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But right now, Cruz couldn’t manage to unlock his mouth from Trevor’s for more than a second to gasp in much-needed air.
“Pants off,” Trevor growled, releasing his cock long enough to push at his jeans and boxers. “Now.”
Cruz shivered at the desperation in Trevor’s voice. The demand. The need. He’d always known Trevor would be the one in control if they ended up like this, but he hadn’t imagined the frenzy or Trevor’s shaking hands. He hadn’t imagined his own shaking as he helped to kick off his shoes and then shimmied his hips to help get his pants off.
Once he was naked, Trevor stilled momentarily, and Cruz bit his lip. He could feel those beautiful blue eyes taking him in from top to bottom. Only they weren’t icy when they met his this time. They were the blue of a flame, the hottest part of a fire.
“God, you’re gorgeous.” Trevor’s voice was reverential, and his big hands traced over Cruz’s chest and down his stomach, through the thick patch of hair at his base until he squeezed Cruz’s cock, making him moan. “I’ve wanted to touch every inch of you since the moment I saw you. Want to kiss every inch of you.”
“Trev…” His voice broke when Trevor began to work his lips down the column of Cruz’s neck. His head tipped back to give him better access. He banged the back of his head against the wall and tried to think about something other than the way Trevor’s tongue traced his collarbone on his way south because otherwise he was going to blow his load way, way too soon. “Clothes.”
“Hmm?”
“Clothes. Off,” he managed.
Trevor chuckled against his rib cage, “They are, baby.”
“Not mine.” He wrapped his fingers in Trevor’s beautiful golden hair and tugged hard enough he knew it stung. “Yours.”
Another chuckle against his ribs. “Little busy here.”
Cruz groaned when Trevor nipped at him. “Want you naked too.”
He pulled at the T-shirt Trevor was wearing, and though he growled a complaint, Trevor raised his arms and then his head to let Cruz pull it off. As soon as he dropped the shirt, Trevor’s lips returned to his skin, skating down over his abs and nuzzling at his belly button.
“Pants,” Cruz tried to insist, but when he reached for Trevor’s head again, Trevor snagged his hands in a flash and slammed them against the wall.
“I’ll give you what you want, babe.” Trevor looked up at him with a stern, serious look. “Trust me.”
“I do.” Cruz softened. “I just…”
“Want my cock? Yeah, I got that.” Trevor shot him a smirking grin. “And you’re going to get it, but first, I’m going to taste you. I’m going to lick and suck and savor you. I’m going to worship you and I’m going to get what I want, so stop fighting me.”
Before Cruz could even begin to start up another argument, Trevor gripped his cock and engulfed his length with his mouth. Cruz cursed and his head fell back again. Warm, wet heat and soft, sweet suction. It was perfection.
He dropped his hands back to Trevor’s hair, but he didn’t try to pull him away this time. He simply held him as Trevor bobbed over his cock, worshiping him just as he’d said he would. He stroked Trevor’s hair and let the sensations his lips and tongue created spread through him.
Trevor worked him over. Taking him deep and swallowing him down his throat. He licked and lapped at his slit, teasing him before taking him deep again. He fondled Cruz’s balls and then sucked on those too. He took the hand he’d been using to stroke Cruz’s length and slipped it down and back, searching for and finding his hole. The damp digit circled around his pucker, and Cruz cried out as it punched in through his ring of muscle.
“Oh, God, Trevor…” Cruz’s hips bucked, pushing his cock deeper into Trevor’s throat and then slamming back to impale himself on the digit working his ass. The sensation, it was too much. Too good. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, I’m close.”
He tightened his fingers in Trevor’s hair. His balls were drawing up and his cock was throbbing. He was going to come. He tried to pull Trevor off him, not wanting to bust before they got to what they both really wanted. He wanted more than Trevor’s finger in his ass. He wanted his cock. He wanted him deep inside. Claiming him, owning him. But Trevor refused to be pulled away.
Trevor continued to work him over, lips and tongue and teeth, and Cruz whined as the tingles zipped up his spine and made his body spasm. He jerked, hard, but Trevor only wrapped his lips tight around Cruz’s cock and sucked. And that did it; Cruz came so hard the world went dark momentarily, and he cried out. Trevor stayed with him the whole time, sucking and licking and swallowing him down, cleaning him up with his tongue as his oversensitive cock jerked and spasmed.
When Trevor finally pulled off him, Cruz looked down through heavily lidded eyes and wondered if he’d died and gone to heaven. Trevor Thorne was on his knees in front of him. Golden and gorgeous, his lips swollen and red from working Cruz over. And he smiled; he fucking smiled the most gorgeous, heart-stopping smile, all dimples and white teeth as he licked at his lips like he’d just tasted the best thing in the entire world.
“Mmmm…” Trevor wiped at his chin. “As far as apologies go, how did that one rate?”
Cruz barked out a rough laugh. “That was an apology?”
“I’m sorry I left this morning.” Trevor’s eyes were soft again. “I shouldn’t have left things with us like that. I’m sorry I messed with your head. I should’ve just told you then how I felt.”
“And how is that, again?”
Trevor raised an eyebrow at his teasing. “The blowjob didn’t convey my feelings? I guess I’ll have to try harder to prove my love then…”
Cruz laughed. He actually laughed. And Trevor grinned as he pushed to his feet.
