Same thing Magnus had been thinking about for the past month and a half. Ever since that night when he’d followed Trey home from the bar, then ended up half-naked, on the bed, both of them too hot to think of anything but the next kiss, the next touch.
Honestly, that night he’d figured Trey would back out, back down before they ever got that far. He’d seen it in the man’s eyes during their initial encounter when Magnus had interrupted what had appeared to be an argument between Trey and Cyrus. Something in Trey’s eyes had warned him he should proceed with caution. He’d felt Trey’s desire, knew he couldn’t deny there was something between them, but at the same time, Trey had a desperate need to be defiant, to go against his own desires. Someone—Cyrus, maybe—had hurt him and he’d been licking his wounds, protecting himself.
Magnus had proceeded with caution, telling himself he could help. After all, he wasn’t looking for anything and he certainly wasn’t looking to hurt him.
Didn’t mean he would love Trey or want more than a brief fling. He wasn’t that man, didn’t look to the future. At the same time, he didn’t pretend not to want what he wanted. Magnus lived in the moment and never, ever took anything for granted. There was nothing to say it wouldn’t be ripped right out of your hands with your next breath. He’d learned that lesson early.
But that night… He still remembered every kiss, every touch, but most often, he relived it so he could enjoy Trey’s dominance one more time. And he wasn’t lying when he said it’d been the best sex he’d ever had.
He took a long pull on his beer, stared at the wall as the memory flashed once again.
Magnus focused on the weight of Trey’s body grinding against him in all the right places, the warmth of his skin beneath his palms.
“Christ, you taste good,” Trey rumbled, his lips trailing down Magnus’s jaw, his neck.
“Fuck.” He palmed Trey’s head, holding him close so that wicked mouth moved over him, so skillful, so determined.
Unfortunately, Trey slipped away, getting to his feet, ending the moment abruptly.
Magnus shifted on the bed, angling for more space while he watched Trey in the dim light provided from the hallway. A soft click was followed by a warm yellow glow highlighting the sexy man so that Magnus no longer had to squint to admire.
“Better,” Trey said, his eyes still on Magnus.
Oh, yeah. “Definitely better,” he agreed, smiling.
He watched as Trey toed off his boots, stripped off his jeans and socks, leaving him in only the ass-hugging black boxer briefs that did little to hide the thick shaft tucked beneath.
“So much better,” he said on a long exhale.
One thing Magnus knew for sure, Trey might consider himself old, but his body was still in prime condition. Lean and defined with a set of rock-hard abs that made Magnus’s mouth water. Every move was a perfectly choreographed shift of sleek muscle and sinew beneath smooth, taut skin.
He made sure Trey saw the heat in his gaze as he eyed every delicious inch the man revealed.
Magnus jerked his chin toward Trey’s hips. “Might as well lose those, too.”
Trey’s eyes glittered, a smile forming as he teased him, lowering his underwear and revealing his rock-hard cock. Magnus admired the way he fisted his erection, stroking slowly, eyes never leaving Magnus’s face.
Magnus didn’t have to pretend to be appreciative. The man’s cock was glorious. Long, thick, with a slight curve and a wide head currently glistening with pre-cum, proof he was as excited for what was about to happen as Magnus was.
Although it would’ve behooved him to stay where he was, to wait to see what Trey had in store for him, Magnus wasn’t the sort to wait for things to come to him, not even sinfully delicious men whose eyes gleamed with passion.
Without haste, he sat up on the bed, scooted to the edge, then quickly eased to his knees on the floor in front of Trey. He heard the hitch in Trey’s breath when he slowly wrapped his fingers around his shaft while he stared up at him. Opening his mouth, he stuck out his tongue, then dragged the wide, glistening head over it, earning a hiss from Trey.
Magnus maintained eye contact as he teased with his tongue, outlining every ridge, learning the shape of him before taking him into his mouth. Trey’s beautiful cock was soft as silk and hard as steel. So. Fucking. Hard. Trey’s cock pulsed against his tongue, as strong and steady as the man himself.
This was going to be so damn good.
Trey’s hand shot to his head, palming it firmly. “Fuck.”
And when Trey took control, holding him in place, pumping his hips, Magnus gave himself over to the pleasure of it. He relished the velvety flesh that slid over his tongue, sucking and licking just to hear the sounds Trey made.
Trey inhaled sharply, held tight to Magnus’s head, hips pumping rhythmically as he fucked Magnus’s mouth. All the while, Magnus watched him, his goal to give Trey all that he needed, all that he wanted in this moment. And seeing him like this … uninhibited, wrapped up in the pleasure … it made him ache for things he hadn’t ached for in a long damn time.
“Christ Almighty … that mouth … fuck.” There was strain in Trey’s voice when he added, “Not yet, Magnus. Not yet.”
A little disappointed when Trey stopped him, Magnus sat back on his haunches, stared up at the man, waited.
He didn’t have to wait long before Trey was gripping his arm, manhandling him to his feet, then shoving him back on the bed. He landed with a bounce, laughing as the breath shot out of him even as Trey began to unbutton Magnus’s jeans, yanking them down his hips.
He had never had such a forceful lover and he couldn’t deny he liked it. A lot.
The laughter died the instant Trey’s mouth circled his cock.
Magnus’s back arched, a bellowing groan slipping out as pleasure unlike anything he’d felt in a long damn time consumed him. And then it slowed, morphing into something that kept his skin prickling, his spine tingling as Trey worshipped his cock. Magnus shifted, eager to watch as those succulent lips glided up and down his shaft.
“Fuck, you look good like that.” He slid his hand over Trey’s hair but didn’t attempt to hold him. He simply wanted to touch, because the sensations were so powerful he feared, if he gave himself over to them, he’d come before he was ready.
While he continued to suck, Trey worked Magnus’s jeans down his legs. He tried to help, but it was futile. He was trapped, overwhelmed by the pleasure, so he left the chore of stripping him to Trey.
When he was finally naked, Trey joined him on the bed, his hand replacing his mouth as he stroked firmly, keeping the tension coiled tightly within.
“Definitely taste good,” Trey said, leaning in until their lips collided again.
Magnus rolled so that he was on top of Trey, tongues thrashing, bodies grinding together. To his surprise, Trey didn’t buck him off. No, those big, rough hands gripped the backs of Magnus’s thighs and held him there, cock gliding against cock. The air raced out of his lungs as the friction sent shards of exquisite pleasure darting down his spine.
He was dangerously close to the pinnacle when Trey rolled them again, this time knees settling between his thighs, shoving his legs wide, cool air gliding over his skin when their chests parted.
“Trey…”