Trey bit his collarbone and sucked a bit of his skin into his mouth, sucking hard enough to leave a mark. Claiming him. Physically.
Trey fumbled with Ethan’s fly and released his hard c**k. Ethan took it in his hand and pressed his length against Trey’s. He stroked their combined c***s together in both hands until Trey moaned. He tugged his head back, releasing the suction on the skin along Ethan’s collarbone.
“Take me. Don’t be gentle,” he said.
Ethan had known that’s what Trey wanted, but he’d hoped for something a little more tender. Maybe next time. Trey was hurting emotionally and wanted something physically rough to offset that. This time would be just for Trey.
Ethan kissed him, still stroking their c***s together. When Trey whimpered in his mouth, he decided tenderness would probably upset him more. Ethan pulled away and shoved Trey toward the sofa. He spotted Reagan’s purse on the table behind the sofa and knew everything he needed to prepare Trey for penetration would be inside. He adored that woman.
“On your knees with your face in the sofa cushions and hold yourself open for me,” Ethan demanded.
Trey smiled sadly. “Thank you for giving me what I need right now.”
Trey moved toward the sofa, leaving his pants around his knees. Not bothering to remove his shoes either, he knelt on the floor near one end of the sofa and buried his face in the cushions. Trey gripped both cheeks of his a*s to spread them apart. Ethan found a condom and lube in Reagan’s purse. He worked quickly to prepare himself and then moved in position behind Trey. He didn’t warn him. Just plunged deep and started thrusting. Soon, Trey’s body began to move with him, rocking back to meet his thrusts, encouraging him to pound him harder.
“Harder. Please. Drive him away,” Trey said, his voice muffled by the cushions.
Ethan stopped moving and grabbed a fistful of Trey’s hair. “Are you thinking about him right now? Are you thinking about Brian while I f**k you?”
Trey hesitated. “Not exactly.”
Not exactly? Ethan had had enough. He pulled out. “On your back, Mills,” he said gruffly.
“Ethan?” Trey’s goddamned voice was trembling with emotion. How could Trey expect Ethan to f**k him under these circumstances? Ethan wanted more than a physical connection with Trey and he was going to take what he wanted.
“You heard me, Trey. Lie on the sofa on your back. The floor is hard. It’s hurting my knees.” Mostly a lie.
Trey looked at him over his shoulder. Ethan somehow managed to keep his expression hard and commanding even though his heart was melting. When Trey climbed up on the sofa and settled down on his back, Ethan finished undressing. “Take off your clothes, Trey.”
“I can’t f**k you in that position with your pants on. Take them off.”
“I don’t underst—”
“Just do it, Trey. Why do you always question me after you ask me to take the upper hand?”
He shook his head. “I don’t know.”
Trey removed his shirt and collapsed against the sofa. He avoided Ethan’s eyes and murmured, “Just hurry. Please, hurry.” Trey always got what he wanted, but not this time. Ethan wasn’t in any hurry at all.
Ethan removed the rest of his clothes and knelt beside the sofa. Gently cupping Trey’s balls, he extended his middle finger and rubbed it against Trey’s entrance. His other hand directed Trey’s c**k into his mouth. He sucked hard and bobbed his head vigorously.
“Ethan,” he groaned, “don’t.” Though his hands were pressing against the back of Ethan’s head and he was thrusting upward into Ethan’s mouth.
Ethan moved his hand to cover Trey’s mouth. Ethan lifted his head and stared into Trey’s startled eyes. “You’ll take what I give you and not complain. Stroke your c**k while I suck it, and not in a way that you hurt yourself. So it feels good.”
When Trey nodded and wrapped one hand around his c**k, Ethan moved his hand from his mouth and trailed it down his chest. He caught Trey’s nipple ring with the tip of his finger and tugged it gently in time with the stroke of his fingertip against his a*s.
“F-feels so good,” Trey gasped.
Ethan kissed a trail down Trey’s flat belly, watching Trey’s hand to make sure he was stroking himself gently. “Good,” he murmured before sucking the head of Trey’s c**k into his mouth. Trey’s entire body jerked. When Trey began to writhe and produce excited gasps of pleasure, Ethan decided he was in a hurry after all.
He released Trey’s c**k and shifted to look him in the eye. “Are you ready for me?”
“I’m always ready for you.”
Ethan climbed onto the sofa, settled between Trey’s legs, and possessed him with slow, deep thrusts. He watched Trey’s reactions and could tell that physically Trey was enjoying every second of this, but he was still holding back that emotional connection Ethan craved. Mostly because even though they were face to face, Trey refused to look Ethan in the eye.
Ethan kissed Trey’s jaw tenderly and then whispered in his ear. “Why won’t you look at me? Are you ashamed?”
“Of course not.”
“I never look.”
Trey looked Reagan in the eyes when they made love. Ethan had been witness to it. And coveted the same interaction. Ethan lifted his head to stare down into Trey’s flushed face. He kissed the freckles on the bridge of Trey’s nose and smiled gently. He loved this man. It was about time he knew it.
“Look at me, Trey.”
Trey squeezed his eyes shut even more tightly and shook his head.
“You are ashamed.”
“I’m not. How can you think that?” He opened his eyes and glared at Ethan. That’s when Ethan knew he had him. Neither of them could look away as their bodies joined in perfect synchrony and Ethan got his first real look at Trey’s emotional side. It was a far greater gift than he’d anticipated.
“I love you,” Ethan said. “Trey.”
Trey’s eyes widened and he shook his head in denial.
Ethan held his gaze and nodded until Trey copied his motion and nodded as well.
“What are you going to do it about?” Ethan asked.
“I don’t know. Love you back?”
“Sounds wonderful. Tell me when you get there.”
“Almost,” Trey whispered with a crooked grin.