“But not just for sex,” I hurry to explain, needing him to understand. “I want to hold you, kiss you, and hold you tight while you dream. I want it all. I want everything.”
Trevor’s fingers bite hard into the skin of my forearm, almost hard enough to break skin. His breath audibly caught in his chest, sounding painful to my ears. The breath releases with a whiny, angry whistle. For a moment I wonder if I’ve misstepped, only until he closes his eyes tight on a shaky inhale.
“It’s real for me,” Trevor admits, fear coloring his voice.
“Can I have you?”
A hush falls over the cab of the truck for a moment. Trevor’s gaze pings back to mine. Something in his dark gaze fills me with unease. “I can’t promise you anything beyond tonight. Will you be happy with just tonight?”
“I’ll be happy with just one millisecond holding you.”
Trevor laughs softly, but it’s fake. It’s easy for me to tell now, the difference between real Trevor and fake boyfriend Trevor. He blinks open his eyes to aim those gorgeous baby blues at me, freezing me to the spot. “And that’s why this feels so fucking real. For today, I really am your boyfriend. Okay? For today.”
“Okay.” I tug him until his warm weight presses into me, until he’s carefully straddling me in the tight quarters of the truck. The weight of him against me settles something in my uneasy soul. Solid and firm. Trevor’s not a small man at all, but he’s small when he’s in my arms. “Kiss me, Trevor.”
Trevor’s eyebrow arches, lips tilted up in a sexy smirk. “Is that how this is gonna go?”
“Yeah.” I tug him down until he’s only a breath away. “Now kiss me.”
The kiss is soft, a gentle glide of lips. Slowly the kiss deepens, until I feel like I’m falling into him. Everything spins around me, so I grab him tight, my fingers pressing into his hips, surely hard enough to bruise. The weightless feeling inside my cavernouschest urges me to hold on tighter, to keep us both grounded to the earth.
Trevor pulls away from me panting, hair a messy halo around his face. “Take me inside?”
Problem is I don’t know if I can quit kissing him long enough to leave the truck. I figure I can do both things. Trevor laughs into my mouth as I back him up towards the door, devouring his mouth the entire way. God, the taste of him makes me crazy, makes me reckless, makes meneed.
His mouth is the best thing I’ve ever tasted. He tastes like the end of a long time waiting, like all wishes fulfilled, but he mostly tastes likemine. The thought might be dangerous, but it’s so very real. At least for tonight.
A tortured whine drops from his wet lips when I pull away slightly to kick the door closed behind us. His hands run up my back to tightly grip my shoulders. A wicked smile spreads across his mouth and his eyes dance with mischief. My God, he’s beautiful.
“Take me to bed, Beau.”
I love the way he says my name. The word floats from his lips easily, with a deeper meaning I can’t decipher. Sliding my hands down his back, my hands cup his ass for a moment. A relieved sound escapes him when I slip my hands down to his thighs and lift so that he’s forced to wrap his legs around my waist. And he goes, just like that. His long legs wind around me like they were made to be there. Maybe they were.
Trevor trails his lips down my neck, grazing his teeth along my overheated skin. When he bites gently on the tendons of my neck, I almost lose my grip on him. Once we reach my bedroom, I haphazardly toss him onto the bed. A small, delighted huff escapes him as he bounces on the bed. He leans up on his elbows to aim a coy look at me through his blond eyelashes. Perfectteeth press down on his bottom lip, and that just won’t do. If anyone’s going to bite one of his lips, it’s going to be me.
My suit jacket falls in a flurry after I toss it to the floor without a care in the world. I start to undo my dress shirt, but Trevor shakes his head, and scoots to the edge of the bed. He wiggles his fingers for me to come closer, so I do. Nimble hands run up my chest. Slowly, making my heart flutter dangerously, he undoes the buttons of my shirt, one by fucking one. Trevor gazes up at me the entire time, so much heat in his eyes that I’m afraid the house might burn down. Those baby blues will be my undoing. Being undone by Trevor is as close to heaven as I’m probably ever going to get.
He pushes my shirt off, fingers trailing softly along my skin, and pulls my undershirt over my head, so I’m left shirtless in just my dress slacks. A couple of beats pass by as he just stares at my chest, as if he hasn’t seen me naked before. But this is in a different context, so maybe it means more now. I can’t be sure. All I know is I’ll die if my lips aren’t on his while he’s got that look on his face.
Placing my knee on the bed, I lean forward until he’s forced to fall back. Blond hair fans out beside his head, a little mussed from the day, but he’s still so effortlessly gorgeous. He’s perfect, and for tonight, for this small sliver of time, he’s all mine. One hand lifts up to gently cup my face, and his eyes shift between mine, searching me for an answer to some unknown question.
“You gonna make me yours, Beau?”
I nod against his hand, placing a dry kiss to his palm. “I’m gonna show you.”
He arches one single eyebrow. “Show me what?”
“What it’s like to be loved, sweetheart.”
Trevor gasps sharply, closing his eyes so tight it looks borderline painful. He takes a few deep, calming breaths, then opens his eyes to aim those startling baby blues at me.
“Call me Levi,” he whispers, eyes once again searching mine. “That’s my real name.”
Oh. The tension in his body, flush on his cheeks, alerts me to the fact that he doesn’t tell many people that truth. It’s an honor for me to know his real name, know the real him. Behind Trevor’s fake boyfriend persona is a man that so desperately needs to be loved.
I kiss him in thanks for trusting me with his secret. Running my hand up and down his arm to calm him as best I can, he shivers underneath me despite still being fully clothed. I undress him without taking my lips from his, which is a particular skill I never knew I had. Maybe it’s a skill just for him, just for this grand moment.
I devour him as I kick out of my own clothing. Licking into his mouth, I attempt to memorize the flavor of him, the flavor that’s all mine. When I press down on him to line up our hard cocks, he bucks against me, letting out a pained cry that I eagerly swallow down.
