“What are you doin’ here?” Trey managed even as Magnus closed the door and leaned into him.
“I got tired of waitin’ for you to come back.”
Was this real? Maybe Trey was dreaming. For the past six months, he’d spent far more time than was appropriate thinking about this man, dreaming about him. It wouldn’t surprise him if he was dreaming now. He was tired. It made sense he’d fallen asleep, more so that Magnus had invaded his unconscious mind since he spent so much of his awake time thinking about him.
“If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were expectin’ me,” Magnus said, his mouth brushing over his.
“What?” Yeah, he was well aware he sounded like a dumb ass. A dumb ass on repeat.
Trey sucked in a breath when Magnus’s calloused hands skimmed over his bare stomach, his thumbs gliding up the center of his abdomen. His rough palms scraped over his nipples, and Trey wondered if he could come from simply being touched. It was no secret that Magnus knew just how to do it to make it happen.
When Magnus’s hands reached his neck, those thumbs hooked under Trey’s chin and tilted his head back. Then there was the warm, wet rasp of a tongue on his neck, licking, sucking.
“Fuck, I missed you, Trey,” Magnus moaned, gliding his lips downward, over his collarbone. Licking from one side to the other. “Did you miss me?”
“Not even a little,” he lied, knowing that was exactly what Magnus expected to hear.
They’d been playing this game for months. While Trey would pretend not to be interested, Magnus would continue to pursue him until Trey would give in. Although in the beginning, Trey had been serious about resisting this man, he now found it impossible to do so. But he also found it easy to continue with this ruse because that was all it was. He refused to want more, and Magnus clearly wasn’t looking for serious, so it worked well for them.
“Then it sounds like I haven’t been doin’ my job well,” Magnus said, meeting Trey’s gaze before he dropped to his knees.
“What job is that?” Trey asked, his voice gruff.
He sucked in a harsh breath when Magnus yanked Trey’s shorts down his legs, freeing his iron-hard cock.
“This one.”
“Ahh, fuck,” Trey hissed when the blessed heat of Magnus’s mouth engulfed his dick, taking him to the root.
Instantly, his fist was in Magnus’s hair, tugging roughly as that skilled, eager mouth sucked, his tongue swirling around his shaft.
Magnus pulled back, slowly releasing him, looking up with a mischievous smile. “And practice makes perfect, right?”
“Shut up and suck my dick,” Trey growled, jerking Magnus’s head forward again as he succumbed to the pleasure.
Oh, hell.
He was in so much trouble.
*
Magnus had been jonesing for Trey forthe past three days, but unlike Trey, he didn’t have a problem admitting it.
Sure, making the two-hundred-mile drive to see the guy for one night was probably a bit on the desperate side, but when he’d set out three hours ago, Magnus had decided he didn’t really give a shit. He was enjoying the hell out of his time with Trey, and what better way to keep the sparks alive than to make a surprise visit?
And boy, did he love these fucking sparks.
Even now, as Trey roughly fucked his face, using him for his own pleasure, Magnus was high on the adrenaline pumping through his veins. It was always like this. Every single time. Even six months in, every time was like the first.
A dark, thundering growl escaped Trey seconds before his hand tightened in Magnus’s hair, holding him still.
“Not yet,” Trey groaned.
No, definitely not yet. Magnus wasn’t ready for Trey to come any more than he was. He knew it only got better from here.
When Trey tugged on his hair, Magnus pushed to his feet. He grunted when Trey slammed his lips down on his, those strong arms banding around him, holding him firmly.
This was the best part of their encounters, as far as Magnus was concerned. That moment when Trey dominated the situation, rendering Magnus putty in his hands. Never had Magnus been with anyone—man or woman—who could so easily take control, and he’d be the first to admit, he’d gotten addicted to it.
