Double Time
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No. What are you waiting for? “Um…” he said between ragged breaths. “Um… I need…”
Ethan’s hands began to wander Trey’s body again. He caressed the insides of Trey’s thighs, cupped his balls gently, and then rubbed his hips rhythmically.
Trey whispered, “I want to feel your body against mine.” His hard, hard body.
Ethan turned Trey to face him and jerked Trey against his chest. He kissed him deeply, tongue thrusting into Trey’s mouth, and Trey clung to his muscular back. Ethan’s rough manner totally turned him on. He wanted to be taken. Devoured. Trey’s hands rubbed over hard bumps and muscular bulges. The man’s ass was spectacularly firm beneath Trey’s seeking palms. Ethan’s hard c**k prodded Trey in the belly. He wanted it to prod him somewhere else entirely.
Ethan’s hands traveled down Trey’s ass. When he began to massage Trey’s throbbing opening, the strength went out of Trey’s legs and he swayed against Ethan. Yeah, that’s the spot.
“Do you want me to use the numbing lubricant?”
Trey shook his head.
“I’m pretty big. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I want to feel you. I don’t like to be numb.”
An instant later, slippery fingers began to rub against Trey’s opening. He widened his stance. Yes. Now. Take me, Ethan.
Ethan’s finger slid inside Trey’s body and he gasped in excitement. Much too long since he’d been with a man. Much too long.
Ethan had two fingers inside of him now. He moved his fingers in a wide arc, stretching Trey’s body to accept him more easily.
“I’m ready for you,” Trey insisted. “Don’t make me wait. I can’t stand it anymore.”
Ethan applied a condom and coated his c**k with excess lubricant.
Trey bit his lip as Ethan’s fingers plunged particularly deep. Damn, he was excited. He was going to come so hard when he let go.
Ethan pulled his fingers free and turned Trey’s body to face the opposite direction. He nudged the head of his c**k against Trey’s ass. Heat raced up Trey’s spine. Ethan’s hand moved to stroke the tip of Trey’s cock, distracting him with pleasure as he sought possession. Trey leaned forward to make it easier for Ethan to enter him. He buried his fingers in the comforter at the end of the bed and relaxed.
Ethan pressed forward, claiming Trey’s body one agonizingly slow inch at a time. Stretched to his limits, Trey shuddered in delight. He didn’t even realize he was gasping in rapture until Ethan said, “You okay? Can I go deeper?”
There was more? Fuck yeah! “Y—yes… deeper. Oh God. You’re so… thick.”
“Does it hurt?”
“No. Feels phenomenal.”
Ethan, completely buried now, gripped Trey’s hips in both hands and ground his c**k deeper.
“Ah, yes,” Trey gasped and rocked back to meet him. He had all of him now. Inside.
Ethan drew back slowly and then thrust forward, hard and deep. Trey cried out as Ethan repeated the motion again. Again. He knew he wouldn’t last long. This is exactly what he’d been craving—deep, hard penetration. A dominant male who knew how to give as much pleasure as he took. Trey leaned farther forward and rested his face on the end of the mattress. It felt so good. He just wanted to feel Ethan moving inside him. He didn’t need anything else. Just this. Ethan slid his hands around Trey’s hips and took his c**k in both hands. He didn’t stroke Trey’s length, just held him until Trey couldn’t stand it anymore and he began to rock his hips, thrusting into Ethan’s hands. The only thing that could have possibly felt better was if he was thrusting into Reagan’s body instead. Tomorrow he would make that thought a reality.
Trey fought orgasm. Breathing hard. Wanting the pleasure to build. To last.
Ethan slowly pulled back and then surged forward again, so deep his balls bounced against Trey.
Trey tumbled over the edge. Spasms gripped the base of his c**k and his ass tightened around Ethan’s thrusting cock. Ethan paused in mid-thrust and groaned. When Trey’s body went limp, Ethan wrapped both arms around him and tugged him upright so that his back was pressed firmly against Ethan’s belly.
Ethan’s hands moved over Trey’s chest. His belly. His hips. Ethan suckled and licked the side of Trey’s neck until another wave of pleasure coursed through him and he shuddered.
“I’m not finished yet.” Ethan turned Trey to face the post at the end of the bed. He took Trey’s hands and wrapped them around the smooth wood. “Hold on tight. I’m going to f**k you until you’re hard again. I won’t let myself come for a long, long time.”
Trey made a sound of torment but gripped the bedpost with both hands and spread his legs to give Ethan easier access.
Ethan’s hands worked Trey’s c**k as he thrust into him gently, almost lovingly. He continued to kiss the nape of his neck as well. Trey wasn’t sure why he was being so tender with him. Or why he insisted on getting him hard again. He was satiated.
“Ethan, you don’t have to get me off again,” Trey told him. “I’ll let you finish.”
“I’ve been thinking of all the things I’ve wanted to do to you for weeks,” he said, his deep voice making Trey’s c**k twitch to life in his hand. Something about its timber excited Trey. “I lie in bed and think about you. I tell myself I can’t have you. Can’t touch you. You’re Reagan’s. I get so hard thinking about you. Wondering if you’re as wonderful as I imagine.” He nipped his ear. “You’re even better. I deny myself any contact for as long as I can stand it and then when I finally let myself jerk off I come so hard. Like I did in the bathroom tonight while you watched. This might be my only opportunity to make those fantasies a reality. I haven’t even started with you, Trey.”
Would this really end up being their only time together? Trey supposed it was possible that Reagan would change her mind and things wouldn’t work out, but Trey sincerely hoped that wasn’t the case. He’d really like Ethan to become a permanent fixture in his sex life.
Trey was nearly in tears by the time Ethan got him hard again. The pleasure was almost too much to bear. Ethan continued to slowly possess Trey from behind. He encouraged Trey to turn until they were facing the mirror over the dresser at the end of the bed. Trey loved the way Ethan looked standing behind him. So big and powerful. The bronze skin of his hands contrasted with Trey’s lighter-toned c**k as he stroked him.
Ethan’s hands began to wander Trey’s body again. He caressed the insides of Trey’s thighs, cupped his balls gently, and then rubbed his hips rhythmically.
Trey whispered, “I want to feel your body against mine.” His hard, hard body.
Ethan turned Trey to face him and jerked Trey against his chest. He kissed him deeply, tongue thrusting into Trey’s mouth, and Trey clung to his muscular back. Ethan’s rough manner totally turned him on. He wanted to be taken. Devoured. Trey’s hands rubbed over hard bumps and muscular bulges. The man’s ass was spectacularly firm beneath Trey’s seeking palms. Ethan’s hard c**k prodded Trey in the belly. He wanted it to prod him somewhere else entirely.
Ethan’s hands traveled down Trey’s ass. When he began to massage Trey’s throbbing opening, the strength went out of Trey’s legs and he swayed against Ethan. Yeah, that’s the spot.
“Do you want me to use the numbing lubricant?”
Trey shook his head.
“I’m pretty big. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I want to feel you. I don’t like to be numb.”
An instant later, slippery fingers began to rub against Trey’s opening. He widened his stance. Yes. Now. Take me, Ethan.
Ethan’s finger slid inside Trey’s body and he gasped in excitement. Much too long since he’d been with a man. Much too long.
Ethan had two fingers inside of him now. He moved his fingers in a wide arc, stretching Trey’s body to accept him more easily.
“I’m ready for you,” Trey insisted. “Don’t make me wait. I can’t stand it anymore.”
Ethan applied a condom and coated his c**k with excess lubricant.
Trey bit his lip as Ethan’s fingers plunged particularly deep. Damn, he was excited. He was going to come so hard when he let go.
Ethan pulled his fingers free and turned Trey’s body to face the opposite direction. He nudged the head of his c**k against Trey’s ass. Heat raced up Trey’s spine. Ethan’s hand moved to stroke the tip of Trey’s cock, distracting him with pleasure as he sought possession. Trey leaned forward to make it easier for Ethan to enter him. He buried his fingers in the comforter at the end of the bed and relaxed.
Ethan pressed forward, claiming Trey’s body one agonizingly slow inch at a time. Stretched to his limits, Trey shuddered in delight. He didn’t even realize he was gasping in rapture until Ethan said, “You okay? Can I go deeper?”
There was more? Fuck yeah! “Y—yes… deeper. Oh God. You’re so… thick.”
“Does it hurt?”
“No. Feels phenomenal.”
Ethan, completely buried now, gripped Trey’s hips in both hands and ground his c**k deeper.
“Ah, yes,” Trey gasped and rocked back to meet him. He had all of him now. Inside.
Ethan drew back slowly and then thrust forward, hard and deep. Trey cried out as Ethan repeated the motion again. Again. He knew he wouldn’t last long. This is exactly what he’d been craving—deep, hard penetration. A dominant male who knew how to give as much pleasure as he took. Trey leaned farther forward and rested his face on the end of the mattress. It felt so good. He just wanted to feel Ethan moving inside him. He didn’t need anything else. Just this. Ethan slid his hands around Trey’s hips and took his c**k in both hands. He didn’t stroke Trey’s length, just held him until Trey couldn’t stand it anymore and he began to rock his hips, thrusting into Ethan’s hands. The only thing that could have possibly felt better was if he was thrusting into Reagan’s body instead. Tomorrow he would make that thought a reality.
Trey fought orgasm. Breathing hard. Wanting the pleasure to build. To last.
Ethan slowly pulled back and then surged forward again, so deep his balls bounced against Trey.
Trey tumbled over the edge. Spasms gripped the base of his c**k and his ass tightened around Ethan’s thrusting cock. Ethan paused in mid-thrust and groaned. When Trey’s body went limp, Ethan wrapped both arms around him and tugged him upright so that his back was pressed firmly against Ethan’s belly.
Ethan’s hands moved over Trey’s chest. His belly. His hips. Ethan suckled and licked the side of Trey’s neck until another wave of pleasure coursed through him and he shuddered.
“I’m not finished yet.” Ethan turned Trey to face the post at the end of the bed. He took Trey’s hands and wrapped them around the smooth wood. “Hold on tight. I’m going to f**k you until you’re hard again. I won’t let myself come for a long, long time.”
Trey made a sound of torment but gripped the bedpost with both hands and spread his legs to give Ethan easier access.
Ethan’s hands worked Trey’s c**k as he thrust into him gently, almost lovingly. He continued to kiss the nape of his neck as well. Trey wasn’t sure why he was being so tender with him. Or why he insisted on getting him hard again. He was satiated.
“Ethan, you don’t have to get me off again,” Trey told him. “I’ll let you finish.”
“I’ve been thinking of all the things I’ve wanted to do to you for weeks,” he said, his deep voice making Trey’s c**k twitch to life in his hand. Something about its timber excited Trey. “I lie in bed and think about you. I tell myself I can’t have you. Can’t touch you. You’re Reagan’s. I get so hard thinking about you. Wondering if you’re as wonderful as I imagine.” He nipped his ear. “You’re even better. I deny myself any contact for as long as I can stand it and then when I finally let myself jerk off I come so hard. Like I did in the bathroom tonight while you watched. This might be my only opportunity to make those fantasies a reality. I haven’t even started with you, Trey.”
Would this really end up being their only time together? Trey supposed it was possible that Reagan would change her mind and things wouldn’t work out, but Trey sincerely hoped that wasn’t the case. He’d really like Ethan to become a permanent fixture in his sex life.
Trey was nearly in tears by the time Ethan got him hard again. The pleasure was almost too much to bear. Ethan continued to slowly possess Trey from behind. He encouraged Trey to turn until they were facing the mirror over the dresser at the end of the bed. Trey loved the way Ethan looked standing behind him. So big and powerful. The bronze skin of his hands contrasted with Trey’s lighter-toned c**k as he stroked him.
