Keeping his eyes on Trey’s face, Magnus took a step back and stripped off his shorts and T-shirt while Trey made quick but silent work of stripping out of his own.
Once they were naked, Trey took his hand again and tugged him toward the bathroom. He didn’t say a word as they traipsed through to the shower. Magnus glanced over at Ava to see she was watching them, her mouth hanging open. She didn’t speak, nor did she look away. Not when Trey turned on the water and not when Trey pulled Magnus in for another scorching kiss.
It took a minute for the water to heat, but as soon as it did, Trey moved them beneath the spray, their lips still fused. Magnus couldn’t resist running his hands over the hard planes of Trey’s chest and up the smooth contours of his back, enjoying every moan that rumbled in Trey’s chest as he did.
“I want you on your knees,” Trey said after they’d warmed up with that brief make-out session.
At least he was no longer whispering.
Magnus didn’t hesitate, lowering to his knees directly in front of Trey. If Trey shifted just right, the water would hit Magnus square in the face, but even that didn’t bother him. And certainly not when Trey fisted his cock and angled it at Magnus’s mouth. His other hand gripped a handful of Magnus’s hair as he pulled him forward. Magnus took care of the rest. He teased and tormented Trey’s cock, doing everything he knew would drive the man crazy. He’d learned a lot about what Trey liked over the past year and a half, and he wasn’t above using everything in his arsenal to bring the man to his knees. Figuratively, if not literally.
“Fuck … Magnus … fuck, that feels good.” Trey’s hand tightened on his hair. “Take more.”
Magnus leaned in, taking Trey’s cock to the root, the head sliding into his throat. He couldn’t do it for long without gagging, but Trey knew that, pulling back before pushing in deeper.
“Don’t make me come. Not yet.”
Heeding Trey’s command, Magnus backed off, but he didn’t stop licking and laving, enjoying himself in the process. He loved sucking Trey’s cock because the man was so vocal about it. He didn’t have a problem telling Magnus what he liked or wanted.
When Magnus brought him to the brink once more, he released him from his mouth and glanced over at Ava. She was watching them intently, her little nipples pebbled, her skin pink from the heat of the water. She looked so fucking good like that.
“Don’t stop on my account,” she said when she realized Magnus was staring at her.
“You heard her,” Trey grunted, gripping Magnus’s hair again. “This time, I’m gonna come down your throat.”
***
To say she’d been surprised when Treyand Magnus strolled into the bathroom would’ve been an understatement.
Ava had been at a loss for words when she saw Trey come through the door, all two hundred naked pounds of sexy man walking in like he didn’t have a care in the world.
She knew for a fact that Trey considered himself old, although, at thirty-eight, he was far from it. It likely had more to do with the fact that he was considerably older than Magnus. By eleven and a half years, to be exact. Which made him fourteen years her senior. What Trey didn’t realize was that he wasn’t old, merely mature. He’d lived and learned and had those experiences to fall back on. He was past making mistakes and pretending he hadn’t. To Ava, that was an incredibly appealing trait.
To look at him from the neck down, Trey could easily pass for … a much younger man. Virile and strong, he had a body honed from hard work rather than time in a gym, although he’d told her he did that, too. The same way Magnus did, utilizing one of the storage spaces in the main building where he kept all his weight equipment.
And then there was Magnus.
Ava had been in love with Magnus for so long, she figured it wouldn’t matter if he had a paunch and was losing his hair at this point. She would still love him. But Magnus was a far cry from that. She’d noticed these past few months that he’d gotten significantly bigger in the muscle department, his chest broader, his arms and legs thicker, his butt perfection. And though there were many things about him that reminded her of the boy she’d crushed on when she was a little girl, Magnus had matured quite a bit. He was no longer the playboy who bucked the system because he felt more at peace when everyone thought he didn’t give a shit about anything. Magnus cared more than most people would ever know. She’d seen that side of him through the years.
She considered herself a lucky girl to have a firsthand account of these two men in their birthday suits. But that didn’t hold a candle to watching themtogether.
It was almost necessary to run cool water into the tub just to keep from overheating as she watched Magnus take Trey’s cock into his mouth. He was kneeling on the floor at Trey’s feet, one hand wrapped securely around Trey’s shaft, the other fondling his balls while he bobbed up and down on him like it was his favorite thing in the world to do. She’d told Magnus that she had fantasized about kneeling beside him while they worshipped Trey’s cock together. She wondered briefly if he remembered that. Probably not, because he had more important things to focus on. Like making Trey come.
And man, did she want to see that. It excited her to watch Trey and the way he admired Magnus before him, one hand buried in his hair as he held him there, urging him with words and a powerful shift of his hips to take him deeper. It was obvious Magnus enjoyed what he was doing even though Trey was being forceful about it. She’d go so far as to say Magnus liked the aggression because it made the encounter hotter.
Ava had never known an intimate act to be pleasurable. She’d been with one man in her lifetime, and Harrison hadn’t been gentle or loving. The night he took her virginity, he’d made her dress in slutty lingerie, and then he’d practically ripped it from her body. Not in a sexy way, either. She’d felt violated and scared throughout the ordeal, but Harrison had assured her it was okay because, one, she was his wife, and two, he knew what he was doing.
It wouldn’t be that way with Trey or Magnus. Even as Trey yanked on Magnus’s hair, fucking his mouth like it was his right, he was attentive and careful. For the first time in her life, she wanted to experience sex with someone who would put her needs first, and she knew Magnus and Trey would give her that.
“God, Magnus…” Trey grunted. “That’s it … I’m gonna come.” A rough groan sounded in his throat as he tipped his head back, the cords in his neck standing out in stark relief. “Fuck, yes.”
Ava stared unabashedly as Trey’s body jerked, his cock deep in Magnus’s throat. He was beautiful, and he made the act beautiful, too.
Figuring it was over, Ava tried to avert her gaze as Magnus got to his feet. When Trey cupped his head and kissed him softly on the lips, keeping him close, she saw exactly what Trey tried to hide from everyone, including himself. There was so much love in that embrace that it made her chest tighten. They remained like that for a few minutes, and when they separated, they both looked her way. She’d been busted staring, but neither seemed to care.
Magnus’s eyes were soft and kind as he stared at her through the glass partition. “Care to join us?”
There was enough teasing in his tone, she knew he was leaving it completely up to her.
