Alibi (Brantley Walker Off the Books #5) - Nicole Edwards Page 0,45
mouth … fuck.” There was strain in Trey’s voice when he added, “Not yet, Magnus. Not yet.”
A little disappointed when Trey stopped him, Magnus sat back on his haunches, stared up at the man, waited.
He didn’t have to wait long before Trey was gripping his arm, manhandling him to his feet, then shoving him back on the bed. He landed with a bounce, laughing as the breath shot out of him even as Trey began to unbutton Magnus’s jeans, yanking them down his hips.
He had never had such a forceful lover and he couldn’t deny he liked it. A lot.
The laughter died the instant Trey’s mouth circled his cock.
Magnus’s back arched, a bellowing groan slipping out as pleasure unlike anything he’d felt in a long damn time consumed him. And then it slowed, morphing into something that kept his skin prickling, his spine tingling as Trey worshipped his cock. Magnus shifted, eager to watch as those succulent lips glided up and down his shaft.
“Fuck, you look good like that.” He slid his hand over Trey’s hair but didn’t attempt to hold him. He simply wanted to touch, because the sensations were so powerful he feared, if he gave himself over to them, he’d come before he was ready.
While he continued to suck, Trey worked Magnus’s jeans down his legs. He tried to help, but it was futile. He was trapped, overwhelmed by the pleasure, so he left the chore of stripping him to Trey.
When he was finally naked, Trey joined him on the bed, his hand replacing his mouth as he stroked firmly, keeping the tension coiled tightly within.
“Definitely taste good,” Trey said, leaning in until their lips collided again.
Magnus rolled so that he was on top of Trey, tongues thrashing, bodies grinding together. To his surprise, Trey didn’t buck him off. No, those big, rough hands gripped the backs of Magnus’s thighs and held him there, cock gliding against cock. The air raced out of his lungs as the friction sent shards of exquisite pleasure darting down his spine.
He was dangerously close to the pinnacle when Trey rolled them again, this time knees settling between his thighs, shoving his legs wide, cool air gliding over his skin when their chests parted.
“Trey…”
“Is that a warning?” Trey chuckled, nipping his lower lip.
“Fuck. Me.”
“I plan to.”
“Now.” Magnus sucked in a rush of air when Trey’s cock grazed his taint.
Had they not needed protection, Magnus would’ve welcomed Trey inside him right then and there. Screw the lube, screw all common sense, he would’ve taken the man inside his body. He was that fucking desperate to be used by him. It was rare for Magnus to get so caught up in someone, especially during sex, so it took him by surprise just how willing he was.
Luckily Trey was still sane, because he was off the bed in an instant, padding naked out of the bedroom. When he returned, he was carrying a strip of condoms and a bottle of lube.
Magnus had enough time to ease his heart out of the dangerously-close-to-exploding range, watching as Trey ripped open a condom, rolled it on, then crawled back onto the bed, lube in his hand.
“You sure you’re up for this?” Trey asked, kneeling beside him.
“Do your worst,” he goaded.
Trey’s eyes were dark in the dimly lit room, but Magnus could see the glint in them as he pumped the lubricant into his palm, stroked himself with one hand.
Christ. This was going to fucking hurt. He knew it, and part of him hesitated. It had been too damn long since he’d bottomed for anyone.
“Turn over,” Trey said, smacking his thigh.
Magnus tried to hide his hesitation as he slowly rolled onto his stomach. He didn’t have much time to be reluctant, because Trey gripped his hips, jerked him back so he was on all fours. Fully expecting Trey to ram inside him, he braced himself, locking his elbows, gritting his teeth. That was the very reason he cried out when Trey didn’t thrust into him with his cock but rather his tongue.
“Oh, fuck,” he hissed, his chest crashing to the bed as the pleasure made his limbs weak.
When was the last time he’d been rimmed? Hell, he couldn’t remember, but fucking hell, it felt good. Too good. He moaned in earnest, cock throbbing as pleasure assaulted him.
It went on and on, but not nearly long enough before Trey’s mouth slowed.
“You ready for me?” Trey asked, his words darkly erotic as his lips trailed over Magnus’s ass cheek.