest part of the wound. He’d so much rather still be lying in bed, with Tierney’s body weighing him down and the man’s whiskers scratching the back of his neck.