Sinners On Tour 05 Double Time (25 page)

“Do you want me to use the numbing lubricant?”

Trey shook his head.

“I’m pretty big. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I want to feel you. I don’t like to be numb.”

An instant later, slippery fingers began to rub against Trey’s opening. He widened his stance.
Yes. Now. Take me, Ethan.

Ethan’s finger slid inside Trey’s body and he gasped in excitement. Much too long since he’d been with a man. Much too long.

Ethan had two fingers inside of him now. He moved his fingers in a wide arc, stretching Trey’s body to accept him more easily.

“I’m ready for you,” Trey insisted. “Don’t make me wait. I can’t stand it anymore.”

Ethan applied a condom and coated his cock with excess lubricant.

Trey bit his lip as Ethan’s fingers plunged particularly deep. Damn, he was excited. He was going to come so hard when he let go.

Ethan pulled his fingers free and turned Trey’s body to face the opposite direction. He nudged the head of his cock against Trey’s ass. Heat raced up Trey’s spine. Ethan’s hand moved to stroke the tip of Trey’s cock, distracting him with pleasure as he sought possession. Trey leaned forward to make it easier for Ethan to enter him. He buried his fingers in the comforter at the end of the bed and relaxed.

Ethan pressed forward, claiming Trey’s body one agonizingly slow inch at a time. Stretched to his limits, Trey shuddered in delight. He didn’t even realize he was gasping in rapture until Ethan said, “You okay? Can I go deeper?”

There was more? Fuck yeah! “Y—yes… deeper. Oh God. You’re so… thick.”

“Does it hurt?”

“No. Feels phenomenal.”

Ethan, completely buried now, gripped Trey’s hips in both hands and ground his cock deeper.

“Ah, yes,” Trey gasped and rocked back to meet him. He had all of him now. Inside.

Ethan drew back slowly and then thrust forward, hard and deep. Trey cried out as Ethan repeated the motion again. Again. He knew he wouldn’t last long. This is exactly what he’d been craving—deep, hard penetration. A dominant male who knew how to give as much pleasure as he took. Trey leaned farther forward and rested his face on the end of the mattress. It felt so good. He just wanted to feel Ethan moving inside him. He didn’t need anything else. Just this. Ethan slid his hands around Trey’s hips and took his cock in both hands. He didn’t stroke Trey’s length, just held him until Trey couldn’t stand it anymore and he began to rock his hips, thrusting into Ethan’s hands. The only thing that could have possibly felt better was if he was thrusting into Reagan’s body instead. Tomorrow he would make that thought a reality.

Trey fought orgasm. Breathing hard. Wanting the pleasure to build. To last.

Ethan slowly pulled back and then surged forward again, so deep his balls bounced against Trey.

Trey tumbled over the edge. Spasms gripped the base of his cock and his ass tightened around Ethan’s thrusting cock. Ethan paused in mid-thrust and groaned. When Trey’s body went limp, Ethan wrapped both arms around him and tugged him upright so that his back was pressed firmly against Ethan’s belly.

Ethan’s hands moved over Trey’s chest. His belly. His hips. Ethan suckled and licked the side of Trey’s neck until another wave of pleasure coursed through him and he shuddered.

“I’m not finished yet.” Ethan turned Trey to face the post at the end of the bed. He took Trey’s hands and wrapped them around the smooth wood. “Hold on tight. I’m going to fuck you until you’re hard again. I won’t let myself come for a long, long time.”

Trey made a sound of torment but gripped the bedpost with both hands and spread his legs to give Ethan easier access.

Ethan’s hands worked Trey’s cock as he thrust into him gently, almost lovingly. He continued to kiss the nape of his neck as well. Trey wasn’t sure why he was being so tender with him. Or why he insisted on getting him hard again. He was satiated.

“Ethan, you don’t have to get me off again,” Trey told him. “I’ll let you finish.”

“I’ve been thinking of all the things I’ve wanted to do to you for weeks,” he said, his deep voice making Trey’s cock twitch to life in his hand. Something about its timber excited Trey. “I lie in bed and think about you. I tell myself I can’t have you. Can’t touch you. You’re Reagan’s. I get so hard thinking about you. Wondering if you’re as wonderful as I imagine.” He nipped his ear. “You’re even better. I deny myself any contact for as long as I can stand it and then when I finally let myself jerk off I come so hard. Like I did in the bathroom tonight while you watched. This might be my only opportunity to make those fantasies a reality. I haven’t even started with you, Trey.”

Would this really end up being their only time together? Trey supposed it was possible that Reagan would change her mind and things wouldn’t work out, but Trey sincerely hoped that wasn’t the case. He’d really like Ethan to become a permanent fixture in his sex life.

Trey was nearly in tears by the time Ethan got him hard again. The pleasure was almost too much to bear. Ethan continued to slowly possess Trey from behind. He encouraged Trey to turn until they were facing the mirror over the dresser at the end of the bed. Trey loved the way Ethan looked standing behind him. So big and powerful. The bronze skin of his hands contrasted with Trey’s lighter-toned cock as he stroked him.

“Dear God, what a view,” Ethan growled and sank his teeth into Trey’s shoulder to quiet his cries of ecstasy as his excitement finally reached its pinnacle. Ethan’s thrusts became more vigorous and shallow as he sought a quick release. His body went rigid behind Trey and he swore under his breath. Ethan’s growls of pleasure as he got off made Trey’s balls tighten, but he didn’t come. He was a long way from coming a second time. After a moment, Ethan pulled out and massaged Trey’s opening with two fingers. “Are you okay? Was that too much?”

Trey glanced at him over his shoulder and met his eyes. “Are you kidding? I never get enough. Now it’s my turn.”

Ethan’s handsome face crinkled in confusion. “Your turn?”

“To take you.”

Ethan chuckled. “Not happening. I don’t bottom. Ever.”

“Never?”

“Nope.”

“So you’re a virgin?” Trey asked, his predatory side making his heart thud with thoughts of the hunt. Trey wanted Ethan in every capacity and if he could be the first to take him, it increased his interest even further. He loved cherries.

“And I’m going to stay that way.”

For now, Trey thought.

“Well, you aren’t going to leave me like this,” Trey said, nodding at his hard cock.

“Of course I’m not. It’s not going in my ass, but I haven’t tasted you yet.” He licked his upper lip and Trey’s knees buckled.

The man was a great kisser. Trey couldn’t wait to feel those strong lips tugging on his cock. He grabbed a spare sucker from the nightstand, unwrapped it, and stuck it in his mouth. He then climbed up onto the bed and lay down on his back. Resting on the pillows, Trey linked his hands behind his head and looked down at the gorgeous man at the foot of his bed. “Get busy.” he said with a crooked grin and nodded toward his erection. Trey tugged his sucker in and out of his mouth a few times and couldn’t help but chuckle at Ethan’s expression. He looked like he regretted allowing himself to come.

Ethan crawled up the bed and licked Trey’s cock. His tongue slid up Trey’s length and then flicked down to the base. Up. Down. Up. When he reached Trey’s throbbing head again, Ethan suckled it with his lips, taking it in a deep kiss. Trey clung to the bedclothes beneath him. His back arched involuntarily.

Ethan gazed up at Trey. “You are so fucking sexy.” He growled and placed a sucking kiss just beneath Trey’s belly button. He worked his way up Trey’s body, leaving sharp bite marks all the way up to his neck. “I’ve never met a man more suited for sex.” Ethan took his sucker and tossed it aside before he grabbed his hair in both fists and kissed him. Hard. Trey didn’t know how the man knew he liked to be treated roughly by his male lovers. It drove him insane with desire.

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.

Trey’s cock 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 cock 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 fucked 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 cock and moved his hand to grab his hair. “Open your fucking 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 cock into his mouth, but Trey grabbed his head to stop him.

“Go wash your dick,” Trey said.

“What?”

“You heard me.” Apparently he’d had enough of being submissive. Ethan didn’t quite know how to respond.

“I’m sor—”

“Don’t apologize, just do what I say.”

Ethan hesitated a moment longer and then climbed from the bed to go into the connecting bathroom. He disposed of the condom. Washing his still-hard cock in the sink turned out to be more of an exercise in masturbation. The man of his fantasies had let him make love to him and Ethan had blown it by letting his temper get the best of him.
Fuck!

“Don’t clean it out,” Trey called. “Just clean it off.”

Ethan dried himself with a hand towel and returned to the bedroom to find Trey rubbing his balls and wincing.

“Are you okay?”

“I told you I needed to come, not that I wanted you to try to fuck me to death.”

That feeling of love and connect that had extended between them was gone now. More than anything, Ethan wanted that back. He hadn’t meant to hurt him. He’d just wanted Trey to look at him. He wasn’t even sure why it had been so important to him at the time. Now it just seemed stupid.

“Get over here,” Trey said and patted the bed beside him.

“Aren’t you finished with me?” Ethan asked, feeling strangely uncertain of himself.

“Did you come in the bathroom?”

He shook his head.

“Then I guess I’m not finished with you. We’re going to suck each other off and go to sleep. We’ll need our strength to satisfy Reagan tomorrow. I have the feeling she’s going to be really horny.”

Trey was all business now, but at least he was willing to finish what they started. Ethan would be more careful with him in the future. He didn’t want to ruin this. He wasn’t sure he’d survive making love with Trey and Reagan simultaneously, but he was more than willing to die for their cause. Ethan crawled up on the bed, the thought of Trey’s mouth around his cock made his balls throb. The first time he had seen Trey suck a red lollipop Ethan thought he would come down his leg, and now… this was no lollipop.

Trey grabbed Ethan around the waist and pulled him down onto the mattress beside him. He grabbed two fistfuls of Ethan’s hair and pinned him with a glare. “I don’t like pain, got it?” he said. “You can pin me down, coerce me, get rough with me, tease me to intolerable limits, but if you intentionally hurt me, I’m through with you.”

“I didn’t mean to hurt you, Trey. I got carried away.”
I
just
wanted
you
to
see
me. To know who was making love to you.
“It won’t happen again.”

Trey nodded. “Warn me when you’re about to come,” Trey said and turned upside down beside Ethan, facing him.

Ethan gently circled the base of Trey’s long, gorgeous cock and shifted forward to run his tongue over the enlarged head. He slowly, carefully began to move his hand up and down Trey’s shaft before sucking the tip into his mouth. Trey’s warm tongue flicked over the head of Ethan’s cock and he tensed. The combined sensation of sucking and being sucked encouraged Ethan to pleasure Trey a bit more aggressively. He wanted it. Trey’s cum. In his mouth. He stroked Trey faster—his hand gliding gently over his smooth skin—sucked Trey harder, but not too hard. No pain, just pleasure.
Let
go, Trey. Let go.

Ethan’s concentration shattered when Trey’s suction and tempo suddenly increased. Ethan pulled away, his head tilted back. “Oh yes,” he gasped, eyelids fluttering involuntarily. The man’s mouth should win awards.

Trey slapped his ass to help him collect his bliss-scattered thoughts. Ethan took a deep breath and then drew Trey back into his mouth. Stroking faster with his hand. Sucking harder. Stroking faster. Writhing his tongue. Trey’s body tensed and he tried to pull out of Ethan’s mouth, but Ethan kept him trapped inside as that first pulse of cum bathed his tongue. Ethan had never tasted such sweet fluids from a man. He swallowed and sucked gently as a second spurt filled his mouth.
More, Trey. Give me more.

Trey gasped brokenly around Ethan’s cock as a third hard spasm racked his body and delivered exactly what Ethan wanted.

The building pleasure in Ethan’s groin broke unexpectedly and Ethan patted Trey’s hip to warn him. Trey pulled back, still lost in a daze of pleasure, still stroking Ethan’s cock with one hand. Ethan watched his fluids splatter across Trey’s partially open lips.

Oh fuck, that was hotter than having him swallow it. To see the evidence of his release on his lover’s face and lips. Ethan went limp, his body completely satiated.

“You didn’t have to swallow that,” Trey said breathlessly.

“I wanted it.”

Ethan forced his muscles to work so he could turn around on the bed to face Trey. He cupped his jaw and traced his upper lip with his thumb, collecting his cum, fascinated by the look of it on Trey’s skin.

“I never swallow,” Trey explained.

“That was sexy as hell,” Ethan said.

Trey’s tongue darted out and sampled the fluids on the pad of Ethan’s thumb. “I do lick it a little though.” He grinned crookedly and Ethan’s heart soared. He wasn’t supposed to fall in love with him. That wasn’t part of the deal, but Ethan was too far gone to care. He wrapped Trey in a solid embrace and kissed him, not sure if it was a good idea to let all the emotion come through as he devoured Trey’s salty, sticky lips. When he drew away, Trey pressed his face into Ethan’s neck and snuggled closer.

“Sleepy,” he murmured, nuzzling closer still.

“Let’s get in the covers,” Ethan suggested. Once he passed out, he wouldn’t be moving for hours.