“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 f**k 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 f**k-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 c**k 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 c**k 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 f**ked 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 c**k 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 c**k 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 c**k 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.
Trey’s c**k prodded Ethan in the belly and Ethan went down on one elbow so he could stroke his receptive lover gently with his free hand in time with his thrusts. Trey gasped brokenly into Ethan’s mouth. Trey’s kiss became frantic. The fingers of one hand dug into Ethan’s chest, and his other hand clung to the back of Ethan’s neck. Ethan broke their kiss and stared down at Trey. His sweaty face was flushed with pleasure and his sensual lips parted as he gasped in pleasure, but his eyes were tightly closed.
“You can come now, Trey, but only if you look at me,” Ethan said.
It was as if Trey couldn’t hear him.
Ethan thrust into him harder and stroked his c**k with a firmer grip.
“Trey. Look at me.” Ethan wasn’t sure why it was so important to him that Trey stared into his eyes as he came.
Trey continued to ignore his demands. Ethan f**ked him harder, his lip curled in anger. Why wouldn’t he look at him? Harder. Harder. Don’t ignore me.
Trey gasped in pain. “N-not so hard,” he protested breathlessly.
“Look at me.”
Trey squeezed his eyes shut even more tightly and shook his head.
Ethan released Trey’s c**k and moved his hand to grab his hair. “Open your f**king eyes, Trey.”
“Ethan, you’re hurting me. Don’t ram into me so hard.”
Ethan covered Trey’s mouth with a punishing kiss.
“Bastard,” Trey grumbled into his mouth.
Ethan tugged his mouth free and stared down at the flushed and sweaty face of the sexiest man he’d ever laid eyes on. “If you want me to be more gentle, all you have to do is look at me.”
“Fuck you, Ethan. Pull out.”
Ethan stopped thrusting and Trey went limp. He still refused to look at him. “Are you mad?” Ethan asked.
“Get off me.”
“Did I really hurt you?” Ethan didn’t understand why he’d gotten so angry over Trey’s refusal to look at him.
“Yes, it hurt.”
Ethan’s heart twisted with remorse. “I’m sorry, baby. I’ll make you feel better,” he promised. Ethan kissed his way down Trey’s body, pulling out as he trailed his tongue down Trey’s sweat-slick belly. He drew Trey’s c**k into his mouth, but Trey grabbed his head to stop him.
“Go wash your dick,” Trey said.