Page 41 of The Baritone's Rival

Then Trent was on him, his thick arms, one around his waist and one on his neck, pulling their heads together. Trent straddled him, and the weight of his muscular thighs pinned Oscar down. God, what would it be like to be under him, to have this strong, solid man fucking into him?

When their lips touched, it was almost too much. Oscar thought he might faint at the lightning strike that hit his spine. This was his mate, his person, and now that he’d had a taste, citrus and coffee, he couldn’t ever go back. It was being lost in the softest clouds and feeling the intense rumble of growing thunder underneath them.

His own arms wrapped around Trent, and he ran his hands over the solid muscles of Trent’s back as Trent continued to explore. Finally, Trent’s tongue tapped at his lips, and he opened them, letting him in, moaning in spite of himself as their tongues met.

He was so hard already, and all they were doing was kissing. His cock strained against the tiny briefs that he wore under his shorts, and Trent’s own bulge pressed against him.

Shit, the man was thick.

Trent pulled away, and Oscar whined at the absence, desperate for more.

“I need to feel you,” Trent said in a low growl, pulling off his own shirt first and then reaching down and tugging Oscar’s over his head. He sat there, his eyes hungry as he took Oscar in. Oscar felt suddenly shy as Trent’s eyes feasted on him.

“Fuck. You’re perfect.” Trent ran his hands over Oscar’s shoulders, down his arms, over his chest, tracing the lines of his tattoos. “I love these so much. I didn’t know they were everywhere. You shouldn’t hide them away.”

“You think I should always stay shirtless?”

Trent nodded. His face was completely serious. He was grasping now, gripping his skin and muscles as if he was worried Oscar might evaporate. Oscar leaned forward and sucked one of Trent’s nippleshard.

“Ungh.” Trent blinked rapidly, as if he was confused.

Oscar pulled off for a moment. “Is that good?”

“Don’t stop,” he whispered.

Oscar hummed as he sucked again, gently placing his teeth around the little pebble treasure and pulling. Trent shook as if he were falling apart.

“I…no girl has ever done that.”

“Seriously?” Oscar asked, sitting back. Trent nodded.

“Then none of them were very good at sex,” Oscar said. “But I am. I’m excellent.”

Oscar slipped his hand into Trent’s loose gym shorts, wrapping his fingers around Trent’s thick cock and squeezing. Trent yelped, his pelvis raising up in response. Oscar chuckled, then rubbed his thumb over the head, coating it in slick pre-cum.

He pulled his hand out and licked the clear fluid from his finger.

“Mmm. You taste so incredible. I want more.”

He guided Trent to sit square on the couch and slipped down to his knees in front of the human. Trent was looking seriously overwhelmed. His floppy blonde hair and blue eyes were giving him an innocent, strained look. Oscar wasn’t sure he liked it.

“We don’t have to go further,” Oscar said gently, “if it’s too much. If you don’t want it.”

“No!” Trent answered, a little too loudly. “No, I do. It’s just…nothing has ever felt this good, and we haven’t even reallydoneanything yet.”

“Oh, baby, it’s going to get better.” Oscar reached for Trent’s waistband. Trent lifted his pelvis up, and Oscar slid off his shorts and underwear in one fell swoop.

Trent’s cock sprang to attention once it was released from its restraints. Oscar couldn’t help but smile. It looked so delicious, thick and decently long, but not too long.

“Relax, Trent. Let me make you feel even more.”

Trent’s eyes flashed with nervousness and lust. Finally, he relaxed his neck, his head settling back and his eyelids closing. Oscar leaned forward, kissing the fine blonde hair of Trent’s treasure trail, following it down to the promised land.

He wrapped his hand around Trent’s thick member and flicked the head with his tongue. Trent shuddered and moaned.

Oscar took that as a signal to turn up the intensity. Inch by inch, he slid his lips down onto Trent’s shaft until his nose rested against Oscar’s pelvis. He felt the head of his cock nestle into the back of his mouth, and he rocked his head, teasing Trent in and out of his throat. Trent fit perfectly, stretching his jaw, filling him but still giving him a sliver of space to breathe.

He set an even pace, wanting to enjoy every second. Up and down, up and down, his tongue lapping up the sweet, salty pre-cum as he bobbed.

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