“Beau,” Trevor whispers softly. He tugs my forearm from my eyes, forcing me to look up into his tender gaze. “You need to come?”
I nod quickly. “Please let me come. I can’t… I can’t do it anymore. It’s too much.”
Trevor nods once in understanding. “You want to come in my mouth? Or with my cock inside you?”
“Are those my only choices?”
Cocking his head to the side, he stares down at me, eyes filled with heat. His fingers affectionately brush the hair on my chest.
“You want something else?”
“I want to come in your mouth, then you fuck me after, use my body.”
Trevor lets out a small rush of air. “Yeah?”
I nod just before Trevor devours my mouth. He tastes like me and him, like us. I close my eyes against the swirl of emotions inside me. The urge to cry is still there, but for different reasons than just seconds ago.
This is the man that came back for me. Even after waiting, he still came back, and he held me in one of the worst, hardest moments of my life. Trusting him to take me apart and put me back together is one of the easiest things I’ll ever do. Because he’ll always put me back together. Just like I have his back, he’s got mine. My Trevor. My Levi. My man.
Trevor pulls away from my mouth and murmurs, “I’ll get you ready while I suck you off, okay?”
Instead of answering with words, I roughly shove Trevor down my body, eliciting the most gorgeous laugh from him. Sex without laughter is miserable. Laughter in the bedroom is a level of honesty that makes it even more pleasurable for me. Always has. And Trevor’s laugh lights me up inside, adding to the quaking need coursing through my veins.
He dives back down on my cock, like a man possessed. I gasp as pleasure rolls through me like a gentle wave. The pleasure ramps up when a lubed finger presses against me for entry. I bear down and an unabashed moan escapes me as his finger slips in past the resistance. By the time he’s got two fingers inside me, I’m beyond sure that my orgasm is going to cause a natural event.
I try to warn him, but words won’t come. All I can do is squeeze my thighs to his head, feeling his hair fall over my sweat-dampened skin, and ride out my orgasm as it takes over. Shivers wrack my entire body as he continues to swallow me down until I’m wrung completely dry. Nothing left inside me. All of it for him.
“Perfect, Beau.” Trevor leans up to kiss the corner of my eye. “Now I’m going to fuck you.”
My body is pleasantly loose as he gently guides me onto my stomach. Instead of positioning me onto my knees, he keeps my chest on the bed, then splays my legs out wide. The position is a little awkward, but I trust Trevor. Kisses rain down on my backas he rubs his bare cock over my hole. A moan rattles through me, just at the idea of him fucking me bare.
“Let me in,” Trevor demands, voice hush quiet in the dark of the room.
A quiet moan leaves me as he slides past the first ring of muscle, giving me just a few moments to adjust before sliding the rest of the way in. His warm breath washes over my neck as he bottoms out. Every few seconds he grinds into me, forcing needy whimpers to fall from my parted lips.
“So good.” Trevor nips at my ear as he grinds his cock deeper into me. Sweat drips from him and down onto my flushed skin, sending a ripple of pleasure down my spine. “You feel so good around my cock. Made for me. You know what your name means? It means handsome. Handsome and beautiful,” Trevor says roughly against my cheek before sweetly gliding his lips over mine in a tease of a kiss. “The most beautiful soul on earth.”
The words light me up inside, infusing me with delicious warmth. Warm with Trevor’s love. Warm with his adoration. He abruptly stills inside me, panting roughly against my neck. A shiver rolls through me at the feel of him so hard inside me, his lips wet against my overheated skin. The weight of his body over me, shielding me from the world, is the most glorious thing I’ve ever felt.
“Fuck. I wanted to last longer but you feel so good.”
“Come inside me,” I beg, voice broken, hallowed out.
Trevor bites my shoulder hard with a pained groan. “Jesus.”
Pushing his forehead against my cheek, Trevor barrels into me. The gentle lovemaking evaporates as he seeks his own pleasure in my lax body. He tangles his fingers with my own, thrusting one final time, trembling over my body while he comes with an almost pained gasp. Emotion overwhelms me at the feel of his cum deep inside me, adding to my already heightenedemotional state. For the first time in my life, someone made love to me, to my body, and to my heart.
“Beau,” Trevor says reverently.
“I love you,” I admit, too wrung out to hold the words back.
Trevor gently turns my face on the bed, so he can look deeply into my eyes. His lips quirk up on one side. “I love you too. Have for a long time. Probably since the moment I walked through those airport doors and saw you standing beside the truck. My heart has been yours ever since.”
“You won’t leave me again, right?” I ask, heart tender and bruised.
Trevor sighs softly, dropping his forehead to my cheek. “Never again, I promise. We take care of each other now.”
He pulls slowly out of me, treating me with enough tenderness to make my heart ache. I lie there quietly as he moves around the room, waiting for him to rejoin me at the bed. His hands are exceedingly gentle as he helps me up and guides me to the bathroom. The shower is small, but he somehow makes us both fit. Gently, he washes me under the hot water, placing gentle kisses along the skin he deems kiss-worthy. His fingers work at the muscles of my back until I’m a puddle in his arms. Trevor chuckles against my cheek and murmurs softly, “I’ve got you, Beau.”
