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He captured Cruz’s mouth in a searing kiss. Cruz could taste himself on Trevor’s tongue as he flicked it lazily in and out, playing with him, revving him back up until they were clutching at each other. Trevor was still hard as steel beneath his jeans, and Cruz hastily jerked at the button and zipper, wanting to return the blowjob.
The things Trevor had said about wanting to taste him everywhere? Cruz had wanted it too. He’d wanted it for so long he almost couldn’t believe this was happening. He’d been amazed when cocky, dominant Trevor had gone to his knees for him. Awed and grateful. But he wanted to be the one supplicating now, worshiping at the altar of all of that golden gorgeousness.
Trevor knocked his hands away once his pants were undone. “I know what you’re thinking, and it’s not happening.”
Cruz whined and Trevor chuckled.
“You so much as look at my cock right now and I’m gonna bust.”
“Exactly.” Cruz tried to reach for him again but got batted away.
“No. Not exactly. Because the only place I want to come is deep inside you. You said you wanted my cock, and I promised you’d get it. It’s yours, baby. Just like your ass is gonna be mine. Now get on the bed so I can fuck you like we’ve both been dreaming about for far, far too long.”
Cruz grinned. Bossy and demanding. God he loved this man. He practically tripped over his discarded clothing as he rushed to do as he’d been told. He leaped onto the bed and sprawled out, completely naked, legs spread and ready for whatever Trevor wanted to do to him next. Because this was Trevor and he could do whatever he wanted, just so long as he fulfilled his promise to own Cruz’s ass tonight.
Chapter Six
TREVOR WOULD HAVElaughed at the eager way Cruz climbed onto the bed if he hadn’t been wound so tight his last threads of control were fraying. He’d thought he was losing him. All day he’d thought he was losing Cruz. But now he was here, with him, warm and happy and…not sated but expectant. He wanted more and so did Trevor.
So much more.
“God, you’re beautiful.” His throat felt tight as his eyes skated over Cruz, gorgeous and naked on the bed.
Those dark eyes, heavy-lidded and needy, were eating him up as well, and he felt shaky. His hands literally shook. He pushed his pants down, kicking his shoes and socks off as he went. Cruz’s eyes followed his movements, and he groaned when Trevor’s thick cock sprang free, bouncing against his abdomen and leaving a smear of precome in its wake.
“So are you.” Cruz started to push up to scoot closer, but Trevor stopped him with a stern look and a shake of his head.
“No. Stay there,” he growled. “Lay back and spread your legs for me. I want to see what’s mine.”
Cruz bit his lip and shifted back onto the bed. He followed orders like he’d been born for it. Born for Trevor.
He tilted his hips up and put his feet on the bed, propping his legs up and spreading them wide. The unfettered view of Cruz from head to toe made Trevor’s cock throb painfully and his balls draw up. He squeezed the base to steady himself, and Cruz groaned again. His own hand went to his half-hard cock, and he stroked himself as Trevor watched, his eyes trailing down to the tight, puckered hole he wanted to own more than he wanted his next breath.
Cruz rocked his hips up into his stroking hand, giving Trevor a show, and Trevor cursed under his breath. He was too close. Way too damn close. He wasn’t going to be able to take this slow the way he wanted to. He wanted it too bad, needed it too much.
He tore his eyes away before he gave into the urge to simply leap on the bed, flip Cruz over, and drive into him until there was no way to tell where one of them ended and the other began. He didn’t want that for their first time. He closed his eyes, regained his composure, and smiled down at where Cruz still lay on his back, hand on his cock, looking up at him, waiting.
“Keep stroking,” he growled even as he turned away to grab the bag Cruz had thrown on the other bed.
“Hey, what are you…” Cruz went quiet again when Trevor pulled out the small bag with his shaving kit. “Oh…”
“You think I don’t know where you keep your lube and condoms?” Trevor smirked as he pulled out what he needed and tossed the items on the bed. “Come on now.”
Cruz watched him flip the top of the small bottle of lube, and his Adam’s apple bobbed. “So all those times I felt eyes on me…”
“I was watching you.” Trevor dripped the sticky liquid onto his hand and then stroked his own cock, slowly. “Learning you. Wanting you.”
A small whine escaped Cruz’s throat when Trevor rolled a condom on and then climbed onto the bed. He nudged his way between Cruz’s already spread legs, pushing them wider and immediately circling that small, puckered hole with his sticky fingers. Cruz gasped, and his eyes squeezed shut tight.
“No. Look at me,” Trevor ordered, and Cruz’s dark lashes fluttered. “I want you to know it’s me.”
Cruz smiled, slow and easy, warmth radiating off of him as he reached up to stroke Trevor’s jaw. “Of course it’s you. It’s only ever been you.”
Trevor kissed his palm as he slowly circled Cruz’s hole and then eased in a finger. “Don’t try to convince me I’m the first man you’ve let in here, baby. I know you better than that.”
“You’re the only one I’ve let in here.” Cruz put his hand on his chest, over his heart. “And you’re the only one I’ve let in there since the day we met.”
Trevor shivered slightly at the admission, his eyebrows winging up. “There hasn’t been anyone since we met?”
