A moment later, Lane’s hand cupped his hip, urging him closer. Urging him to take what he wanted and Trevor didn’t hold back. He shuffled closer, and then thought,fuck itand took everything. Swung a leg over Lane’s lap. Trevor wasn’t a small guy, but Lane was even bigger. Taller and broader. He made Trevorfeelsmall, not something he thought he’d ever be into.Wasn’t sure hewouldbe into it with anyone else, but with Lane? In his sweatpants, his cock twitched eagerly, wanting more pressure, more friction, as his tongue brushed against Lane’s.
But while their kisses kept getting more intense, Lane’s fingers curling more insistently into the curve of his hip, neither of them pushed to take something more.
Trevor because he was justenjoyingthe feeling of his mouth on Lane’s mouth. Enjoying the burn of arousal skittering across his nerves. He wanted more, but for right now, he was happy to do just this. Press their lips together, until they were slick and Lane was panting against his mouth.
Trevor loved that. Wanted to make a big sign with shiny letters and brandish it around.I did that, and I’m gonna do it again.
But it wasn’t just pride in turning Lane on. It was pride thathewas turned on. That he wanted more. That he was going to get to do this right now and next time and the time after that.
Lane had told him to take what he wanted, and so Trevor did that. Mouth moving from his lips to his scruff-covered jawline. He’d told himself so many times that his gaze had only caught on it because it was aesthetically agoodjawline. A good face, really, but the jawline was something else. And instead of Lane’s perpetual golden-brown scruff detracting from it, it seemed to accentuate it. Draw attention to it.
The hair was soft against his face, against his mouth. Trevor heard a deep groan and realized it was him.
It was too much to wonder if he’d ever been so into a make-out session, so he justdidn’t. That was a problem—or a solution, maybe—to consider at a different time.
Besides, thought was rapidly fraying, hard to grasp, as it felt like the rest of his blood headed lower, right to his already rock-hard dick.
“Feel good?” Lane murmured roughly.
“Yeah,” Trevor admitted, the truth coming out of him in a sharp, inevitable exhale.
It felt fucking amazing, and Trevor might normally feel embarrassed by that—or embarrassed that hedidn’tfeel it, not the way he should—but there was no reason this time. This washisexperiment. Lane had told him he’d like anything, that he wanted Trevor to do whateverhewas into.
So Trevor did, settling more confidently on Lane’s incredibly firm thighs, and nudged his mouth under his jawline, fingers digging into the fabric over Lane’s shoulders and ground with more purpose.
“Come on, Trev, take what you want,” Lane encouraged and his hand crept around from his hip, curving around his ass, and ohyeah, that was even better.
“Shit,” Lane added, his voice even rougher.
AndGod, that was definitely Lane’s hard-on pressing against him, too, and Trevor groaned. How was this so hot? He was sweating under his T-shirt collar, the fabric sticking to his neck.
“Just like this,” Trevor panted.
Lane nodded and his fingers dug into Trevor’s ass, encouraging him to grind faster against him.
Not telling. But suggesting.Welcoming.
And God, Trevor wanted to believe he wasn’t eating it all up, but he fucking was.
He’d never had sex this good before, and it was just dry humping on Lane’s couch.
Lane leaned up and kissed him again, mouths meeting as messily as their bodies, and pleasure spiked through Trevor.
He wasn’t going to last, even though he never wanted this to end.
We can do it again. As many times as you want,Trevor reminded himself.
Still, he wanted to stretch out the incandescent dirty joy of it as long as he could. He reached up, digging his fingers through Lane’s hair, tilting his mouth exactly in the angle he wanted, so he could devour him deeper.
His cock caught against Lane’s stomach, against the firm muscles of his abs, and Trevor gasped.
“Come on, sweetheart,” Lane mumbled, and that was all it took.
Trevor tumbled right over the edge, his orgasm shuddering through him in an insane rush.
A second later, Lane was tensing and warmth spread underneath Trevor.
“Fuck,” Trevor muttered, shocked, even though he’d just come, how hot he found that.
