“Shut up and suck my dick,” Trey growled, jerking Magnus’s head forward again as he succumbed to the pleasure.
Oh, hell.
He was in so much trouble.
*
Magnus had been jonesing for Trey for the past three days, but unlike Trey, he didn’t have a problem admitting it.
Sure, making the two-hundred-mile drive to see the guy for one night was probably a bit on the desperate side, but when he’d set out three hours ago, Magnus had decided he didn’t really give a shit. He was enjoying the hell out of his time with Trey, and what better way to keep the sparks alive than to make a surprise visit?
And boy, did he love these fucking sparks.
Even now, as Trey roughly fucked his face, using him for his own pleasure, Magnus was high on the adrenaline pumping through his veins. It was always like this. Every single time. Even six months in, every time was like the first.
A dark, thundering growl escaped Trey seconds before his hand tightened in Magnus’s hair, holding him still.
“Not yet,” Trey groaned.
No, definitely not yet. Magnus wasn’t ready for Trey to come any more than he was. He knew it only got better from here.
When Trey tugged on his hair, Magnus pushed to his feet. He grunted when Trey slammed his lips down on his, those strong arms banding around him, holding him firmly.
This was the best part of their encounters, as far as Magnus was concerned. That moment when Trey dominated the situation, rendering Magnus putty in his hands. Never had Magnus been with anyone—man or woman—who could so easily take control, and he’d be the first to admit, he’d gotten addicted to it.
“Put your hands on me,” Trey breathed against his lips, moving them toward the bed.
Magnus dragged his palms over Trey’s naked back, loving the way those muscles bunched and his skin tightened. It hadn’t taken long for Magnus to realize this was what turned Trey on the most. He loved to be touched. Good thing, too, since Magnus enjoyed the hell out of touching.
Magnus slid his palms around to Trey’s chest, forcing him to step back, to allow Magnus to continue. Trey released him, but he didn’t go far. His fingers curled around Magnus’s wrists, guiding his hands over his chest, his abs. Magnus paid attention to every inch, enjoying Trey’s soft sighs and guttural groans.
As soon as he had Trey distracted, Magnus pushed him down to the bed. He kicked off his flip-flops before crawling over him so he could continue his ministrations while Trey relaxed. Their eyes met and held as Magnus straddled his hips, pausing briefly to tease Trey’s small, dark nipples into tight little points.
“Admit it, you missed me, too,” Magnus said with a smile.
“Not a chance.”
That made Magnus’s smile widen. Initially, he’d believed that Trey hadn’t wanted anything to do with him. Perhaps the man hadn’t. But it hadn’t taken Magnus long to dig his way beneath Trey’s skin, giving him exactly what he needed that brought them both maximum satisfaction.
Magnus leaned down, nipped Trey’s bottom lip. “Admit it,” he repeated as he rocked his hips, grinding against Trey’s impressive erection.
“No.”
Even as Trey said it, the man’s hands had already started working the button on Magnus’s shorts. The zipper followed. Magnus hissed in a breath as those hard hands curled around his cock. And then he was thrusting into Trey’s fists, increasing the friction. He knew Trey wouldn’t let it go on too long, so he took advantage when he did.
“Lose the shorts,” Trey demanded.
It wasn’t easy to do since Trey refused to release his cock, but Magnus managed to get his shorts down his legs, then Trey used his feet to kick them away.
“Now the shirt.”
This was easier, although it gave Trey free rein to stroke him more firmly. If Magnus didn’t know better, he would think the man was trying to make him come.
He was tossing his shirt to the floor when Trey moved, shifting so quickly it surprised Magnus. The next thing Magnus knew, he was straddling Trey’s head, his cock tunneling into that sexy fucking mouth. He gripped the headboard that was mounted on the wall, using it to hold himself still while Trey succeeded in blowing his fucking mind.
“Trey,” he growled in warning. “Ah, Jesus … Trey … fuck.”
It was too easy to get lost in the sensations, to lose himself to a man who knew exactly what to do to have him dangling precariously from that razor-sharp edge. But what made it absolutely phenomenal was the fact that Trey wouldn’t let him go over the edge. Not until he was ready.
Magnus was panting when Trey shifted again, this time manhandling Magnus down onto the bed as he moved over him. Their lips fused once more and everything slowed. The tension remained, but the intensity dropped a few thousand degrees. It was a momentary reprieve for both of them, Magnus knew. A chance for them to pull themselves back, to prepare for what was to come.
“I didn’t miss you,” Trey mumbled against his mouth.
Magnus smiled. He knew that was Trey’s way of admitting he actually had missed him. The man was still in denial and Magnus was content to let him remain there. This was working for them, and to be honest, it was the most intense, the most meaningful relationship he’d ever been in in his entire life. He looked forward to spending time with Trey, and while the majority of that time involved some form of sexual act, Magnus knew it was turning into more. And he also knew to keep that to himself.
“Please tell me you’ve got a condom,” Trey rumbled as he pushed himself up.
“Not on me, no,” he teased. “But I might have a stash in the pocket of my shorts.”
And by stash, he meant six. When he’d been anticipating this, Magnus figured that was a safe number in the event Trey didn’t have any of his own.
“I hope you’ve got lube,” Magnus said, propping himself up on his elbows when Trey got off the bed to retrieve Magnus’s shorts.
“Who said I’m gonna go easy on you?” Trey retorted, not bothering to look at him.
Magnus couldn’t hide his amusement. “I’m game if you are.”
Trey’s eyes snapped up. “Is that a dare?”
“Maybe.”
Magnus didn’t fear Trey anymore. He didn’t worry that the man would hurt him when it came to their sexual encounters. They’d been doing this long enough that he realized Trey’s main objective was Magnus’s pleasure even if he pretended it was completely selfish. Then again, Magnus was the same. His only goal was to watch Trey’s eyes roll back in his head.
After rolling on a condom, Trey padded to the dresser, where a black duffel bag sat on top. He rummaged around for a second, then produced a small clear bottle with a flip-top cap. The click of the cap being opened was loud in the otherwise silent room.
Magnus’s jaw unhinged when he saw Trey stroking himself. The lubricated latex covering him glistened in the dim yellow glow from the lamp.
“Turn over,” Trey commanded.
Magnus rolled onto his stomach, spreading his legs, making room for Trey between them. The bed dipped from Trey’s weight, then there were hard hands on the backs of his thighs, massaging, kneading.
“Grip the edge of the mattress,” Trey ordered as he forced Magnus’s knees toward his chest.