Tangled with you, p.9
Tangled With You, page 9
Except not quite everything.
“Trev…” He could hear the need in his voice.
“I know,” Trev said softly. “Me, too.” He shifted position, then lightly licked the tip of Ollie’s cock. Ollie groaned, the sound low and deep, and though he tried to squirm, Trevor’s strong hands were on Ollie’s hips, holding him firmly in place.
With a deliberate slowness that drove Ollie mad, Trev used his tongue to tease and lick and suck—never fully taking him in, but playing with him just enough to have Ollie fisting his hands in the sheets, half out of his mind with need, but not quite to the edge.
He couldn’t remember ever being so turned on. It felt like heaven. It felt perfect. And even though he craved that explosive loss of control, right then he never wanted it to end.
“God, Trevor.” His voice was raw, needy, and he tilted his head back, eyes closed. He was completely at this man’s mercy, and Trevor didn’t disappoint, every lick and every touch designed to push Ollie right to the edge.
Game on, indeed.
And then, oh, yes, Trevor drew his cock fully in, his warm mouth enveloping him, sucking him long and deep until Ollie was fighting to keep from exploding, simply for the pleasure of making this sensation last.
But there was no fighting the way the pleasure was building inside him, like the increasing pressure of an imminent explosion. He opened his eyes, needing to see. Then watched as Trevor sucked his cock, the sight making his insides twist with a delicious need more intense than he’d ever felt.
He wanted the explosion. The release. And then, damned if he didn’t want Trevor in his mouth. At his mercy.
That was the thought that pushed him over the edge. That had heat flooding him. That had his entire being teetering on a precipice, fighting against the desire to go over and the longing to stay exactly like this, hyper-aroused with erotic pleasure enveloping him like the crackling of electricity.
But then Trevor’s other hand slid under Ollie’s balls, his fingers teasing Ollie’s crack until his fingertip found his ass. Ollie arched back, groaning. The sensation was incredible, and when Trevor licked his fingertip then gently teased it inside Ollie’s ass even as his tongue circled the head of Ollie’s cock, Ollie knew he had to either pull back or go completely over.
“Wait.” The word was barely a groan, but Trevor stopped immediately, lifting his head, his brow furrowed with worry. “No,” Ollie said. “It’s good. It’s amazing.” Wasn’t that an understatement. “But you asked—you asked what I wanted.” He bit his lower lip, feeling ridiculous for feeling nervous.
“So I did,” Trevor said, his head tilted just slightly, as if Ollie was a puzzle.
“What you said yesterday.” Ollie licked his lips and didn’t quite meet Trevor’s eyes. “That’s what I want.” His cheeks burned. Was he actually blushing?
“Yeah?” Trevor asked, then moved up Ollie’s body. He took Ollie’s chin in his hand, forcing Ollie to meet his eyes. “Tell me,” he whispered. “I want to hear you say it.”
Ollie’s chest tightened, and his mouth went dry. “You said you were going to fuck me.” He bit his lower lip, then exhaled. “Please, Trev. That’s what I want. Not your fingers. I want to feel your cock inside me.”
Trevor’s eyes went dark with lust, and his slow, sexy smile made Ollie even harder. Hell, right then he wanted to bury himself inside Trevor as much as he wanted to submit.
Soon.
He wanted this first. To be claimed. To be owned.
And he’d wanted it for one hell of a long time.
“I did say that,” Trevor said, with his ridiculously sexy grin.
“Yeah. You did.” Ollie propped himself up on his elbows and shrugged out of his shirt, tossing it off the bed. Then he reached out for Trevor’s waistband. “You’re overdressed for the occasion.”
“That’s me. Always with the social faux pas.”
“Very gauche,” Ollie agreed, his heart pounding as he watched Trevor slide off the bed, then slowly strip. Pants first, then briefs, so that his cock poked at the tail of his shirt before Trevor pulled it over his head and tossed it aside, revealing that stunning sculpted body. He unbuttoned his jeans, then tugged them down over his hips. He wasn’t wearing underwear, and that unexpected revelation sent a fresh shot of sensual awareness zinging through Ollie. An awareness that only increased when Trevor crawled onto the bed—and Ollie—then kissed him hard before whispering, “You want to be fucked, McKee?”
“God, yes.”
“Roll over.”
Ollie shook his head, and Trevor raised his brows. “I want to see you.”
Trevor grinned. “Fair enough.”
“So, what are—”
“Shut up,” Trevor said, sliding up Ollie’s body and taking care of that by closing his mouth over his in a slow, deep kiss that sent electricity zinging through his body only to collect in his painfully hard cock. When Trevor broke the kiss, he winked at Ollie, grabbed a pillow, and ordered Ollie to lift his ass.
Ollie complied, and Trevor slipped the pillow under Ollie’s hips before rolling off the bed and opening the overnight bag he’d brought. “Lube,” he said. “And a condom. I figured just in case.”
“I like the way you think,” Ollie said, then arched back and closed his eyes when Trevor’s lubed fingers teased his ass, the sensation almost enough to make him come right then. He heard the familiar sound of the foil package being torn and opened his eyes in time to see Trevor rolling the condom on his very large, very erect cock. He swallowed, his ass constricting, but not with nerves. With need.
So much need that he wanted to scream for Trevor to hurry. He was drunk with anticipation, heady with lust. “Please.” The word was so soft he was surprised Trevor even heard it, but he saw the way his mouth curved up and those eyes dipped to skim over Ollie’s body.
And then he was there, on hands and knees on the bed, his body over Ollie’s, his slick fingers teasing Ollie’s crack, his entrance, even as his mouth claimed Ollie’s in kiss that started out soft but got harder and deeper in time with the way that Trevor’s fingers were teasing Ollie’s rear.
His mind was spinning. Wanting.
Everything. He wanted it all. He wanted Trevor.
Hell, right then, Trevor was everything, and as far as Ollie was concerned, if he didn’t have him right then, he might as well just give it up and die. “Please,” he said again.
“Yeah,” Trevor said, breaking the kiss as he answered, then trailing kisses back down until he was once again over Ollie, the tip of his cock right at Ollie’s slick entrance, one hand on Ollie’s hip and the other on Ollie’s cock.
Ollie arched up, his body craving what Trevor was giving, then cried out at that first push, tight and painful in a way that, yeah, hurt so good.
“You okay?”
“Don’t you dare stop,” Ollie said, his voice raspy with need. “More. Slow, but more.”
Trevor said nothing, but his eyes never left Ollie’s, and soon he’d filled Ollie completely, and Ollie had no choice but to close his eyes, not because it hurt, but because the intimacy of this moment was too intense, too wonderful. And then when Trevor moved inside him … oh, dear god, it felt like the universe was splitting apart. Like he was being bathed in starlight. He felt owned. Possessed. Loved.
And then when Trevor fisted his cock and stroked Ollie in time with his thrusts, he felt nothing but a mindless pleasure that was more intense than anything he’d felt before. “Trevor—Oh, god, Trevor, I’m—”
But that was all he could say, as the power of speech and thought completely left as his orgasm crashed through him like a wave, his body shaking with pleasure as he shouted out his release even as Trevor came inside him.
The sensations seemed to last forever, and then Trevor slowly withdrew, and Ollie was left panting and satisfied and still wanting more as Trev settled beside him after disposing of the condom. Ollie turned on his side, so that they were face to face, and Trevor’s hand rested on Ollie’s hip.
“Wow,” Ollie said, then inched forward to brush a kiss across Ollie’s lips.
Trevor chuckled. “I was going to ask if that was good, but I think you just answered.”
“You know it was,” Ollie said. “Either that or I deserve the award for best actor.”
Trevor grinned, but there was something hesitant in his eyes.
“What?” Ollie asked, a small knot of worry fighting its way to the surface through the sea of lingering bliss.
Trevor shook his head, looking mildly embarrassed. “Your first time. I was just—just taking a quick inventory.”
Ollie laughed. “You can take my inventory anytime.” He rolled over until he was on top of Trevor, relishing the sensation. And the control. “And no, it wasn’t weird. I don’t feel awkward. I have zero regrets.” He frowned, then tilted his head. “No, I take it back. There’s just one thing that’s not right.”
He saw the flicker of fear in the other man’s eyes. “What’s that?”
“That I haven’t had my turn with you yet.” He grinned, feeling deliciously in control. “I hope you weren’t planning on drifting off to sleep right away.”
Trevor laughed. “No,” he said, his hands sliding up to cup Ollie’s ass. “Sleep is the last thing on my mind.”
Chapter Ten
“I’m very glad to hear that,” Ollie said, reveling in the power of now being the one in control. He shifted position so that he was straddling Trevor’s waist. Then he scooted back until he felt the glorious pressure of Trevor’s cock against his naked ass.
Trevor sucked in air, his whispered, “Oh, fuck, yeah,” making Ollie even harder.
With a mischievous grin, Trevor reached for Ollie, his hand closing over Ollie’s cock and giving him a little tug. “Up here,” he ordered. “I’m not done tasting you.”
“Oh, no. I’m in charge now.” Ollie’s voice felt raw, his body needy. His hands roamed over Trevor, wanting to feel everything. To taste everything.
“In charge?” Trevor’s hands slid around Ollie’s hips, then moved on to his ass. “I don’t know,” he continued with a tease in his voice. “I liked having you at my mercy.”
As he spoke, Trevor used his fingers to tease Ollie’s crack, the gentle caresses once again growing into a significantly less gentle need.
“Yeah?” Ollie’s voice broke a bit as his entire body burned. “Trust me when I say I already am. Let’s see what I can do about evening the score.”
He eased forward, and while Trevor continued to tease, Ollie did the same, his fingers exploring Trevor’s abs and chest.
He sat up slowly, his cock fully erect again. He met Trevor’s eyes, then saw his gaze dip to Ollie’s erection.
“I like the view.”
“Me too,” Ollie said, trailing his gaze over Trevor’s face, then his chest, then those gloriously ripped abs before dipping down to Trevor’s perfect cock.
He sucked in a breath as a fresh jolt of desire cut through him, and he shifted position until he was straddling Trev. Immediately, Trevor’s fingers moved to stroke Ollie’s cock. A featherlight touch, but it lit a fire. He arched back, fighting not to come again right then. He was walking a tightrope, wanting the explosion, but not wanting this to end.
Mostly, he wanted to take Trevor over. To know he had that power, too.
With a bit of regret, he pushed Trevor’s fingers away. “Oh, no. This is my show. Enjoy your front row seat.”
Trevor’s laugh rumbled through Ollie’s body as he leaned forward until his hands were brushing Trevor’s nipples, then his lips were on his neck, his jawline, his mouth.
He tasted like sin and seduction and perfection, and Ollie thought that Trevor might be the best kisser in the world. Sweet and firm, with just the right amount of wetness and tongue, and all designed to drive Ollie absolutely wild. Especially when Trevor twined his fingers in Ollie’s hair and drew him closer, deepening the kiss.
Ollie lost himself in it, melting into bliss as his hands trailed up to Trevor’s shoulders then around to caress the back of his neck. His lips moved from Trevor’s mouth down to his jaw, then further still until they reached Trevor’s collarbone.
He sat up, trailing his hands over Trevor’s extremely well-defined abs as he did so. “Someone works out.”
“We hot shot security agents have to stay in shape.”
“Nice for me.”
“You’re not in bad shape yourself,” Trevor countered, his hands sliding over Ollie’s bare thighs, his right one continuing on to circle Ollie’s cock. Slowly, he started to stroke.
Ollie moaned, then closed his eyes, desperate to once again succumb to the sensation. But there was something he wanted more, and with one firm movement, he pushed himself back until he was straddling Trevor’s thighs, his cock right there waiting for him to taste it.
He did. Slowly at first, his tongue teasing the steel shaft as he moved up to flick the lightest of licks over the glans. He closed his eyes, reveling in the taste of precum even as he forced himself to go slowly. To draw it out. To make Trevor as insane with lust as Ollie had been. Slowly, he teased with his tongue, then drew his cock in, wanting to take all of it. Wanting to make Trevor scream.
He opened his eyes to see Trevor arching up, his hips trying to thrust despite Ollie holding him firmly in place. This was his show, after all. His call on how to make Trevor burn.
“Yes,” Trevor murmured. “Christ, Ollie, yes.”
With Trevor’s words and moans urging him on, he increased his pace, drawing him in deeper, teasing with his tongue. Doing everything that drove him wild and more, and damned if it wasn’t working. He could feel the tension in Trevor’s body. That moment when he was so close to sending him tumbling over.
He shifted position, straddling Trevor’s torso now instead of his legs, his back to Trevor’s face.
“God, yes,” Trevor murmured, his hands cupping Ollie’s ass as Ollie once again took Trevor’s cock in his mouth. This time, though, it felt as though Trevor was running the show. Because although Ollie could feel the tension rising in Trevor—could practically feel the orgasm coming on himself—Trevor was driving Ollie just as crazy by teasing Ollie’s ass. By whispering how much he’d loved fucking him there. That he couldn’t wait to be inside him again.
The words were a potent aphrodisiac, and his mouth worked Trevor in time with the memory, rising and rising until he was right on the edge again, and it was in that moment that Trevor arched up, crying out Ollie’s name as he emptied himself, making Ollie feel like a goddamn hero in the process.
“Wow,” Trevor said. “Seriously, wow.”
“I second that,” Ollie murmured after he’d slid off and moved to snuggle close. They were lying face to face, and when Trevor reached up to stroke Ollie’s cheek, it felt like the most romantic moment ever.
“I—” He stopped. What could he say? Want you? Need you? Love you? They were all true—all of them, he was certain of it—but he couldn’t push the words out. Not now. Not yet.
Instead, he just smiled. “I feel wonderful.”
“Me, too,” Trevor said, but his eyes said more, and Ollie moved in even closer, his forehead pressed against Trevor’s chest. His eyes were so heavy. He wanted to stay awake, to tell Trevor how much this night meant to him, but sleep was pulling him under. And the last thing he felt was the soft, gentle brush of Trevor’s lips on his head.
* * * *
Sleep called to Trevor, but at the same time, it eluded him. How could he sleep now, after finally—finally—getting what he wanted?
Not sex, though that had been amazing.
No, what he’d wanted was Ollie’s submission. His consent. His trust.
His love.
For well over a year, he’d craved this man, but he’d never been entirely sure where Ollie stood. There was an attraction—that much was for damn sure. But was Ollie just curious? Was it just sex and attraction and having a good time?
Or was there more there?
He’d spent far too many nights praying that there was more, because Ollie was the first man since Greg who’d made him feel fully alive. Who’d planted thoughts of a future into his head. Of a relationship. Maybe marriage. Possibly kids.
And, yeah, he was probably getting ahead of himself. It was only sex after all.
Except was it?
It had felt like so much more. It had felt like a promise.
More than that, it had felt like love.
And the moment you lay that on Ollie, you’ll send him screaming for the hills.
Trevor shut the thought down, the possibility that he could scare Ollie away was just too damn depressing. And what was he doing thinking depressing thoughts right now, anyway? He’d just shared the best sex of his life with the man who was also his best friend. That wasn’t something to fret about; he should be celebrating. They’d crossed a line. They were moving forward.
So what if Ollie had only slept with women before? That meant nothing. Ollie wasn’t Greg. Ollie was a thousand miles away from the man Greg had been. A man who’d cheated, not only in marriage but in his own representation of himself. He’d specifically told Trevor he had no interest in women anymore. And even if he did, there was no way he’d break his vows.
And yet he’d broken them so easily.
With a sigh, Trevor moved closer to Ollie, his arm going around his waist. As he did, Ollie shifted, too, so that their bodies were spooned together.
“You’re thinking too loud.”
Ollie’s whispered words startled Trevor into laughter. “I thought you were asleep.”
“Mostly. I like the feel of you. Soaking it all in before I fade to black. No time for a repeat performance when we wake up. We’ll be on point downstairs. I’m making the most of the memory.”
Something worrisome tugged at his gut. That sounded like a one-off.
He swallowed. “Memories are good.”
“Damn right,” Ollie said, his voice thin with sleep.
