Double Time (Sinners on Tour #5)(95)

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.

Trey released his hold on him reluctantly, but moved to the head of the bed and climbed between the covers. Ethan joined him and immediately spooned up against Trey's back. He tugged him securely against his entire length with an arm around Trey's waist, and their legs tangled together. Ethan had never been a cuddler, but he wanted to be close to this man. Not just when he fucked him. All the time. Ethan kissed Trey's shoulder lovingly and relaxed into his pillow-his nostrils filled with Trey's scent, his heart filled with Trey's love. With his passion. His light.

"I thought I was going to have to sleep alone tonight," Trey murmured. "I'm glad you came over." He linked his fingers with Ethan's and sighed with contentment.

"Me too," Ethan said gruffly. He loved a man who was free with his affection. At least now he did.





Chapter 25


Reagan was in the shower when she heard voices in the apartment. Ethan was home and he had someone with him. Trey? Her heart gave an unexpected lurch and started to race. The erotic images she'd seen the night before played through her mind. Trey and Ethan kissing. Ethan's cock in Trey's hand. In his mouth. She didn't know whether to be aroused or jealous. Admittedly, she was a little of both. And a bit put off by the fact that she'd never be enough to keep Trey happy in the bedroom. As long as he loved only her, she'd be able to deal with it. Maybe.

The bathroom door opened. She peeked out of the shower curtain and was blessed with Trey's orneriest smile. "Can I come in?" 

"We need to talk," she said. Ground rules. They needed ground rules. Her heart thudded even harder when Trey tilted his head and he did that thing he did when he wanted something. That irresistible, ornery-assed, tell-me-no-if-you-dare look.

"Talk?"

"Yes, talk."

"Okay," he agreed and entered the bathroom.

Ethan leaned in through the doorway, looking tall, dangerous, and well-fucked. The bastard. "Room in there for three?"

"We're going to talk first."

Ethan's nose crinkled and he moved back in the hallway. Reagan didn't miss the familiar way Ethan stroked Trey's hip before he shut the door behind him. Trey closed the toilet seat lid and sat on its surface.

"Okay, talk," he said. "But make it quick. You're naked and wet. I can't be expected to concentrate on words."