Chapter 15

TREVOR

I woke up slowly, blinking at the unfamiliar room. As my brain started to catch up, it all came back to me. Donovan. Our kiss on top of the Eiffel Tower, coming back to the hotel to talk where we both finally admitted how much we wanted each other.

I'd been nervous. Not about being with him, but that I might do something wrong since I'd never been with a man before. But Donovan had taken care of things, making sure I felt safe and comfortable with everything we were doing and then he'd stroked the two of us into the best orgasm of my life.

At least it had been, until I came again in the shower with him on his knees and my cock down his throat. Seeing him with his hair slicked back from the spray, his large hand around the base of my cock, milking every last drop out of me as I shot over and over again into his waiting mouth was hands down, the most erotic moment of my life.

His eyes had blinked open after, tiny droplets of moisture clinging to his long lashes as jade-green eyes stared up at me. He'd smiled and I'd felt my world shift, somehow falling into place, right where it was always meant to be. I knew at that moment that I was falling in love with Donovan Marshall.

Exhausted and sated, I'd barely been able to keep my eyes open. He'd dried me off with a warm, fluffy towel and helped me brush my teeth then led me to his bed and tucked me in. I'd fallen asleep almost as soon as my head hit the pillow, but as I drifted off, I wondered if anyone else in the world knew what a sweet man Donovan was underneath those power suits and stern looks. I felt privileged to be able to see that side of him.

I rolled over, anxious to see him, but he was still fast asleep. My heart lurched when I saw him. He looked peaceful, his jaw relaxed and forehead smoothed out, and I wanted nothing more than to keep him that way—to ease his worries and help shoulder his burdens.

My eyes traveled over the rest of him. The sheets were bunched around his waist, leaving miles and miles of smooth skin on display. His body was a work of art, with a dark smattering of hair on his chest, a trim, flat waist, and firm abs that led to a perfect V. My cock, which had already been half-hard due to it being morning, began to harden to its full length.

"If you keep looking at me like that, we'll never make it out of this bed."

I startled at the sound of his deep voice, raspy from sleep. My eyes shot to his and I felt myself blush at having been caught. "Why would we want to?"

The eyebrow over his left eye arched high. "Our plane doesn't leave for several more hours. Don't you want to explore more of Paris?"

"I already saw everything I wanted and besides, I'd rather explore you. Especially, certain parts of you." Feeling bold, I reached out a hand to cup the obvious erection he had going beneath the sheet.

He moved like lightning, his hand snaking out to grab onto my wrist before I could touch him. The next thing I knew, I was on my back with Donovan over the top me, both of my wrists locked firmly in his grasp.

He raised my arms so they were over my head. I attempted a weak struggle, testing him, but his long fingers only tightened around my wrists. My cock jerked against his belly, desire pulsing through me at the thought of being overpowered by him, of being totally at his mercy.

I swallowed hard as he stared down at me, eyes flashing with excitement and a devious grin on his face. I suddenly remembered I hadn't brushed my teeth yet, but he didn't seem to mind at all as he bent down and kissed me.

Goose bumps broke out across my skin as his tongue delved inside my mouth, warm and wet, and playfully teasing mine. We both were panting when we finally broke for air. "You want to explore me, huh?"

"Yes! You got to taste me last night. It's only fair that I should get to taste you right now."

The green of his eyes darkened with lust, his eyelids going to half-mast. Pride filled me at his reaction. I did that to him! Me!

With a low growl, he let go of my wrists and moved next to me on the bed. I started to argue until he said, "Taste whatever you want. I'm all yours."

My heart kicked against my ribs at his words, wishing they were true even though I knew he hadn't meant it that way. But I suppose he was, in a way. At least while we were in this bed, and I intended to make the most of it.

I quickly climbed over him, straddling his hips and gazing down at him. The muscles in his biceps rounded as he slipped his hands behind his head. We shared a smile. "Whatever will you do with me?" he teased.

My smile faltered as I was hit with a sudden wave of nerves. "I…I don't know."

"Do whatever you want, whatever feels good to you," he offered gently.

I gnawed on the inside of my lip. "But what if I'm bad at it?"

Donovan sat up, wrapping his arms around me and holding me close. He pressed several soft kisses along my collarbone then looked at me. "I have dreamed of having your hands and mouth on me. I promise, I will like anything you do, Trevor."

His words bolstered my confidence, and I bent my head to kiss him. His lips were soft and warm against my own as I breathed him in. He smelled like spice and sleep-warmed skin, and just a hint of clean sweat.

I kissed a path across his jawline. "Mmm. I like this," I whispered in his ear as I rubbed my cheek against his in a cat-like fashion, relishing the scratch of his morning stubble against my own. A contented sound rumbled in his chest, making me smile.

He shivered as I blew warm air in his ear then gently nibbled on the delicate lobe. He growled as I sat up and my brief-covered ass shifted against his groin. Through the thin layer of cotton, I could feel his erection, long, thick, and hard as steel. Curious, I rocked my hips, my breath stuttering as his cock rubbed along my crease, waking up nerves I never knew existed there.

Donovan's eyes narrowed and his voice pitched lower than I'd ever heard. "Are you trying to test me?"

"No! I just, um…I had no idea."

"No idea about what?"

"I didn't know it could feel so good…down…there."

His lips turned up in a wicked grin. "Baby, you haven't seen anything yet."

I shivered at the endearment and the promise in his words. "If it's anything like this, I can't wait." I moaned as I rocked my hips again, waves of pleasure washing over me as the head of his cock brushed against my hole.

It wasn't enough. I wanted him closer. I was suddenly desperate to feel his skin against mine with nothing in between us. I quickly lifted myself up, sliding my underwear down my legs and tossing them onto the floor. However, before I could settle back down on him, he stopped me.

"I have a better idea. Scoot on up here. Bring your cock to me."

"But it's my turn to taste you," I replied petulantly.

"You'll still get to, but your way, I get to come. My way, we both do."

My face brightened. "Okay, your way sounds good. Let's do that."

Donovan laughed. "Get up here, brat. Put your legs on either side of my head but turn around so you're facing the foot of the bed."

Understanding dawned and I moved quickly into a sixty-nine position, careful not to put all my weight on him. Kneeling on my hands and knees, I waited as he took my cock in hand and moved it towards his lips. I moaned, my chin dropping to my chest at the first hot swipe of his tongue over the tip and then he was sucking me in, enveloping me in the warm, wet heaven of his mouth.

It took me a few seconds to remember that I was supposed to be doing something too. I lifted my head, gazing down at the incredible body beneath me. It was strong and toned, flat plains and hard edges. Completely different to anyone I'd ever had sex with, but it felt good. It felt right in a way none of them ever had.

Leaning down, I kissed his belly, swirling my tongue over his navel then dipping my tongue in to tease it. His stomach quivered in response. I continued my exploration, licking over his abs, the thin hair of his happy trail tickling the tip of my nose.

I stared down at his cock. It was roughly the same length as mine, but thicker with a trimmed thatch of black hair along the base. Wrapping my hand around the base, I lifted it off his stomach. A bead of precum appeared at the tip, begging me to taste it.

Dipping my head, I cautiously flicked my tongue over it, not sure what to expect. A mixture of salty and sweet flavors burst on my tongue, and I hummed with delight. Donovan's answering moan vibrated around my cock, sending tingles up my spine.

I swirled my tongue over the tip of his cock then licked down his length and back up, before taking the head in my mouth. Slowly, I began to move my head up and down, going a little bit further each time as I became familiar with the feel, careful not to gag myself.

I figured out that if I relaxed my throat, I could take him deeper, and soon I was sucking his cock like my life depended on it. I felt ravenous for him, like I needed to make up for so much lost time.

Time and space ceased to exist as I got lost in the pleasure of his mouth on me and my mouth on him. In fact, I barely even registered Donovan shifting up the mattress until his fingers grabbed hold of my ass and spread me open. I froze, embarrassed that he was seeing my most private part but also curious about what he might do.

"So fucking sexy," he drawled.

"Donovan, what?—"

"Don't worry, I just wanted to see. You have a very pretty asshole; did you know that?"

"Uh, no," I squeaked.

"It's perfect. Tight and pink, like a little rosebud." There must have been something seriously wrong with me to be so happy that he was pleased by such a thing, but there it was. "Will you let me play with your ass, Trevor, let me taste you here?"

I gulped loudly. "You…you'd want to do that?"

He made a noise that sounded like a loud purr. "More than you know."

"Okay?" It came out as more of a question because I still couldn't understand why anyone would want to do that, but then I felt something warm and wet swipe through my crease and over my hole. I shuddered hard. That felt even better than when his cock had rubbed over it.

"What do you think?"

"D-do it again."

A throaty chuckle rumbled up from behind me and then his mouth was on me, his fingers dipping into my hips and locking me in place as his tongue lashed over my sensitive flesh. He was relentless in his ministrations, feasting on me until I was a mindless, incoherent mess.

I had to force myself to pay attention, to focus on giving him pleasure too, but it was nearly impossible. I was almost sure he could make me come just by doing whatever it was he was doing with that talented mouth of his.

Just when I thought I couldn't possibly take any more of the sweet torture, he stopped. I whimpered around his cock in my throat, but he soothed me with a hand on my lower back. "Don't worry, I've got you," he crooned.

Satisfied, I went back to sucking him, savoring every fresh burst of his flavor on my tongue. Lost in the moment, I didn't realize what he was doing until I felt a wet finger at my entrance.

"Breathe, baby. You gonna let me inside you, let me feel how hot and tight you are?" His finger circled my hole as he spoke and the combination of that and his dirty words had me right on the edge.

Lifting my mouth off his cock, I cried, "Please."

Donovan wrapped his mouth around my cock and sucked as he began working his spit-soaked finger inside of me. It was an odd sensation at first and I wasn't convinced I was going to enjoy it, but then it changed. He moved his finger around as if he was searching for something and then he found it. The tip of his finger brushed over a spot inside me that made fire race through my veins, made the top of my head feel like it was going to blow off.

"Donovan!" I shouted out a warning as my spine began to tingle and my nuts pulled up tight to my body, but he didn't let up. Lifting his head to take my cock further down his throat, he worked his finger in and out of my ass, hitting that wondrous spot with unerring accuracy.

My toes curled so tight I was surprised they didn't cramp, and I let out a loud shout as I began to come, shooting a seemingly endless amount of cum down his throat. My orgasm barreled through me like a freight train, and I nearly blacked out from the force of it. In fact, I might have because the next thing I knew, I was lying on top of him, my head resting on his thigh and his hard cock against my chin as I struggled to breathe.

I felt boneless as Donovan shifted out from under me and rolled me onto my back. He knelt beside me, looking like a statue of a Greek god and as naughty as a porn star as he took his cock in hand and quickly started stroking.

Through my hazy, orgasm-drunk mind, I noticed something white at the corner of his mouth. It wasn't until he licked it that I realized what it was. Desire punched through me at the thought of my spunk on his lips and my cock made a valiant effort to get back in the game, but it was all in vain. Donovan had drained me dry.

His green eyes were dark as he stared down at me and I reached up, cupping his heavy balls in my hand. "Fuuuuck!" he groaned, his movements becoming jerky. A couple more strokes and he came, long thin ribbons of white landing all over my chest, my chin, my lips.

When he was done, he bent down and licked the cum from my lips, coating his tongue with it before he kissed me. I moaned into his mouth, tasting both of us. I held onto the back of his head, my fingers curling in his hair as I sucked on his tongue.

He traced his finger gently down my cheek. "Was that all right?"

"Perfect." I answered softly. I wished we could freeze time and stay like that forever. "Donovan, can I ask you something?"

"Anything." I moved around so I was sitting up at the foot of the bed and patted the empty space beside me. He looked curious as he took a seat, watching me quietly. Nerves got the better of me and I shot to my feet, pacing the floor in front of him. He reached out and snagged my hand as I walked past, giving it a little squeeze of encouragement. "Trevor, whatever it is, just say it."

"You're right. I'm being ridiculous. It's just…things have been so great between us, and I feel close to you. I care about you a lot and like you a whole lot and well?—"

"You want to know what will happen when we get back home?" he guessed.

My shoulders slumped, thankful to have the question out there. "Yes."

Donovan pulled me gently by the hand until I was standing in between his legs. We were still totally naked, but neither of us seemed to care. I was comfortable around him and thankfully, he seemed to feel the same around me.

"So much of this is new for you, so why don't we start by you telling me what you want to have happen."

I chewed on my bottom lip, giving careful thought to his question. What did I want? I'd never been in love before, but my feelings for Donovan were stronger than anything I'd ever felt and much different from the way I felt about Doug. If it wasn't love yet, then it was pretty damn close.

"I want to keep seeing you. I want to spend more time with you, not only at work, but in the evenings and on weekends too. I think we're good together and I want to see where this can go," I answered honestly.

His smile was beautiful. "I'd like that too. It may not be easy, and we'll have to be careful?—"

"I know. No one at work can find out about us," I said.

"Well, yes. Of course, we need to maintain our professional relationship in front of others, but there's also the paparazzi. All those trashy magazines that like to write articles speculating about me and who I might be involved with."

"So, we won't let any of them find out. We'll keep this between you and me…and maybe Doug because he's my best friend and roommate and he's going to notice if I don't come home some nights. But he would never tell anyone, I swear."

Donovan laughed, his green eyes shining with happiness. It was a good look on him and I vowed to keep it there as much as possible. "That's fine. You can tell Doug, and I'll tell my mother. She'd never forgive me if she heard it from someone else first."

"Good, that's settled. Now, I have one other question."

"What's that?"

"How many times do you think we can make each other come in the shower before we need to start packing?"