Trey stepped back and smiled. “That one was for you, girl.” He leaned in and pressed his mouth to her ear. “I intend to take mine from Magnus.”
“When?”
His dick kicked against his zipper, and he knew if he didn’t walk away now, there was a good chance he was going to come inside her in under three minutes.
“I think you’ll know,” he told her, softly kissing her mouth before helping her down from the washing machine.
She peered up at him with wide, curious eyes. “How?”
“Because I don’t intend to let him come.”
Her lips quirked. “And he’ll have to, so he’ll come find me.”
“That’s the plan.”
“I’ll be ready and waiting.”
He smacked her lightly on the ass, watching as she bounced out of the room, her sadness from earlier replaced with a wide, satisfied grin on her face.
Trey didn’t waste time going in search of Magnus, but not before he found the bottle of lubricant he knew Magnus kept in the top drawer of his desk. He concealed it in his hand and headed back through the front office, nodding at Gia as he passed. She was being nicer to him now that he was back. Trey didn’t have the heart to tell her he wasn’t sure if it was permanent or not. He hadn’t yet had that conversation with Magnus. They would, soon enough. But now was not the time.
He found Magnus in the supply closet, where they kept the clean towels and various other supplies. He was counting items on a shelf when Trey walked in and pulled the door closed. Since there was no lock, they would have to be quiet or risk someone coming in. Trey was so fucking hard, he didn’t care if someone stumbled upon them, but he figured Magnus might since it would be one of his employees.
“What are you—”
Trey shut him up with a kiss, backing him against the wall. “Can you taste her?”
“Oh, fuck … did you…?”
“I just made Ava come on my fingers,” he admitted, bringing his fingers to Magnus’s mouth. “Then I licked them clean, but I bet you can still taste her.”
Magnus sucked his two fingers into his mouth, holding Trey’s stare.
“Where?” Magnus asked when he released him.
“In the laundry room.” Trey reached for the button on Magnus’s shorts, tugging it free. “I set her on the washer and pulled those little shorts aside”—he lowered the zipper—“then buried my fingers inside”—he fisted Magnus’s cock, gently squeezing to punctuate his next words—“her tight … wet … pussy.”
Magnus’s hips bucked forward.
“You like that I can’t get enough of her, don’t you?”
Magnus nodded.
“I can’t get enough of you, either,” he warned, stepping back so he could turn Magnus around. “Put your hands on the wall, and don’t move ’em.”
Magnus did, and Trey dragged his shorts and boxers down. They were baggy enough that Magnus freed one foot, which allowed him to spread his legs wide.
While he assumed the position, Trey freed his cock from his jeans and coated himself with lube.
“This might hurt,” he warned, not taking the time to grease Magnus’s hole. He couldn’t wait.
Magnus thrust his hips back, opening himself to Trey. Trey stepped up to him, guiding his cock to the tight hole he loved so fucking much. He positioned Magnus how he needed him, then pushed in slow and deep. He thrust into him several times, easing the way with the lubricant on his cock. Once Magnus began to hum softly, Trey fucked him.
Hard.
He didn’t let up, using Magnus the way he’d done all those months before. The way Magnus had always begged him to do. Trey curled his fingers over Magnus’s shoulder and held him tightly while he rammed in deep, letting the blistering heat drive him right to the pinnacle. He didn’t hold back, not even pretending this was for Magnus’s benefit. It wasn’t. He would get his later. Right now, Trey wanted the man to feel every inch of him, to remember that Trey’s hunger knew no bounds.
Trey growled low in his throat, trying to swallow the sound so they didn’t alert anyone to what they were doing. He clamped his jaw shut and let the pleasure overwhelm him. He came with a grunt, driving into Magnus’s ass as deep as he could.
