“No.” Trevor angrily shakes his head and leans up to get close to my face. “Tonight’s about us.”
I take his face in my palms and devour his mouth. The kiss is rough, just shy of painful, but it unlocks something inside of my heart all the same. Suddenly, the night isn’t going how I thought it would. How I imagined. Trevor fights me for dominance, pushing at me until I fall to my back with my head at the end of the bed. He climbs on top of me, takes my wrists in his tight grip, and holds them over my head.
His chest heaves, his eyes blown wide with burning desire. From this close I can count his dark blond eyelashes, see the flecks of light blue around the edge of his irises. The emotion in his eyes echoes inside of me.
“You gonna be in charge tonight, sweetheart?”
Trevor nods, swallowing so hard that his throat bobs. “Can I?”
“You can have me.”
Despite the inches and pounds of muscle I have on Trevor, he makes me feel small when he leans over me to take my mouth in a syrupy-sweet kiss. Like drinking lemonade in the sunflower fields in the middle of June is how his kiss makes me feel. Free and unworried.
He lets go of my wrists to kiss down my neck, biting at the tender skin there, before slowly kissing down my chest. Tongue dipping around my belly button, I tremble with need beneath him. Bottoming isn’t a frequent occurrence for me, just a handful of times over the years, and every time is ranked pretty low on my list of sexual encounters. Doesn’t mean I don’t like to be fucked. A dildo can go a long way in that department.
My size usually makes me the easy choice to top when it comes to sex. But Trevor doesn’t make me feel that way at all. I might be bigger and broader, but Trevor is just as strong as me. He works hard for his muscles, and he easily makes me feel small, in a way that I never expected to love, maybe even crave.
Once my jeans are unbuckled and halfway down my thighs, he mouths at my clothed cock, soaking my underwear. Jesus. Pleasure simmers low in my gut. Trevor’s going to ruin me and I’m going to be happy about it. Thrilled. Overjoyed. Happy doesn’t cut it.
My jeans fall to the floor of the bedroom in a hush of sound. When I blink back Trevor’s way, he’s struggling out of his jeans, swear words falling from his lips. I bite my lip to stop myself from laughing. I like knowing I’ve got him so caught up that he can’t remain composed, that he needs me so badly he’s struggling to get undressed.
He lies back over me, face close enough to kiss, but just out of reach.
“So, first on the list was sucking me until I couldn’t handle it anymore, right?”
I nod and he smiles sweetly down at me. “Yeah.”
“Mmm.” Trevor kisses my eyebrow, making my chest tighten with desire. He rubs his clean-shaven cheek against my own bearded one. “You are so good, Beau. You deserve to be cherished and worshiped. By the time we’re done, you won’t remember your own name, but you’ll remember mine.”
A wicked smirk curls Trevor’s lips up as he slowly crawls down my body. He kisses just under my belly button before sliding my underwear off without an ounce of fanfare. Before I can even steel myself for what’s to come next, he takes my cock all the way to the back of his throat, choking on it, and aiming those cerulean eyes at me.
“Fuck,” I mutter around a shocked gasp.
Trevor works his shoulders under my thighs so that my legs are draped over them, heels resting on his lower back. He works me over slowly, covering my cock with his spit, sending sparks of ecstasy dancing down my spine. The edge is already perilously close. My fingers twitch at my sides, aching to grip his hair, forcing him to choke on my cock until tears pour from his eyes.
But he’s steering the ship tonight.
Right when I’m at the edge of bursting, he abruptly pulls off my cock. He smirks up at me, fingers digging painfully into my hips.
“That was one.”
I blink rapidly in confusion until I realize what he’s saying. “How many times should I prepare to be edged?”
Trevor shrugs easily, eyes still on me. “Let’s see how I feel in an hour.”
An hour? He’s going to kill me. He takes me back into the warmth of his mouth, sucking me down, then rolls his tongue around the head of my cock. My body quakes underneath him, thighs trembling, sweat dotting every inch of my flaming skin. I throw my arm over my eyes to block the sight of him out, hopingmaybe that’ll help me last. But it was fruitless, because Trevor could suck me off in a dark room and I’d still be at the edge with just one touch of his lips to my cock.
“Please,” I whisper as he pulls off again, leaving my cock angry and weeping.
“Please what?” Trevor asks sweetly.
“I want to come.”
“There’s a difference between want and need, love.”
And then he takes me back into his mouth again. I lose count of how many times we repeat the same process. When he pulls off me again, I almost cry. Tears swim in my eyes. No one has ever edged me before, at least not like this. Not to the point that I feel like I’m going to crawl out of my skin if I don’t come. Just on the edge of pain.
I swallow a cry and toss my forearm back over my eyes.
