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“I’ll give it to you.” Without warning, Edgard removed Trevor’s hand from his cock and shoved Trevor to his knees.
Trevor grabbed Edgard’s hips. He swallowed Edgard’s cock an inch at a time, letting the wetness work him clear to the root.
It was pure, sweet heaven seeing his prick buried in Trevor’s mouth. The fringe of dark lashes fluttering as he closed his eyes. The high color on those high cheekbones. His nostrils flaring as he attempted to regulate his breathing.
No, Trevor hadn’t forgotten how to make Edgard lose his mind. Edgard sampled other men who had the cock sucking technique down to an art, but Trevor’s raw enthusiasm turned him inside out.
“More,” Edgard said. “I need more.”
Trevor’s head bobbed faster in shallow strokes. His tongue and lips worked Edgard’s cock while Trevor’s hand worked his balls. His saliva-slick middle finger rubbed the sensitive ridge of skin leading to Edgard’s hole.
A tingle rocketed down Edgard’s spine, gathering steam between his legs and shot straight out the end of his cock like supercharged jet fuel. He pumped his pelvis, wanting to feel the entire length of his cock enclosed by that wet heat.
But Trevor clamped his hands on Edgard’s hipbones, keeping him in place. He wrapped his lips halfway up his shaft, sucking every spurt, then tonguing the tip of Edgard’s twitching cock.
Blood rushed to Edgard’s head; his vision dimmed as black and white spots danced beneath his lids. His limbs felt heavy, his body woozy. In the back of his mind, he 133
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wondered if Chassie would think him less-than-manly if he passed out in the face of such pleasure.
Pleasure provided to him by her husband.
Edgard opened his eyes and noticed his fingers were gripping Trevor’s hair. The soft strands were a dozen diverse shades of blond, giving Trevor an angelic look. Coupled with Trevor’s devilish grin…and Edgard had been a goner from the first smile.
A smile Edgard saw immediately after his cock slipped free from that smirking mouth. “Good, eh?”
“Very good, meu amore.”
The sound of Chassie shifting restlessly on the couch behind them brought Edgard out of his orgasmic stupor. He slid his fingertips down the outside of Trevor’s face. His thumbs tenderly stroked Trevor’s strong jawline.
Trevor pushed to his feet. Edgard expected him to back away, so it shocked the hell out of him when Trevor circled his arms around him and buried his damp face in Edgard’s neck. His admission, “Jesus, I missed you,” was nearly inaudible.
But it was loud enough to lodge in Edgard’s heart and his soul.
As much as he craved the affectionate side of this man, Edgard lifted Trevor’s face and pecked him on the mouth. “Same goes. But Chassie needs you. Go to her now.”
Another quick kiss and Edgard retreated, snatching up his clothes and heading upstairs without looking back.
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Chapter Sixteen
“Where’s he goin’?” Chassie said just to break the awkward silence.
“He’s givin’ us some time.” Trevor crouched in front of her. His eyes searched hers, the pale blue irises clouded with concern. “Talk to me, baby.”
When Chassie didn’t respond, Trevor curled his hands around her hips, jerking her forward. His quick movement surprised her so much she flinched. Dammit. She hadn’t meant to do that.
The muscle in Trevor’s jaw rippled, a sign he’d clenched his teeth together.
She reached for him, the need to soothe automatic. She took time to glide her hand up his arm, wanting the contact of his skin on hers. “Trevor, you startled me, that was all.
I wasn’t recoiling from your touch.”
“You sure?” Trevor’s scrutiny was the most intense he’d ever given her. “I don’t want no secrets between us.”
“I’m sure. It was…” Were there words to describe how she’d felt at seeing her husband’s unadulterated joy at being with another man?
“Was what?”
“Not what I expected.”
Trevor’s face inched closer. “Explain that right now.”
“I thought I’d hate it. Before, in the kitchen? When we were just talkin’? I figured I’d probably jump in and put a stop to it if it was more than I could handle.”
“You didn’t stop us.”
“No. Part of me was relieved.”
“Why?”
“Because now I know it isn’t me.”
He squinted at her. “What wasn’t you?”
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Chassie focused on the continual stroke of her thumb over the cut of muscle in Trevor’s biceps. “You have a voracious sexual appetite, Trev. I understood that when we hooked up. And I…well, I told you I wasn’t overly sexually experienced.”