“Yeah, especially after living without it.”
Trevor let his mouth deliver on the promise with an extensive, lazy, wet kiss. A full-body kiss, pelvis grinding on pelvis, cocks perfectly aligned. They were breathing hard when they broke apart.
Edgard tasted Trevor’s bottom lip with a measured sweep of his tongue. “I want you.
Now. I don’t care where, but it needs to be now.”
“Goddamn right.” Trevor’s hands flew to Edgard’s belt. Buckle undone, button undone, zipper undone, Trevor was damn near undone wanting to get his hands and mouth all over this man’s tempting body. He sank to his knees as he tugged Edgard’s jeans down his corded thighs and off, on to the floor. “Least you ain’t wearin’ boots,” he said, rubbing his cheek against the hot, hard length and inhaling Edgard’s unique scent.
“Trevor, this isn’t what I—”
He eased back. “You got a problem with me suckin’ you off?”
“Ah. No.”
“Then shut the f**k up.” Trevor wrapped his hand around the base of Edgard’s c**k and stroked as his mouth went to work on the wet tip. He sucked, saturating his tongue with Ed’s flavor, bathing that throbbing organ with his saliva. On every downstroke, his mouth went a little further.
Hands grasped his hair, forcing him deeper.
With the plump cockhead resting on his lips, Trevor warned, “Your hands better be grippin’ the counter. Don’t make me tell you twice.”
“Jesus. All right.”
He watched as Edgard’s palms clamped around the counter’s edge. “Move your legs apart.” Trevor’s dick pressed painfully against his fly and he shifted his stance. His lips parted to take every hot inch of that rigid cock. Greedily. Hungrily. Using his teeth to tease. Flicking his tongue over the sweet spot below the purplish crown.
Edgard groaned. “I love that, but oh man, I love it when you suck my balls.”
Keeping Edgard’s prick buried in his mouth, Trevor reached between Edgard’s widespread thighs to fondle the tight sac. He rolled the balls over his fingertips, letting the saliva run down his chin to coat those tight, furry globes.
“Sweet mother of God.”
Trevor released the shaft and held it aside, still jacking Edgard off, opening wide to suck both balls into his mouth.
Another enthusiastic moan rumbled from Edgard’s chest.
He sucked on the taut globes, loving the pearls of pre-come sliding down Edgard’s c**k and dripping on his face. The wet balls slipped free from his mouth and he used his tongue to trace the thick, pulsing root back to that tempting pucker.
“Fuck. More. Please. Please.”
Tickling the velvety hole proved difficult given the position of his head. Trevor licked as far back as he could, knowing the teasing sweep of wetness over the sensitive knot of nerves drove Edgard insane. “Can’t reach. My tongue ain’t long enough at this angle.”
“Chassie’s is,” Edgard murmured. “That’s something new we’ll have to teach her.”
Trevor purred his agreement, half-surprised how natural it was talking about teaching his wife new sex tricks while satisfying his male lover. He lapped and licked, sweeping his tongue over the drops leaking from the slit in the head.
“Finish me,” Edgard half-pleaded. His hands plowed through Trevor’s hair and he plunged into Trevor’s mouth with a growl. Back out. In. Out. In. Out. Without pause, an animalistic rhythm.
Trevor loved to make the man lose control. Absolutely f**king loved it.
“Suck harder. Christ, like that.”
He dug his fingers into the tops of Edgard’s solid thighs as those lean hips hammered into his face with absolute abandon.
Edgard rammed his dick to the hilt. Each stroke stretched Trevor’s mouth wider, each stroke became harder, harsher, taking Ed to the point of detonation. Edgard slapped his hands on Trevor’s cheeks, holding his face as he came with a hoarse shout.
Satisfaction surged as Edgard poured his salty, bitter heat down the back of Trevor’s throat. When Edgard neared the end of his orgasm, Trevor let the shaft slip from his mouth until his teeth circled the flared rim of the crown. He focused on the cockhead, feeling the thick vein running on the underside of Edgard’s dick still twitching beneath Trevor’s lips.
“Goddamn.” Edgard grunted and kept coming.
He kept right on tonguing him until he had nothing left.
Spent, Edgard released his grip on Trevor’s hair. Acting somewhat weak-kneed, he braced one hand behind him on the counter ledge and lovingly caressed the contours of Trevor’s cheek and jaw with his other hand. “Trev. I—don’t…damn.”
One last suckle of that still half-hard cock, one last nuzzle of the damp hair coated with Edgard’s musk and Trevor eased off. He scrambled to his feet. “Good. Because my dick is about to explode and I want it buried balls deep in your ass when it happens.”
Without waiting Trevor grabbed Edgard’s hand and led him upstairs to the bedroom he shared with Chassie. The sheets were rumpled. The quilt dangled off the end of the bed and a twinge of guilt surfaced.
Edgard sensed it. Wrapping his arms around Trevor’s waist, he nestled his chin in the curve of Trevor’s shoulder. “I didn’t make up the bed after Chassie left this morning.”
He nipped Trevor’s earlobe.
Electric tingles shot down Trevor’s arm and distorted his already ragged breathing.
“If it’ll make you feel less guilty about you and me bein’ together, Chassie and I made love in that bed last night.”
“How was it?”
“Sweet and hot, but we missed you.”
Trevor was actually turned on by the idea of watching Edgard and Chassie f**king alone—with him jacking off and then joining in for round two.
“I’m sure Chassie will be hungry for details of our hot monkey sex when she comes home.”
“Then we’d better not disappoint her.”
Shirts were stripped away. Same for T-shirts. Trevor’s jeans, underwear and socks.
They faced each other. Reached for each other. Matched chest-to-chest, cock-to-cock, mouth-to-mouth. Even as Edgard tried to seduce him with teasing kisses, Trevor was strung tight, crazy for release.
Again, Edgard was tuned in to his signals. “Get on the bed. Let me take care of you.”
“I don’t wanna blowjob. I wanna f**k you.”
“Don’t argue. Do it.”
Trevor crawled on the bed on his hands and knees. Just as he was about to roll over, Edgard’s hands were on his ass, spreading his butt cheeks apart. Then a hot, wet tongue traced his crack.