But then, without warning, the touch was gone.
Ollie opened his eyes, craving the sensation of his cock in Trevor’s mouth, even as he was terrified that Trevor had changed his mind.
“I just finished a run,” Trevor said from where he was standing between Ollie’s spread legs. A devious tease flashed in his eyes. “Pretty damn sweaty.”
“Not caring right now.”
Trevor tilted his head, then slowly trailed his fingertips along Ollie’s erect cock, sending waves of pleasure through Ollie’s body. “I’m thinking a shower would be a good idea.” His voice dropped to a whisper. “And I think you need to join me.”
Ollie hesitated, his heart thudding as the reality of what was happening suddenly hit him with full force. He was in Trevor’s bedroom. He was about to get naked with Trevor.
And unless he was severely misreading the situation, he was about to have sex with Trevor.
“Whoa,” Trevor said, apparently watching Ollie’s face closely. “You want to stop, we stop.”
Ollie turned ice cold. “I don’t want to stop,” he shot back, the words so hard and fast that there was no way Trevor could misunderstand the depth of his desire.
“Oh, thank God.” The shadow in Trevor’s eyes faded, replaced with a teasing glint that Ollie found damn sexy.
“It’s just—” Ollie began.
“What?” Trevor extended his hand, and Ollie took it, drawing courage from the touch.
“It’s just that—I mean, you know that I’ve never ... I mean, I don’t know what....” He trailed off with a shrug.
“Trust me, you’ll know what to do.” His grin spread wide. “And if you don’t? You’re a pretty smart guy. I think you can figure it out.”
* * * *
Trevor tugged on Ollie’s hand to help him to his feet, not quite able to believe that after craving this man for so long he finally had him in his bed. He stared into Ollie’s eyes and could practically taste the anticipation and desire radiating off him. Ollie wanted him.
He really wanted him.
With a grin, he pushed Ollie backwards, sending the man tumbling back onto the bed. “Screw the shower. We’ll just need another when I’m done with you, anyway.”
“Bold statement, Barone. Guess now you’ll have to prove it to me.”
“Twist my arm.” Trevor wanted to scream with joy. Ollie might be nervous, but he wasn’t letting it eat him up. He was flirting and playing and just being Ollie. And damned if that wasn’t perfect.
He stepped closer. “Scoot back. All the way on the bed.”
“Giving me orders?”
“Hell, yes.”
“And if I don’t follow them?”
“Oh, don’t tease me.” In one swift motion, he cupped Ollie’s cock. “I could spend hours punishing you.”
Immediately, he wanted to kick himself, hoping he hadn’t gone too far—either physically or with the suggestion of the kind of games he desperately wanted to play.
But it wasn’t awkwardness or trepidation he saw on Ollie’s face. It was heat. And that—plus the way Ollie’s cock had gone hard as steel under Trevor’s touch—allayed his fears.
As soon as Ollie was all the way back with his head on the pillow, Trevor climbed on, too, his knees on either side of Ollie’s waist, his hands on the mattress by Ollie’s shoulders.
He bent forward, then brushed a soft kiss across Ollie’s lips, his body tightening with satisfaction when Ollie opened to him, rising to meet Trevor’s lips, his own hands clasping Trevor’s head so as to deepen the kiss.
Hotter.
Harder.
Trevor moaned, his entire body tight and needy, desperate to touch this man all over. To tease him until he begged. To fuck him until they were both exhausted and spent, limp in each other’s arms.
He remembered the first time he’d seen Ollie on Damien’s pool deck. They hadn’t spoken, but something within Trevor had sparked that day, and he’d craved this moment, even as he feared that he’d only ever have Ollie as a friend.
“What is it?”
“Just thinking.” He sat back, then took the hem of Ollie’s shirt and pulled it over his head. “Just thinking that I’ve wanted this since the first moment I saw you.”
“I think I did, too, that first time we talked. I didn’t realize it then—or I wouldn’t let myself. But something about you grabbed hold of me.”
“Something about us,” Trevor corrected.
“Yeah,” Ollie said. “Us.”
“And the good news is that you’re here. And right now, you’re mine.” For always, he thought as he ran his palms over Ollie’s naked skin before lowering his mouth to tease his nipple even as he shifted his hips back, the better to feel Ollie’s rock-hard cock teasing his ass.
“Oh, fuck. Oh, man.” Ollie’s head arched back as Trevor teased and explored.
“Do you have any idea how much I’ve wanted this?” Trevor asked, tracing his fingertip along Ollie’s jawline. “How many times I’ve fantasized about this moment?”
“Yeah,” Ollie whispered. “Because I have too. I just didn’t know—I was scared. So thanks for not pushing before I was ready.”
“I won’t say it was easy. You’re walking, talking temptation, McKee. I don’t think I ever believed we’d end up here. I looked at you and I saw Courtney. Hell, I saw Nikki. Jamie. And however many other women you had in your pocket.”
Ollie groaned. “Does everyone at the SSA know about Jamie?”
Trevor chuckled. “Maybe not. I made it a mission to find out.”
“And I’ve been over Nikki for ages. That was just a crush. A long one, but a crush. And you know it’s over with Courtney.”
“Yeah. I know.” What he didn’t say was that he knew Courtney was the one who’d ultimately ended it. It hadn’t been Ollie’s decision. That wasn’t something he wanted to think about. But even as he tried to banish the thought, the memory of Greg popped into his head.
He’d told himself after the divorce that he’d never date another bi man again. But here he was, head over heels for this man in his bed. A man who’d fast become his best friend. Who now was becoming so much more.
“Trev?”
“Yeah?”
“As much as I love talking with you, do you think we could kill the conversation about my ex, and you can get back to kissing me?”
“Kissing? Babe, I plan to do so much more.”
He eased forward again, his hands gliding up and over Ollie’s taut chest until he was close enough to bend over and whisper. “I’m going to kiss you until you beg me for more. I’m going to suck your cock until you’re right at the brink. And then I’m going to tease that sweet virgin ass before I fuck you until you scream my name.”
As soon as he said it, he wished he could call back the words. He wanted it; damn right he did. But he didn’t know if Ollie was ready for that. But then he heard Ollie’s soft whisper—Yes, oh, yes, please—and he almost came right then.
“Trevor?”