Chapter Ten

“I’m very glad to hear that,” Ollie said, reveling in the power of now being the one in control. He shifted position so that he was straddling Trevor’s waist. Then he scooted back until he felt the glorious pressure of Trevor’s cock against his naked ass.

Trevor sucked in air, his whispered, “Oh, fuck, yeah,” making Ollie even harder.

With a mischievous grin, Trevor reached for Ollie, his hand closing over Ollie’s cock and giving him a little tug. “Up here,” he ordered. “I’m not done tasting you.”

“Oh, no. I’m in charge now.” Ollie’s voice felt raw, his body needy. His hands roamed over Trevor, wanting to feel everything. To taste everything.

“In charge?” Trevor’s hands slid around Ollie’s hips, then moved on to his ass. “I don’t know,” he continued with a tease in his voice. “I liked having you at my mercy.”

As he spoke, Trevor used his fingers to tease Ollie’s crack, the gentle caresses once again growing into a significantly less gentle need.

“Yeah?” Ollie’s voice broke a bit as his entire body burned. “Trust me when I say I already am. Let’s see what I can do about evening the score.”

He eased forward, and while Trevor continued to tease, Ollie did the same, his fingers exploring Trevor’s abs and chest.

He sat up slowly, his cock fully erect again. He met Trevor’s eyes, then saw his gaze dip to Ollie’s erection.

“I like the view.”

“Me too,” Ollie said, trailing his gaze over Trevor’s face, then his chest, then those gloriously ripped abs before dipping down to Trevor’s perfect cock.

He sucked in a breath as a fresh jolt of desire cut through him, and he shifted position until he was straddling Trev. Immediately, Trevor’s fingers moved to stroke Ollie’s cock. A featherlight touch, but it lit a fire. He arched back, fighting not to come again right then. He was walking a tightrope, wanting the explosion, but not wanting this to end.

Mostly, he wanted to take Trevor over. To know he had that power, too.

With a bit of regret, he pushed Trevor’s fingers away. “Oh, no. This is my show. Enjoy your front row seat.”

Trevor’s laugh rumbled through Ollie’s body as he leaned forward until his hands were brushing Trevor’s nipples, then his lips were on his neck, his jawline, his mouth.

He tasted like sin and seduction and perfection, and Ollie thought that Trevor might be the best kisser in the world. Sweet and firm, with just the right amount of wetness and tongue, and all designed to drive Ollie absolutely wild. Especially when Trevor twined his fingers in Ollie’s hair and drew him closer, deepening the kiss.

Ollie lost himself in it, melting into bliss as his hands trailed up to Trevor’s shoulders then around to caress the back of his neck. His lips moved from Trevor’s mouth down to his jaw, then further still until they reached Trevor’s collarbone.

He sat up, trailing his hands over Trevor’s extremely well-defined abs as he did so. “Someone works out.”

“We hot shot security agents have to stay in shape.”

“Nice for me.”

“You’re not in bad shape yourself,” Trevor countered, his hands sliding over Ollie’s bare thighs, his right one continuing on to circle Ollie’s cock. Slowly, he started to stroke.

Ollie moaned, then closed his eyes, desperate to once again succumb to the sensation. But there was something he wanted more, and with one firm movement, he pushed himself back until he was straddling Trevor’s thighs, his cock right there waiting for him to taste it.

He did. Slowly at first, his tongue teasing the steel shaft as he moved up to flick the lightest of licks over the glans. He closed his eyes, reveling in the taste of precum even as he forced himself to go slowly. To draw it out. To make Trevor as insane with lust as Ollie had been. Slowly, he teased with his tongue, then drew his cock in, wanting to take all of it. Wanting to make Trevor scream.

He opened his eyes to see Trevor arching up, his hips trying to thrust despite Ollie holding him firmly in place. This was his show, after all. His call on how to make Trevor burn.

“Yes,” Trevor murmured. “Christ, Ollie, yes.”

With Trevor’s words and moans urging him on, he increased his pace, drawing him in deeper, teasing with his tongue. Doing everything that drove him wild and more, and damned if it wasn’t working. He could feel the tension in Trevor’s body. That moment when he was so close to sending him tumbling over.

He shifted position, straddling Trevor’s torso now instead of his legs, his back to Trevor’s face.

“God, yes,” Trevor murmured, his hands cupping Ollie’s ass as Ollie once again took Trevor’s cock in his mouth. This time, though, it felt as though Trevor was running the show. Because although Ollie could feel the tension rising in Trevor—could practically feel the orgasm coming on himself—Trevor was driving Ollie just as crazy by teasing Ollie’s ass. By whispering how much he’d loved fucking him there. That he couldn’t wait to be inside him again.

The words were a potent aphrodisiac, and his mouth worked Trevor in time with the memory, rising and rising until he was right on the edge again, and it was in that moment that Trevor arched up, crying out Ollie’s name as he emptied himself, making Ollie feel like a goddamn hero in the process.

“Wow,” Trevor said. “Seriously, wow.”

“I second that,” Ollie murmured after he’d slid off and moved to snuggle close. They were lying face to face, and when Trevor reached up to stroke Ollie’s cheek, it felt like the most romantic moment ever.

“I—” He stopped. What could he say? Want you? Need you? Love you? They were all true—all of them, he was certain of it—but he couldn’t push the words out. Not now. Not yet.

Instead, he just smiled. “I feel wonderful.”

“Me, too,” Trevor said, but his eyes said more, and Ollie moved in even closer, his forehead pressed against Trevor’s chest. His eyes were so heavy. He wanted to stay awake, to tell Trevor how much this night meant to him, but sleep was pulling him under. And the last thing he felt was the soft, gentle brush of Trevor’s lips on his head.

* * * *

Sleep called to Trevor, but at the same time, it eluded him. How could he sleep now, after finally—finally—getting what he wanted?

Not sex, though that had been amazing.

No, what he’d wanted was Ollie’s submission. His consent. His trust.

His love.

For well over a year, he’d craved this man, but he’d never been entirely sure where Ollie stood. There was an attraction—that much was for damn sure. But was Ollie just curious? Was it just sex and attraction and having a good time?

Or was there more there?

He’d spent far too many nights praying that there was more, because Ollie was the first man since Greg who’d made him feel fully alive. Who’d planted thoughts of a future into his head. Of a relationship. Maybe marriage. Possibly kids.

And, yeah, he was probably getting ahead of himself. It was only sex after all.

Except was it?

It had felt like so much more. It had felt like a promise.

More than that, it had felt like love.

And the moment you lay that on Ollie, you’ll send him screaming for the hills.

Trevor shut the thought down, the possibility that he could scare Ollie away was just too damn depressing. And what was he doing thinking depressing thoughts right now, anyway? He’d just shared the best sex of his life with the man who was also his best friend. That wasn’t something to fret about; he should be celebrating. They’d crossed a line. They were moving forward.

So what if Ollie had only slept with women before? That meant nothing. Ollie wasn’t Greg. Ollie was a thousand miles away from the man Greg had been. A man who’d cheated, not only in marriage but in his own representation of himself. He’d specifically told Trevor he had no interest in women anymore. And even if he did, there was no way he’d break his vows.

And yet he’d broken them so easily.

With a sigh, Trevor moved closer to Ollie, his arm going around his waist. As he did, Ollie shifted, too, so that their bodies were spooned together.

“You’re thinking too loud.”

Ollie’s whispered words startled Trevor into laughter. “I thought you were asleep.”

“Mostly. I like the feel of you. Soaking it all in before I fade to black. No time for a repeat performance when we wake up. We’ll be on point downstairs. I’m making the most of the memory.”

Something worrisome tugged at his gut. That sounded like a one-off.

He swallowed. “Memories are good.”

“Damn right,” Ollie said, his voice thin with sleep.

And as Ollie drifted off again, Trevor fought down an emotion that felt remarkably like panic. Because he wanted more than just one memory with Ollie. He wanted a lifetime of memories.

Most of all, he wanted the man himself.