And the tattoos? Theydocover his stomach. They cover almost everything.
Including the hand still between my legs.
“No one should look that good,” I inform him. “Not while slowly fucking a butt plug into another person. Not period.”
He leans down to catch my lips, rendering me effectively speechless. He tastes like whatImust taste like, combined with him. I groan into his mouth.
“Can I ask you something?” Trevor rumbles, his lips brushing mine.
“Mm.”
“Have you always been into voyeurism?”
The catch in my breath is involuntary, as unexpected as the question. It feels like an actual lifetime ago that I was watching Trevor get hit on at the bar, when it was only an hour or two. “Um…”
“You like watching my videos,” he says, his arm caging me in as his other rocks the plug inside of me in a way that makes my toes curl. “And you like knowing other people are watching my videos. But it also seems you like watching me…withother people. Am I wrong?”
I shake my head slowly, my hands trembling as I run them down Trevor’s sides. He’s so much wider than me. A veritable mountain.
“Is this new?” he asks, his mouth skimming over the front of my shoulder once and again in a way that feels purposefully, like he’s mapping my freckles as promised.
“No,” I manage. “But I’ve never… I’ve never asked that of anyone.”
Trevor lifts his head, his eyes catching mine. “You trust me.”
It’s not a question, but I nod anyways. I do trust him. And maybe the fact that Trevor makes porn made it easier for me to take that leap. To let him see the side of me that gets a thrill out of watching others fall all over him, knowing I have a say. Knowing, when all is said and done, Trevor’s eyes come back to me.
Real jealousy would never allow for that to work in a relationship. But it’s not jealousy I feel thinking about other people touching Trevor. Or watching him. Wanting him. It’s far more complex than that, a twisted sort of desire to possess someone’s adoration so fully that they always choose to return to me. No matter who else is offered, no matter what else they may find, theyalways, always pick me.
If I could find that? That absolute and complete devotion?
I wouldn’t ever give it up.
Trevor whispers his lips across my other shoulder as I slide my hands up his stomach, my first time touching him like this, skin to skin. Every inch of him intrigues me, whether by touch or sight, it doesn’t matter.
“It’ll never go further than you want,” Trevor says. “You tell me when. You make it clear, like you did earlier tonight.”
“Yes,” I whisper, pulling in a shallow breath as my hand skates over one of Trevor’s pecs. “You don’t…you don’t mind it?”
His lips catch my own, a soft, drugging kiss. “No. Because every second their hands are on me, I’ll be thinking of you watching, getting turned on by the sight. Your blazing, blue eyes…” He kisses beside one eye, the press of his lips gentle. “Your pretty cock.” His hand leaves the plug to travel there, wrapping around me in a warm vise that has me swelling helplessly. “Your sharp mouth and brave heart.”
Said heart thumps as Trevor’s mouth meets mine again, the man overwhelming me in the best way. It takes a long moment to find my breath, let alone my voice. “Trevor?”
“Yeah, Red?”
“I really think you should fuck me now.”
I can feel the curve of his smile against my lips. He pulls back enough to rake his gaze over me, his hand still slowly kneading my cock. “I’m gonna enjoy hearing you moan my name until your voice is hoarse.”
“Oh myGod,” I groan, unable to stop my own smile. “Smug bastard. Prove it already.”
He huffs gently, starting to slide down my body, but I smack his arm a couple times.
“Wait, no. Get up here.”
Trevor lifts back up until he’s poised above me, an expectant look on his face.
“Yeah, no, higher,” I direct. “I need to meet the dick that’s about to rearrange my insides.”
