“On your back,” Trevor said, taking Ollie by the shoulders and moving that process along. Soon, Ollie had scooted up the mattress, and Trevor was straddling him, the pressure of his ass against Ollie’s rock hard cock not only maddening, but also inspirational. Because right then, the only thing in Ollie’s head was what he wanted to do to Trevor—and what he hoped Trevor would do to him.
Slowly, Trevor leaned over until the material of their shirts brushed together, sending a fresh new wave of sensation tickling all over his skin. “You’re driving me crazy,” he said, his voice coming out in a rough whisper.
“Good. That was my plan. Now, hush.” He traced his fingertip over Ollie’s lips, and Ollie groaned, growing harder by the second. “Oh, yeah,” Trevor said, moving his hips just slightly and amping up the sensation.
“Trevor.” Ollie grabbed his wrist, trapping the finger that was teasing his lower lip. “Not so fast. I don’t want—I mean, I want it to last.”
Trevor’s eyes narrowed, then he bent forward and claimed Ollie’s mouth with his own. A deep, slow kiss, then building with intensity, so wild and so passionate it was almost like fucking, and Ollie never, ever wanted it to end.
It did, of course, but from the gleam in Trevor’s eyes, he had an even better follow-up planned. “I should drag you into the shower just to finish what we almost started at my place, but I can’t wait. I want you now.”
“Thank God,” Ollie said, the words coming so fast and so intense that he realized he wasn’t nervous at all—okay, maybe a little. Mostly, he just wanted this.
“Close your eyes,” Trevor ordered, and when Ollie complied, he felt the tug of his shirt being untucked from his jeans. Then Trevor’s nimble fingers unbuttoning it. In a moment, the sides of the shirt were pushed aside, and he felt the cool air against his overly heated skin.
He started to open his eyes, but heard Trevor’s low growl of protest and kept them shut. Then Trevor’s hands were on him, exploring and teasing, his fingers dancing over Ollie’s stomach and chest, his lips brushing lightly over his nipples.
It was like being on fire, and dear God, he wanted to burn.
Then he felt Trevor’s breath at his waistband, followed by Trevor’s fingers slipping under. Teasing him just enough to suggest a promise of things to come.
Overwhelmed and painfully hard, Ollie kept his eyes closed, his head back, his neck arched, and told himself to just feel. To just float. To let Trevor take him to whatever heights he wanted, because right then, Ollie would follow him anywhere.
And then he was falling, slipping deep into a well of pleasure. The scent of Trevor. The touch of him. The only sound in the room was their breathing and the seductive scrape as Trevor tugged Ollie’s zipper down, and, yeah, Ollie had to open his eyes.
Trevor noticed and flashed one wicked grin, then slid down the bed, taking Ollie’s jeans with him. Ollie wiggled, helping to ease them down and onto the floor, then found himself in only the open shirt and boxer briefs that did nothing to hide his arousal.
“That’s what I like,” Trevor said. He was on his knees at the foot of the bed, and he slowly climbed back up, this time cupping Ollie through the thin material. “Close your eyes again.”
“This is completely unfair,” Ollie complained as he obeyed. “You’re still dressed.”
Trevor made a show of looking at himself, and then at Ollie. “Works for me,” he said as he tugged Ollie’s underwear down, releasing his cock. The sensation of the cool air against his heated skin made him suck in air even while he fought the urge to just out-and-out beg.
That’s when he realized that Trevor was no longer touching him. He opened his eyes to see Trevor looking at him with a grin that seemed both mischievous and deeply erotic.
“Tell me,” Trevor said, easing Ollie’s briefs all the way off. “Tell me what you want.”
“Trev…” Ollie shook his head. They hadn’t talked about this. They hadn’t negotiated a relationship. They’d only even kissed a few hours ago.
So how could Ollie know what he wanted?
Except he did know. He’d known for a long time.
Since the money laundering sting, for sure. And, if he was being honest, even before that.
Charades. When you got right down to it, Ollie had known the first time they teamed up to play charades. That was, what? Over a year ago? Back when Trevor had invited him to Zelda’s place, the woman who’d written Intercontinental, Jamie’s first big movie.
Granted, someone had been trying to kill Zelda, so the group of Stark Security agents had been there for a reason. Even so, the night had been fun, and the game even more so. He and Trevor’d had a rhythm. There’d been an edge to it. And he’d spent the whole evening in a sensual haze that had both terrified and excited him.
“Where did you go?” Trevor was leaning over him, so that Trevor’s shirt was brushing Ollie’s now-bare and very awake cock.
“I’m right here,” Ollie murmured as he reached up, then pulled Trevor’s head down for a kiss that Trevor enthusiastically returned. It was hot and wild and everything that Ollie wanted.
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.