When he stepped outside, the cool wind hit him in the face. Too bad it wasn’t cold enough to knock some sense into him.
Because Magnus knew the way, Trey didn’t bother waiting. He hopped in his truck and headed out. The man would follow or he wouldn’t. Either way, it was out of Trey’s hands now.
Fifteen minutes later, he was standing in his doorway watching Magnus’s SUV park in his driveway.
This felt much too familiar. Just like the first time.
And like that night, Trey felt the surge of adrenaline the instant Magnus stepped through the doorway.
“God help me,” he muttered seconds before he slammed Magnus against the wall and kissed him.
Magnus didn’t hold back, yanking Trey in close, hard hands roaming, desperate.
“For the record, this was your idea,” Trey said, moving back, bringing Magnus with him as he headed for the bedroom. “I was content with one night.”
“Shut up,” Magnus growled, crushing their lips together.
Trey couldn’t take his mouth off the man. He tasted good, like beer and man. And maybe a little like mistakes and broken promises, but Trey pretended not to notice. He didn’t care. He wasn’t thinking about tomorrow or the next day. They were in the moment. Right here. Only here.
When he made it to the bedroom, he pushed Magnus against the door again, pulled back enough so they could both shrug out of their coats, letting them fall to the floor. Trey ripped his shirt over his head, flung it behind him, then took the liberty of doing the same to Magnus.
“Trey…”
Oh, yeah. He loved the way Magnus said his name. He shouldn’t, of course, but he did.
Next to come off were boots and jeans, and finally they were naked, falling into one another.
Unlike last time, he wasted no time with foreplay. There’d be time for it later.
“Where’re you goin’?” Magnus growled, reaching for Trey when he leaned over to grab the condoms from the nightstand.
He snagged them as he fell back into Magnus. Their lips crushed together once more as he performed a magic trick, ripping open a condom with only one hand.
It pained him to do so, but he pulled back long enough to roll on the condom. He took another moment for lube before he leaned over Magnus once more.
Then there they were, face-to-face as he positioned himself against Magnus’s tight hole. He held the man’s gaze in the dimly lit room, trying to rein in the sparse remnants of his control as he guided himself home. He gritted his teeth, locked his muscles. Although he wanted this man more than his next breath, he didn’t want to cause undue pain, so he forced himself to slow down.
“Don’t you dare hold back,” Magnus whispered, his hands cupping Trey’s neck, those intense hazel eyes pinned on his face.
“You sure about that?”
Magnus lifted his head, his breath fanning Trey’s mouth. “I’ve thought of this every single fucking day.” He nipped Trey’s lower lip. “Fuck me.”
Ah, hell.
Without preamble, he pushed inside the man, the blistering heat of Magnus’s body consuming him as it chased the air from his lungs. Trey closed his eyes for a moment and succumbed to the pleasure.
When he opened his eyes, it was to find Magnus still staring at him, his mouth partially open.
“Fuck me, Trey,” he whispered, a gravel-laced plea that triggered something deep inside him.
Trey shifted so they were as close as they could be, then he pulled his hips back, slid out slowly, then drove his hips forward.
Magnus’s deep grunt spurred him on.
Trey retreated, slammed in again.
And then all thought fled as he fucked Magnus with all the pent-up lust that had been coursing through his veins since their first and only time together.
Trey drove into Magnus over and over, staring down at him. For a brief moment, he allowed himself to get lost in the sensations.
“Oh, fuck,” Magnus moaned, his hands tightening behind Trey’s head.
No words followed, but they weren’t necessary. When Magnus threw his head back and came with a low groan, Trey was quick to follow.
Oddly enough, he had needed that. It had taken the edge off.
Albeit only temporarily.
Trey was still hard five minutes after he’d fallen off of Magnus, allowing the man to breathe while he fought to drag air into his own lungs.
That was … he wanted to say unexpected, but he knew that was a lie. It was exactly as he’d thought it would be. He hadn’t been imagining their chemistry, and round two proved it.
From the beginning, Trey had figured sex with Magnus would be mind-blowing because there was just something about him, something erotic, something that made Trey want to do dirty, dirty things. And he’d been right, although mind-blowing did seem like a slight understatement.
Forcing himself up, Trey headed for the bathroom, took care of disposing of the condom. He splashed water on his face and purposely avoided his reflection. He did not need to see the satisfaction he knew he’d find there. Whatever that was … it had been perfect. No strings, no expectations. Fucking for the sake of fucking and a man who could give as good as he got.
Yeah, Trey liked fucking Magnus. He liked it a lot.
Needing more time, he turned on the shower and climbed in, not bothering to wait until it was hot. Lukewarm would have to do, because going back to that bed, to Magnus … it wasn’t an option right now. The only thing he wanted was to continue what they’d started. He wanted to spend the next few hours lost in the pleasure of it, lost in the man, and he wasn’t sure that was a wise idea.
Sighing, he grabbed for the three-in-one soap, lathered his hair and his face before turning into the spray. It was while he was letting the water wash it all away that he heard Magnus come in. The shower curtain pulled back with a slight screech of metal rings on a metal bar, closed again, and then there were hands on him. Calloused hands. Steady hands.
“Tryin’ to run already?” Magnus’s raspy voice was followed by warm lips across Trey’s shoulders. His nipples tightened from the sensation, skin prickling because it felt so fucking good.
Trey was one who needed to be touched. He enjoyed it immensely, something he found wasn’t for everyone. His ex-husband, for example. Unless sex was involved, Paul hadn’t been interested.
Magnus’s arms came around him, pulling him back. Trey didn’t resist, leaning into him, letting those hands roam over him while the water continued to heat, steaming up the bathroom. Reaching back, he placed his hands on Magnus’s thighs, moaned when Magnus began flicking Trey’s nipples with his thumbnails.
“You like that.”
Since it wasn’t a question, Trey didn’t confirm or deny. It was obvious he did and Magnus knew it.
Gentle hands turned him, urged him back. Trey leaned against the wall, watched as Magnus leaned in and used his tongue and teeth to torment his nipples, making them harden more. When he bit down, Trey dropped his head back and groaned. Bliss. Pure, unadulterated bliss. That little bite of pain was what he needed, what he craved.
Magnus didn’t stop. His hands continued to roam while his mouth followed suit, trailing over Trey’s chest, his shoulders, arms. He could hardly breathe for how good it felt. More than he bargained for. More than he deserved.
As though his goal was to be thorough, Magnus had him turn again, his ministrations moving over Trey’s back, lower. Completely blissed out, he had no choice but to let Magnus maneuver him this way and that until Trey ended up with his palms flat on the tiled wall, his hips back, and a talented tongue working him into a frenzy.