He let his emotions get the best of him as he grabbed Magnus by the throat and backed him up against the wall. He made sure not to hurt him, but he was damn sure going to remind Magnus of how this worked between them. Trey wasn’t the one who bowed to Magnus, it was the other fucking way around.
Magnus’s eyes were wide, and his Adam’s apple bobbed against Trey’s palm as he swallowed.
Something in that surprised look hit Trey square in the chest. Before he knew what he was doing, he slammed his mouth down on Magnus’s and kissed him so hard they’d both be bruised afterward.
“Oh, fuck, yes,” Magnus groaned as Trey dragged him to the bed, shoving him down as he crawled over him, never letting his lips get too far away.
Trey kissed him harder, inhaling every breath, tasting every moan. He wanted Magnus so fucking much he ached from the need. It consumed every minute of his day, overwhelming his dreams. He was losing his goddamn mind because he knew they couldn’t keep going like this. But he’d known that from the beginning. When he’d learned that Magnus was bisexual, Trey understood that there was an expiration date on their relationship.
Might as well go out with a bang.
“Take off my shirt,” Trey growled, biting Magnus’s lower lip.
Trey lifted his arms so Magnus could drag the cotton off of him.
“Unbutton my jeans.”
While Magnus did that, Trey toed off his boots, letting them fall to the floor beside the bed. When his jeans were down to his thighs, he climbed off the bed and stripped them off, kicking them away.
“Shorts off now.”
Trey jerked open the drawer in the nightstand and grabbed the lubricant he knew Magnus had stashed there. He watched Magnus watching him as he generously greased his throbbing dick. When he was satisfied, he put one knee on the bed and instructed Magnus to pull his knees to his chest.
Ah, Jesus.
Trey never seemed to be prepared for the sight of Magnus waiting for him like that. On display and submissive, his hard cock, his heavy balls, and that goddamn inviting puckered hole had a way of breaking down the last of his resistance.
Without preamble, Trey crawled forward and guided his cock into Magnus’s tight hole. He wasn’t gentle, wasn’t even sure he could be if he were in his right mind. Which he damn sure wasn’t. Trey was coming apart at the seams knowing that this was the last time they were going to be together. Regardless of what he wanted, he knew he could never be what Magnus needed. And for that reason alone, he had to end things.
This was it for them.
Trey clung to that as he fucked Magnus, driving in as deep as he could, retreating, and slamming in again. He drilled him into the mattress, planting his hands on the back of Magnus’s thighs and pressing his full weight down, pinning him there, forcing him to take every punishing thrust.
The entire time, he could feel Magnus’s hands as they gripped his legs, hear his soft grunts and choked whispers for more. Magnus was holding on, giving himself over to Trey the only way he could. It nearly unraveled Trey completely, but he shoved it down. He would deal with the aftermath later. Right now, the only thing he cared about was coming inside this man. He wanted Magnus to remember this for the rest of his life. When he was living a grand life with a man and a woman who could willingly share him between them, Trey hoped Magnus would still think ofthis.
“Trey … oh, fuck…”
Trey’s lungs worked overtime as sweat trickled down his spine. He continued to thrust until his hips were sore, but even then, he didn’t stop. He shifted so Magnus’s legs were draped over his shoulders, changing the angle of penetration until Magnus was panting as hard as he was, begging him to make him come.
“Goddamn you,” Trey growled as he drove into him once, twice… On the third time, he slammed in deep and roared his release, hoping the sound rattled the walls.
It wasn’t until he was spent that Trey realized Ava was in the next room over. He hadn’t thought about her for a single second while he was fucking Magnus. Hadn’t considered that he might be doing something that he shouldn’t be doing. If Magnus and Ava had started a relationship, Trey had no designs on the man anymore.
“Fuck,” he snapped, sitting up and dropping his feet over the edge of the bed.
“Don’t go,” Magnus pleaded.
Trey glared at him, hating himself more in that moment than he had in a long damn time.
It was definitely over.
***
Ava could hear them.
The sounds coming from Magnus’s bedroom could only be one thing. They were fucking.
She knew it was wrong to be turned on by them, wishing she could see how beautiful they were when they were in the throes of passion. She wanted that more than anything, but she remained where she was. As their grunts and groans grew louder, her hand drifted into her shorts. She teased her clit, touching herself for the first time in so long her clit was so sensitive it was nearly painful.
