Double Time (Sinners on Tour #5)(124)

As soon as they were inside her dressing room, away from prying eyes, Trey turned into Ethan's chest and wrapped both arms around his waist. Ethan locked him in a firm embrace, one hand cradling the back of Trey's head to press his face against his neck. Trey's trembling intensified, but he didn't cry. Ethan was glad because he didn't think he could handle that.

"Brian didn't take it well, I assume," Ethan said quietly.

Trey shook his head. "He thought my feelings for him were friendship and simple attraction. Reagan was wrong. I shouldn't have told him how I feel about him. Now things are going to be awkward between us."

"Maybe he's just covering up his feelings for you. Give him time to think about it." Ethan didn't want Brian to have feelings for Trey, but he wanted Trey to be happy and he knew this had been eating him up inside for a long time. Long before Ethan had even met him.

"He doesn't love me. He never did." Trey's arms tightened around Ethan's waist. "The times we made love didn't mean anything to him. All this time …  all this time, I thought … "

"He's an idiot. He has no idea how blessed he is to have your heart. I'd do anything to win it." Ethan touched his cheek and Trey lifted his head to stare up into his eyes. "Anything," Ethan whispered before lowering his head and claiming Trey's mouth in a deep kiss.

When he pulled away, Trey's eyes were no longer sad. They were hungry. "Fuck me senseless," he said.




       
         
       
        
Can do. Ethan reached for Trey's belt. He didn't have to ask to know what Trey wanted from him. Ethan understood perfectly. Unfortunately, it was not the same thing that Ethan wanted and he wasn't sure how to take this relationship to the next level. Trey leaning on him for emotional support was a start, but here they were back to fulfilling sexual needs. Perhaps Ethan should tell him no. Put some provisions on this relationship. Stop allowing this man to lead him around by the nose. Or the dick. And then Ethan's shirt was off and Trey's mouth was on his throat and Trey's cock was in Ethan's hands and all Ethan could think about was losing himself inside the only man who'd ever touched his heart.

Trey bit his collarbone and sucked a bit of his skin into his mouth, sucking hard enough to leave a mark. Claiming him. Physically.

Fuck!

Trey fumbled with Ethan's fly and released his hard cock. Ethan took it in his hand and pressed his length against Trey's. He stroked their combined cocks together in both hands until Trey moaned. He tugged his head back, releasing the suction on the skin along Ethan's collarbone.

"Take me. Don't be gentle," he said.

Ethan had known that's what Trey wanted, but he'd hoped for something a little more tender. Maybe next time. Trey was hurting emotionally and wanted something physically rough to offset that. This time would be just for Trey.

Ethan kissed him, still stroking their cocks together. When Trey whimpered in his mouth, he decided tenderness would probably upset him more. Ethan pulled away and shoved Trey toward the sofa. He spotted Reagan's purse on the table behind the sofa and knew everything he needed to prepare Trey for penetration would be inside. He adored that woman.

"On your knees with your face in the sofa cushions and hold yourself open for me," Ethan demanded.

Trey smiled sadly. "Thank you for giving me what I need right now."

Trey moved toward the sofa, leaving his pants around his knees. Not bothering to remove his shoes either, he knelt on the floor near one end of the sofa and buried his face in the cushions. Trey gripped both cheeks of his ass to spread them apart. Ethan found a condom and lube in Reagan's purse. He worked quickly to prepare himself and then moved in position behind Trey. He didn't warn him. Just plunged deep and started thrusting. Soon, Trey's body began to move with him, rocking back to meet his thrusts, encouraging him to pound him harder.

"Harder. Please. Drive him away," Trey said, his voice muffled by the cushions.

Ethan stopped moving and grabbed a fistful of Trey's hair. "Are you thinking about him right now? Are you thinking about Brian while I fuck you?"

Trey hesitated. "Not exactly." 

Not exactly? Ethan had had enough. He pulled out. "On your back, Mills," he said gruffly.

"Ethan?" Trey's goddamned voice was trembling with emotion. How could Trey expect Ethan to fuck him under these circumstances? Ethan wanted more than a physical connection with Trey and he was going to take what he wanted.

"You heard me, Trey. Lie on the sofa on your back. The floor is hard. It's hurting my knees." Mostly a lie.