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.