Page 55 of Ready to Cash Out

This could be a trick, a ploy to make Trev lower his guard so he might make a mistake later.

And yet, it was hard to doubt the passion in Jupiter’s lips and the possessiveness in his hand as he palmed Trev’s ass cheek.

Jupiter challenged Trev as no one had before, saw through most of his bullshit, and was quite charming when he wanted to be. He was handsome, confident, and…

Oh gross—Trev liked him.

Shit, shit, shit.

Trev moved his hands faster, as if he could somehow work off his frustrations via jerking off. It wasn’t doing much except making him more horny, and he groaned low, teasing his teeth over Jupiter’s bottom lip. “F-fuck.”

Jupiter’s eyes were so dark they were nearly black, and his voice was hoarse as he whispered, “How about… a little exercise in trust?”

Trev slowed down. “What did you have in mind?”

“Do exactly what I say and I’ll make sure you are very, very satisfied.”

Trev wanted to refuse, especially since he was already so close, but he couldn’t resist the lust in Jupiter’s gaze. Although there was no way to possibly know what Jupiter had planned for him, Trev was certain that it would be pleasurable.

“Okay.” Trev squeezed their cocks one last time before letting go.

“Okay, sir.” Jupiter smirked.

Trev resisted the urge to roll his eyes, but he still fixed Jupiter with a very unimpressed stare. “What do you want me to do?”

“Go ahead and get out. I’ll help you dry off.”

“All right, sir.” Trev slid off Jupiter’s lap, his hard cock jutting straight out. He stroked himself to ease the throb as he stepped out of the tub, turning so he could admire Jupiter emerging like a bubbly, slick Aquaman.

Jupiter got them towels, and he wrapped one around Trev’s waist before pulling him into a deep kiss. He held the side of Trev’s face and his hip, again commanding Trev’s mouth and setting the pace to a languid crawl and tease of tongues.

Trev went willingly, and he glided his hands over the damp curves of Jupiter’s chest. He pushed his hips forward, insistently rubbing his hard cock against Jupiter’s. He loved how hot Jupiter’s skin felt meeting his own, and the lingering damp from the bath allowed for slick, desperate caresses.

Damn Jupiter Prospero.

Damn him.

Trev wanted him.

He wanted to put out the fire burning in his loins, whether by frantic rutting or quick strokes of his hand. He needed an end, he needed relief, and his own desires rose up like a storm, clouding all of his senses. He hadn’t known that it was possible for another person to have this kind of effect on him, and it was as maddening as it was intoxicating.

“Bedroom,” Jupiter rumbled.

His command was a light within the swirling chaos, his hands firm as he directed Trev to the bed. Trev was a little lightheaded, and he was thankful for Jupiter’s steadying touch.

The towel fell away when Jupiter picked him up and laid him across the bed, and Trev’s stomach dipped from the sudden rush of movement. He scooted back until his head hit the pillows, watching Jupiter crawl up between his legs.

Jupiter’s long hair was cold and wet as it brushed over Trev’s thighs, and he smiled up at Trev. “I’m honestly surprised at how easily you agreed.”

“To get some dick?”

“To trust me.”

“So I can get some dick.” Trev pursed his lips and then added, “Sir.”

“I’m going to need more than that, baby doll.” Jupiter’s hair tickled Trev’s hips as he kissed Trev’s hip. “It’s not just your fine little ass on the line here. It’s mine too.”

“I want to get the fuck out of here.” Trev tilted his cock toward Jupiter’s face. “Isn’t that enough, sir?”

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