Page 46 of The Swap After Hours

Donovan ushered me inside an elevator and pulled out a key which he used to unlock access to the penthouse. I stared, wide-eyed as the numbers climbed with our assent. “Are you all right?” His face showed his concern as he looked at me.

I gave him a weak smile. “Yeah. Just feeling a little out of my element here. It’s very surreal. This place is a little nicer than my apartment,” I said, in what was probably the greatest understatement in history.

Donovan turned to face me, moving forward until my back was against the wall. His hands came up to cradle my face, green eyes blazing with intensity. “This is my home, Trevor. I was hoping you’d want to spend lots of time here with me, but if that’s not what you want, if you’re too uncomfortable, we’ll go somewhere else. I don’t care as long as we’re together.”

Melted by his words, I slid my arms around his neck. “That’s what I want too. I’m admittedly a little overwhelmed, but you’re right, the place doesn’t matter as long as I get to be with you. And I want to spend time with you in your home, just as I hope you’ll spend time with me in mine. I want you to meet Doug and get to know him.”

His lips curved up in a beautiful smile. “I’d like that, but later. Tonight, is for you and me only.”

My fingernails raked over the smooth skin at the nape of his neck, and I smiled coyly as his hips pushed forward, pressing his obvious bulge against my hip. “What did you have in mind?”

Donovan rubbed his thumb over my bottom lip. “I want you. All of you. Will you let me make love to you, Trevor?”

All I could do was nod as heat infused my entire body. My cock strained to get out of my pants and be let in on the action, but he took a step back as the elevator reached the top floor, taking hold of my hand as the doors slid open.

My eyes traveled all around as I stepped out of the elevator into his living room. It was difficult to not be overwhelmed when faced with such opulence, especially for a kid who grew up in a trailer, but I reminded myself that this was Donovan.

He hadn’t been born into luxury either. Everything he had, he’d earned through hard work and sheer determination. Also, I knew how difficult it was for him to open up, to let anyone see into his private life. The fact that he wanted me in his home, not only for sex, but to simply be together, meant the world to me.

He continued to hold my hand as he showed me around then he led me up a set of stairs to a large loft area that served as his bedroom and bathroom. Nerves shot through me when I saw the massive bed in the center of the room.

As if he could sense my hesitation, Donovan pulled me towards him and wrapped his arms around me. “Are you all right?”

“I’m a little nervous,” I admitted quietly.

“About being with me?” he asked with a bit of worry in his voice.

I shook my head emphatically as I gazed up at him. “No! Never that. I want this. I want to be with you in every way I can. I’m just feeling nervous because it’s all new and I’m not sure what to do.”

His face softened as he looked at me. “There is no right way or wrong way to do this. We’ll simply do whatever feels good. If there’s anything you don’t like, or you want to stop, you just tell me.”

My tongue darted out to swipe over my lips. “I don’t want to disappoint you.”

“You could never disappoint me. Even if all we ever do is the things we’ve already tried, then I’ll be happy. I lo…I’m not sure you realize how important you are to me.”

My heart lodged inside my throat. What had he been about to say? I reached up and ran my fingers down the side of his face, my nerves forgotten. “You’re very important to me too, Donovan. I want to make love with you.”

He bent his head and kissed me, swiping his tongue over the seam of my lips. I immediately granted him entry and our tongues began a slow, seductive dance that had my toes curling.

Donovan led me into his bathroom where he reached into the shower to turn on the water. The room filled with steam, adding to the dream-like quality of the moment as we slowly undressed each other. We stepped into the shower and took turns soaping each other up, kissing the entire time. Our movements were slow, unhurried, as if we both recognized the magnitude of this moment and wanted to savor it.

By the time we finally emerged from the shower, I was relaxed and pliant in his arms, any nervousness I’d felt before, nothing but a distant memory. The back of my eyes burned as he reached for a towel and gently began drying me. No one had ever shown me such care before, like I was precious to him.

“Get on the bed,” he instructed when we were back in the bedroom. A shiver of anticipation stole through me at the authority in his voice. It reminded me of the first time when I’d watched him at the swap party.

I climbed to the middle of the bed and stretched out on my back, admiring his toned, naked body as he crossed the room. So fucking perfect. He slid open the top drawer of his dresser and rummaged around until he found what he’d been looking for, a thin foil packet and a bottle of lube. He walked back towards me and tossed them on the bedside table before crawling onto the bed and over the top of me.

His weight settled over me as he braced himself on his forearms, the heat from his body seeping into my skin, and his lips only a hairsbreadth away from mine. He hummed as my hands slid up his sides, fingers moving around to gently stroke his back.

“Hi,” I whispered.

The look in his eyes was reverent. “Hi, baby. Are you sure about this?”

I lifted my chin up to brush my lips over his. “I’ve never been more sure about anything in my life. I want you, Donovan.”

My head pressed back into the pillow as he deepened the kiss, his tongue diving in to taste me. We both groaned when he rocked his hips, making our cocks slide against each other in a tantalizing tease. I tilted my head back, exposing my neck as he moved lower to kiss his way down it and across my collarbone.

His tongue flicked over my nipple, eliciting a loud gasp which sounded loud in the still room. He spent quite a bit of time worshiping one of the tiny nubs and then the other with his lips, tongue, and teeth until I was a writhing ball of need beneath him.

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