Page 39 of The Swap After Hours

A growl rumbled up from somewhere deep inside my chest and he let out a surprised yelp as I shifted him easily in my arms, twisting us until he was lying on his back on the couch. Arousal had blown his pupils wide, the blue of his eyes nothing but a thin ring. His lips were swollen and red, wet from my kisses.

“What do you want, Trevor? I need you to tell me.” His throat bobbed as he swallowed. Unable to resist, I bent my head and placed a soft kiss to the pulse point at the base of his throat.

“I don’t know. I don’t know what I’m doing. All I know is I want to keep going,” he whispered.

“Okay then. But the second you say stop, we’ll stop. Got it?”

He nodded his head emphatically, a lock of dirty-blond hair flipping down over his forehead. “I trust you.”

Emotion made the backs of my eyes sting, so I squeezed them shut and covered his mouth with mine. He started panting as I rucked his shirt up, exposing his nipples and lots of smooth, tanned skin. Dipping my head, I flicked the tip of my tongue over one little pink nub, coaxing it to attention with my mouth.

His body bowed beneath me, nearly knocking me off the couch as I pulled it between my lips and sucked. So, my little assistant likes to have his nipples played with. Good to know. A dark chuckle sounded from my chest right before I bit down on one sharpened point.

“Fuck! Donovan!” he cried out. I thrilled at the sound of my name on his lips. His hands landed on either side of my head, his fingers gripping my hair as he held my head in place.

I smoothed my tongue over his abused flesh before moving over to do the same to his other nipple. He writhed under me, his breaths coming out in short, sharp bursts. Sliding a hand between us, I managed to undo his pants and worked them down over his hips. I traced a wet line up the smooth column of his throat with my tongue then kissed him once more as I worked my own pants down my hips, too impatient to take them off completely.

Trevor sucked in a breath at the first touch of my hand on his cock. It was long and felt heavy in my hand. My mouth watered with the need to taste him, so I rubbed my thumb over the tip, collecting the sweet nectar that dribbled from his slit. Bringing my thumb to my mouth, I swirled my tongue over it then sucked, my eyes drifting shut as the heady flavor landed on my taste buds. Pure Heaven.

“Jesus!” His eyes were heavy with lust as he gazed up at me.

“You taste incredible,” I murmured. I held my hand up, palm flat in front of his mouth. “Lick it for me. Get it wet.”

He held my gaze as he opened up and with the flat of his tongue, licked a seductive wet path over the palm of my hand. “That’s a good boy.” Trevor whimpered, the seductive sound like sweet bliss in the otherwise quiet room. A predatory grin appeared on my face as I added that to my list of things he apparently liked.

Reaching between us, I brought our cocks together and wrapped my hand around them. He tossed his head back on the cushion, his mouth falling open as I began to stroke us, our cockheads rubbing together in the best possible way.

He trembled beneath me, his hands sliding around my back and under my shirt. Desire raced through me, fierce and dizzying at the feel of his hands on my naked flesh, and I felt my balls draw up tight against my body. I wasn’t going to last long.

Luckily, I didn’t need to as Trevor’s hips lifted off the couch, thrusting his cock against my own as he began fucking my tight fist. We both were leaking so much I didn’t need any more spit to ease our movements. Watching him use my hand to chase his own pleasure was sexy as fuck and I issued a warning, letting him know I wouldn’t last.

“Come on, Trevor. Let me see you come.” That was all the encouragement it took. His face screwed up tight and his body stiffened under me as he began to come, his cock erupting all over my hand, painting my fingers and his chest with his milky seed. I followed quickly, burying my face in his neck as I shot my own ribbons of salty cum onto his belly and chest.

We lay there after, both of us trembling with the aftershocks of an intense orgasm. I pressed my lips to his neck, my tongue flicking out to capture a drop of his clean sweat, then I lifted my head. His eyes were closed but they opened when he felt me shift.

“Are you all right?” I asked softly.

He blinked up at the ceiling. “I never imagined…I never knew it could be like this.”

“Maybe that’s because you were doing it with the wrong people.”

I’d said it as a joke, but the look in his eyes was serious as he whispered, “Yes, I was.”

Warmth spread through me, but I wasn’t sure how to respond, so I kissed him instead. His smile shone in his eyes as well as on his lips when we finally came up for air. “Care to shower with me? Maybe we can get dirty again before we get clean.”

I grinned wolfishly. “Have I ever told you, you have some of the best ideas?”

CHAPTER 15

TREVOR

I woke up slowly, blinking at the unfamiliar room. As my brain started to catch up, it all came back to me. Donovan. Our kiss on top of the Eiffel Tower, coming back to the hotel to talk where we both finally admitted how much we wanted each other.

I’d been nervous. Not about being with him, but that I might do something wrong since I’d never been with a man before. But Donovan had taken care of things, making sure I felt safe and comfortable with everything we were doing and then he’d stroked the two of us into the best orgasm of my life.

At least it had been, until I came again in the shower with him on his knees and my cock down his throat. Seeing him with his hair slicked back from the spray, his large hand around the base of my cock, milking every last drop out of me as I shot over and over again into his waiting mouth was hands down, the most erotic moment of my life.

His eyes had blinked open after, tiny droplets of moisture clinging to his long lashes as jade-green eyes stared up at me. He’d smiled and I’d felt my world shift, somehow falling into place, right where it was always meant to be. I knew at that moment that I was falling in love with Donovan Marshall.

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