Olivia Cunning - Double Time

Trey moaned into Ethan’s mouth.

Ethan inhaled Trey’s vocalizations of excitement as he continued to kiss him. Trey knew he was chanting, “Oh fuck,” but he couldn’t stop. Nor could he seem to stop his hand from moving to his cock. He wanted Ethan to watch him come. Show him how much he desired him.

Ethan grabbed Trey’s wrists and pinned them to the bed. “Let me do it, Trey.”

“Hurry, Ethan.”

The only thing that turned him on more than being treated roughly by a man was being pinned down and forced to take pleasure. The first man he’d ever been with—Brian—had done that for him and Trey had carried a torch for him for a dozen years. Trey stared up at Ethan, amazed that he had that same burning desire he felt for Brian when he looked at Ethan. He wouldn’t call it love. Pure sexual fulfillment. That’s what he’d call it.

“Fuck, I’m getting hard again,” Ethan said, his voice gruff. “I already want you again.”

Ethan tugged Trey down the bed and rolled him onto his stomach. When Ethan lay on top of him, Trey sighed in contentment. Ethan’s heat and masculine scent surrounded him. Ethan rubbed his cock up and down the crack of Trey’s ass, driving them both insane with need.

“Are you ready for me again?” Ethan asked.

“I never stopped being ready.”

Ethan rubbed his lips over Trey’s shoulder, his tongue collecting the salt of his skin. The man had Ethan in knots. He couldn’t remember ever being this crazy for anyone. The idea that Reagan was willing to share Trey totally blew Ethan’s mind. When he’d suggested it, he didn’t think there was a chance she’d agree, but now that he’d made love to Trey, Ethan realized he’d be willing to do just about anything to keep the man too. Perhaps together he and Reagan could keep Trey going—or coming—for years. Maybe forever. Ethan had never put forever in his equation before.

Ethan linked his hands with Trey’s and pinned him facedown to the mattress. Trey was completely submissive beneath him. Dominating a strong man fulfilled Ethan like nothing else. He fleetingly wondered what it would be like to be in Trey’s place. Letting himself be taken. Ethan had never considered being topped by a man before, but maybe he’d let Trey… He wasn’t sure why he was thinking that way. Wasn’t like him.

Ethan lifted his hips and grabbed his cock, rubbing it over Trey’s slickened hole, teasing him until he began to moan and rock back against him.

“Do you want it?” Ethan asked.

“Yes.”

“Too bad. I’m not ready to give it to you.”

Trey squirmed. “I need to come.”

“You’ll come when I let you.”

“Ethan,” he said breathlessly.

Ethan’s balls tightened at the sound of his name on Trey’s delectable lips. His little game of dominance fell to the wayside and he kissed the side of Trey’s neck with soft, sucking kisses. He could totally fall for this guy. Probably already had. He flicked Trey’s earring with his tongue and pressed the head of his cock into Trey’s ass. They shuddered in unison. Ethan hurriedly pulled out. No matter how much he wanted to fuck Trey raw, he knew he needed a condom.

“Don’t move,” he growled into Trey’s ear.

“What will you do if I disobey?”

Ethan grabbed Trey’s ass cheeks in both hands, squeezed, and separated them to tug his ass open. “I won’t fuck you where you like it.”

Trey whimpered and stayed perfectly still as Ethan left the bed to find a condom and more lube. When he returned to the bed, Trey was lying there completely relaxed. “Are you tired?”

“No, I can go at it all night. I just feel so much better now. Thanks.”

Ethan grinned to himself. “No thanks necessary.” He joined him on the bed and settled over his back. “Don’t come unless I tell you to.”

“Ethan.”

“Don’t speak either. Just take it.”

Trey relaxed beneath him. “Yes,” he whispered. “Give me what I need.”

While Ethan struggled with the idea that he didn’t just want to fuck Trey, he wanted to make love to him, he trailed kisses down the center of his back. Why did he feel this way? So tender? He’d been in love with women in the past, but men had always been just fuck-buddies to him. Entertainment purposes only. Trey’s sweet surrender played with his heartstrings. He should probably forego the foreplay if he wanted to get out of this encounter still in possession of his heart.

Ethan applied a condom and coated his straining cock with lube. Fuck, this guy made him hard. He settled over Trey’s back, knowing Trey wanted it rough, but he slid into him slowly. Taking his time. Possessing him one inch at a time.

“Why so gentle?” Trey murmured.

“I’m not sure,” Ethan admitted. “Raise up on your elbows.”

Trey repositioned his body so that his shoulders lifted off the bed. He supported his weight on his forearms.

“Bend your back more,” Ethan instructed. This would put more weight on Trey’s cock so when Ethan thrust into him, he’d feel some friction between the satin comforter and his belly. Plus, Ethan could tug at Trey’s nipple ring with his fingertip as he held onto his sculpted chest.

Ethan trailed kisses over Trey’s shoulder blades and the nape of his neck as he found a slow steady rhythm inside him. He kept his balance with one hand on the bed, but the other he used to stroke Trey’s belly, his rib cage, his nipple. He’d never made love to a man before. He’d fucked several of them, but this was different. More than the pleasure, Ethan wanted a connection with Trey. An emotional connection that went deeper than mutual sexual satisfaction.

I am so screwed. He was supposed to be serving Trey’s sexual needs. Nothing more. That had been his reason for coming over here. He wasn’t supposed to be getting involved. Reagan trusted him to keep his distance so she could continue her relationship with Trey. What would she do if she knew Ethan had fallen for the man she loved?

Ethan increased his tempo, deciding that if he stopped being so tender with Trey, he could find that disconnect between the emotional and the sexual again. Trey gasped brokenly and rocked back against him, meeting his thrusts no matter how hard Ethan insisted on possessing him.

“Yes. Like that. I’m gonna come,” Trey gasped brokenly.

“Not until I say you can,” Ethan said and pulled out.

“Oh God. Don’t stop, Ethan. You feel so good. Perfect.”

Ethan decided Trey was getting too much stimulation by having his cock squashed beneath him.

“Turn over,” Ethan demanded gently.

Trey glanced over his shoulder at him. “What?”

“On your back.”

Trey hesitated. Ethan wondered what the problem was.

“I said on your back, Trey. Or would you like me to leave?” As if he could.

Trey slowly turned onto his back. His cock was so hard and swollen that Ethan couldn’t resist sliding it in and out of his mouth a few times.

“Ethan,” Trey panted. “I’m seriously about to come.”

“Fight it,” Ethan demanded and drew Trey’s cock into his mouth, sucking until Trey started to whimper. Ethan crawled up his body. Placing a kiss under his navel, the center of his chest, his neck, his ear. Trey opened his legs wide for Ethan and sighed in bliss when Ethan pressed his cockhead into his tight ass again.

Ethan lifted his head and their eyes met. Time seemed to stand still for a moment. Neither of them moved. Ethan wasn’t sure if he was still capable of breathing. Trey’s hand moved to the back of Ethan’s neck and coaxed him closer so he could kiss him. Ethan took a deep shuddering breath against Trey’s mouth and then began to move again—his strokes rhythmic and deep.