Regretfully, I pull my fingers from him, and kiss his chest before climbing over to the bedside drawer and find the bottle of lube that’s half empty and a brand new box of condoms. I tear it open and take one from the pack, then settle myself between his legs.
“Are you sure about this?” I ask.
My eyes have adjusted to the dark, so I make out his head moving up and down in a nod.
“If you’re not, if we need to talk about it more, if you’re—”
He sits up, grabbing my cheeks and kissing me. “I want to do this, Huds. Trust me, if I didn’t, I would say no. That’s why I made sure I was, you know… prepared… just in case.”
“Okay, and, uh… just so you know, I’d want you to fuck me too.”
He huffs a laugh. “Good. Because I’ve thought about it.”
Trey kisses me again, moving his lips along my jaw, my neck, and my chest as I roll on the condom and add more lube.
“Lay down,” I tell him.
He bites my nipple, causing me to growl, before he lies back with a smirk on his face.
“I bet I’m going to come so fucking good like this,” he says.
“I’ll make sure you do.”
I use too much lube, making sure I get enough on him and me. You can’t be too careful. When I’m satisfied with how it all feels, I press the tip of my dick to his hole, and instantly, he clenches.
“This won’t work if you don’t relax.”
“Sorry. I’m trying.”
“Touch yourself,” I say.
“I might come.”
“Just do it slowly,” I say, moving forward a little more.
His hand wraps around his dick and I watch as he slowly jerks himself off, doing exactly as I said. The muscles in his stomach tighten, and his breathing hitches with each up-stroke.
I slide in a little further, but he’s so tight, I’m not sure this is actually going to work. But as I ease in a little more, I feel him loosening, relaxing, and even pushing forward—like he wants it. I go as slow as I can, focusing more on him than on myself, which is difficult because he feels so damn good.
“Fuck, Hudson,” he says when I’m halfway in.
“Too much?”
“Not enough.”
I add more lube, just to be safe, then I slide all the way in.
We both let out a long breath, and I look down at him, a warm feeling in my chest as I realize what the hell is going on between us. It’s been happening, and of course I know that, but this is different. This is… so much more.
“Hudson,” Trey breathes, his free hand coming up to brush my hair away.
I lean down to kiss him, and then I start to move. Slow and steady thrusts, trying to hold the orgasm back but I don’t think it’ll work.
“Fuck, Hudson—yes, right there. Do that again—”
I don’t know what I did, but I try to do it again.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he says, stroking his dick faster. “Yes, fuck. That’s so good. I’m going to come…”
