“Wait.” The word was barely a groan, but Trevor stopped immediately, lifting his head, his brow furrowed with worry. “No,” Ollie said. “It’s good. It’s amazing.” Wasn’t that an understatement. “But you asked—you asked what I wanted.” He bit his lower lip, feeling ridiculous for feeling nervous.
“So I did,” Trevor said, his head tilted just slightly, as if Ollie was a puzzle.
“What you said yesterday.” Ollie licked his lips and didn’t quite meet Trevor’s eyes. “That’s what I want.” His cheeks burned. Was he actually blushing?
“Yeah?” Trevor asked, then moved up Ollie’s body. He took Ollie’s chin in his hand, forcing Ollie to meet his eyes. “Tell me,” he whispered. “I want to hear you say it.”
Ollie’s chest tightened, and his mouth went dry. “You said you were going to fuck me.” He bit his lower lip, then exhaled. “Please, Trev. That’s what I want. Not your fingers. I want to feel your cock inside me.”
Trevor’s eyes went dark with lust, and his slow, sexy smile made Ollie even harder. Hell, right then he wanted to bury himself inside Trevor as much as he wanted to submit.
Soon.
He wanted this first. To be claimed. To be owned.
And he’d wanted it for one hell of a long time.
“I did say that,” Trevor said, with his ridiculously sexy grin.
“Yeah. You did.” Ollie propped himself up on his elbows and shrugged out of his shirt, tossing it off the bed. Then he reached out for Trevor’s waistband. “You’re overdressed for the occasion.”
“That’s me. Always with the social faux pas.”
“Very gauche,” Ollie agreed, his heart pounding as he watched Trevor slide off the bed, then slowly strip. Pants first, then briefs, so that his cock poked at the tail of his shirt before Trevor pulled it over his head and tossed it aside, revealing that stunning sculpted body. He unbuttoned his jeans, then tugged them down over his hips. He wasn’t wearing underwear, and that unexpected revelation sent a fresh shot of sensual awareness zinging through Ollie. An awareness that only increased when Trevor crawled onto the bed—and Ollie—then kissed him hard before whispering, “You want to be fucked, McKee?”
“God, yes.”
“Roll over.”
Ollie shook his head, and Trevor raised his brows. “I want to see you.”
Trevor grinned. “Fair enough.”
“So, what are—”
“Shut up,” Trevor said, sliding up Ollie’s body and taking care of that by closing his mouth over his in a slow, deep kiss that sent electricity zinging through his body only to collect in his painfully hard cock. When Trevor broke the kiss, he winked at Ollie, grabbed a pillow, and ordered Ollie to lift his ass.
Ollie complied, and Trevor slipped the pillow under Ollie’s hips before rolling off the bed and opening the overnight bag he’d brought. “Lube,” he said. “And a condom. I figured just in case.”
“I like the way you think,” Ollie said, then arched back and closed his eyes when Trevor’s lubed fingers teased his ass, the sensation almost enough to make him come right then. He heard the familiar sound of the foil package being torn and opened his eyes in time to see Trevor rolling the condom on his very large, very erect cock. He swallowed, his ass constricting, but not with nerves. With need.
So much need that he wanted to scream for Trevor to hurry. He was drunk with anticipation, heady with lust. “Please.” The word was so soft he was surprised Trevor even heard it, but he saw the way his mouth curved up and those eyes dipped to skim over Ollie’s body.
And then he was there, on hands and knees on the bed, his body over Ollie’s, his slick fingers teasing Ollie’s crack, his entrance, even as his mouth claimed Ollie’s in kiss that started out soft but got harder and deeper in time with the way that Trevor’s fingers were teasing Ollie’s rear.
His mind was spinning. Wanting.
Everything. He wanted it all. He wanted Trevor.
Hell, right then, Trevor was everything, and as far as Ollie was concerned, if he didn’t have him right then, he might as well just give it up and die. “Please,” he said again.
“Yeah,” Trevor said, breaking the kiss as he answered, then trailing kisses back down until he was once again over Ollie, the tip of his cock right at Ollie’s slick entrance, one hand on Ollie’s hip and the other on Ollie’s cock.
Ollie arched up, his body craving what Trevor was giving, then cried out at that first push, tight and painful in a way that, yeah, hurt so good.
“You okay?”
“Don’t you dare stop,” Ollie said, his voice raspy with need. “More. Slow, but more.”
Trevor said nothing, but his eyes never left Ollie’s, and soon he’d filled Ollie completely, and Ollie had no choice but to close his eyes, not because it hurt, but because the intimacy of this moment was too intense, too wonderful. And then when Trevor moved inside him … oh, dear god, it felt like the universe was splitting apart. Like he was being bathed in starlight. He felt owned. Possessed. Loved.
And then when Trevor fisted his cock and stroked Ollie in time with his thrusts, he felt nothing but a mindless pleasure that was more intense than anything he’d felt before. “Trevor—Oh, god, Trevor, I’m—”
But that was all he could say, as the power of speech and thought completely left as his orgasm crashed through him like a wave, his body shaking with pleasure as he shouted out his release even as Trevor came inside him.
The sensations seemed to last forever, and then Trevor slowly withdrew, and Ollie was left panting and satisfied and still wanting more as Trev settled beside him after disposing of the condom. Ollie turned on his side, so that they were face to face, and Trevor’s hand rested on Ollie’s hip.
“Wow,” Ollie said, then inched forward to brush a kiss across Ollie’s lips.
Trevor chuckled. “I was going to ask if that was good, but I think you just answered.”
“You know it was,” Ollie said. “Either that or I deserve the award for best actor.”
Trevor grinned, but there was something hesitant in his eyes.
“What?” Ollie asked, a small knot of worry fighting its way to the surface through the sea of lingering bliss.
Trevor shook his head, looking mildly embarrassed. “Your first time. I was just—just taking a quick inventory.”
Ollie laughed. “You can take my inventory anytime.” He rolled over until he was on top of Trevor, relishing the sensation. And the control. “And no, it wasn’t weird. I don’t feel awkward. I have zero regrets.” He frowned, then tilted his head. “No, I take it back. There’s just one thing that’s not right.”
He saw the flicker of fear in the other man’s eyes. “What’s that?”
“That I haven’t had my turn with you yet.” He grinned, feeling deliciously in control. “I hope you weren’t planning on drifting off to sleep right away.”
Trevor laughed. “No,” he said, his hands sliding up to cup Ollie’s ass. “Sleep is the last thing on my mind.”
Chapter Ten