Especially when Trevor’s brown eyes softened even more, practically melting into honey. He licked his lips, and Lane wanted to kiss him again, so this time, he let himself anddid.
It was even deeper, even wetter than the last one. Lane cupped Trevor’s face and didn’t take, necessarily, because he’d meant what he’d said the other night—he wanted Trevor to find everything he wanted—but he let them fall into a giveandtake.
Trevor nipped at his bottom lip and pulled back again. Lane could barely resist the urge to drag him right back. He was a good kisser, sweet and hot in equal measures, and Lane was nearly shaking at how badly he wanted more of his mouth.
“We should . . . uh . . . go upstairs,” Trevor said.
That had been the plan, before they’d fallen into each other. To go upstairs, get ready to go back out again, head to Vault for the now-regular after-game party that Ramsey threw for theteam. Even though Ramsey wouldn’t evenbeat this one, because he was traveling with the Wolves, Nate had claimed this one was going to be even better, even bigger, because they were celebrating a historic Thunder season.
He and Trevorshouldgo. Before this moment, Lane had kind ofwantedto go. Get a drink, sip it slowly, try to forget what Trevor’s mouth tasted like. But why would he do that if he could just keep tasting it?
“Yeah,” Lane finally said. “Let’s go upstairs.” And if he had anything to say about it, they wouldn’t be heading back out afterwards.
Trevor had liked what they’d done, but there was so much more. So many ways to keep Trevor right where he wanted him, tucked up in his bed.
The walk to the elevator and the ride up was tough, only because Trevor kept sending him these little curious looks and biting down on his plump pink bottom lip. Lane dug his nails into his palms and tried to get ahold of himself.
This was Trevor’s show; he couldn’t,shouldn’t, push. But he wanted to. He wanted to press Trevor right against the back wall of the elevator and replace Trevor’s teeth with his own.
But he didn’t.
They made it to the right floor, down the hallway, and through the door of Lane’s condo.
And then Trevor looked up at him, those three inches between them seeming more radical than ever, and Lane couldn’t help it any longer.
He kissed him, pushing them backwards through the hallway, towards his bedroom.
The first time they’d done this, Lane had thought maybe it was better to do it on the couch. Felt more casual, more like a hookup.
But he hadn’t even gotten Trevor naked last time and that felt like a loss. One he was going to remedy this time around.
He got them through the doorway and nearly pushed Trevor down onto the bed before he remembered what he’d promised.
But in the end, it didn’t matter, because at the last second, Trevor used his strength and switched their positions. It was Lane’s knees that hit the back of the mattress, Trevor crawling over him, slanting their mouths together in another, even hungrier, kiss.
Trevor’s cock was pressing hard and insistent against his hip as Trevor groaned into his mouth, working up to a slow and steady grind that was driving Lane out of his mind.
They could absolutely do this again. It had been shockingly good last time—all Lane needed to find the edge was the fact that it was Trevor’s mouth on his, Trevor’s skin under his palms. Trevor’s cock that kept nudging up against his own, even through too many layers of fabric.
But Trevor pulled back.God, he looked like every wet dream Lane had ever had, and his cock twitched in his sweatpants.
“What if I want more?” Trevor asked, teeth digging into his bottom lip again. He pulled his sweatshirt off and then stripped his T-shirt off. In the shadowed light of his bedroom, Trevor looked like a sculpture from one of those European museums, come to life.
“What do you want?” Lane asked.
He couldn’t help but touch, fingers trailing down the smooth line of his neck, down to his pectoral, then grazing down lower, enjoying the way the muscles of Trevor’s abs flexed under his touch.
Trevor groaned a little, thighs clenching around Lane more firmly.
“Could I make a suggestion?” Lane asked. He wasn’t going to make demands, no matter how much he wanted to.
Trevor nodded. His hands were tugging up Lane’s clothes too. The slight chill of his hands on Lane’s bare skin made him shiver. Or maybe it was just Trevor’s touch.
“Want to suck you off. Would you be okay with that?”
Trevor’s eyes went so wide. “Would I beokaywith that?”
It was hard, but Lane shrugged casually, like his heart wasn’t in his throat at even the thought of it.
