Page 114 of Man Advantage

“I mean, not on purpose.”

Trev huffed a warm laugh against my throat, then lifted his head to kiss my mouth again. I couldn’t help whimpering into his deep, needy kiss, and when he rubbed his hard cock against my hip, I almost came unglued. I fuckingneededhim. Likenow.

Before I could say anything, though, he rolled onto his back and took me with him. I straddled him as we kept making out, and when I pressed against his cock, the helpless sound he made had the whole room spinning.

“Let me fuck you,” he pleaded, his voice strained with need. “I want to make you scream.”

I was suddenly out of breath, but I managed, “You always do.”

“Uh-huh.” He nipped my lower lip. “Get some lube. I can’t wait.”

The hunger in his shaky voice made my spine tingle. Get some lube? Didn’t have to tell me twice.

I handed him the bottle, and… Christ, he was gorgeous like this. He was gorgeous anyway, but lying back with those abs onfull display, stroking lube onto his dick as he raked his eyes up and down my body—he was mind-blowingly sexy.

I hadn’t been the least bit horny since we’d stopped fooling around. Now, I couldn’t get enough of him, and I couldn’t get him into me fast enough.

And that low purr he gave as I sank down on top of him? Fuck, he wasn’t the only one who was going to come fast, and not only because every move either of us made meantjustthe right amount of friction.

“Oh my God…” He slid his hands up my thighs. “That feels so… He squeezed his eyes shut and arched under me, driving himself deeper. “Fuck, Cam…”

I fought to hold on to my rhythm. Every thrust, every stroke—I was ready to lose it, but Trev was teetering so perfectly on the edge, and I wanted him to come. I loved it when he was too keyed up to hold back.

“Cam,” he panted. “Jesus Christ, I’m?—”

He sucked in a breath and thrust up so hard he knocked me off-balance. He kept me in place with his strong hands on my hips, though, and he fucked up into me as he cried out with the force of his orgasm. Watching and feeling him fall apart like that—when he was frenzied with the need to get as deep as I could take him—I damn near came with him.

With a shudder, he relaxed back onto the bed, and his iron grip on my hips relaxed as he closed his eyes and exhaled.

That was a sight I’d be remembering the next time I got myself off while he was on the road. Sweaty, flushed, shaking Trev, every muscle standing out as he trembled through the last few aftershocks of his orgasm. He was gorgeous anyway, and he was never hotter than in that moment after he’d come, when he was an utter mess who probably couldn’t even remember where he was.

Knowing I could do that to him was the sexiest thingever.

His eyelids fluttered open, and when his gaze landed on me, it sharpened as if he were coming back to earth. He swept his tongue across his lips and whispered, “My turn.”

Oh, hell yeah.

I eased myself up off him and onto my back beside him. Before I’d even settled onto the pillows, Trev’s lips were on mine and his magic fingers were between my thighs. I moaned into his mouth as he slipped his fingers into me, and—oh, God, I loved his hands. The way he finger-fucked me while the heel of his hand rubbedjustright to melt my damn spine. His touch was light but insistent—enough to send me into the stratosphere without making me too sensitive.

A memory flickered through my mind of fantasizing about Trev to get myself over the edge, but I didn’t need to do that anymore. Trev was here. He was holding me close, driving me wild, and kissing me while he tried to catch his breath from his own orgasm. That reality took me higher than any fantasy ever could, and I gripped his shoulders tighter as I rutted against his hand.

He started kissing my neck, pausing just long enough to breathlessly murmur, “You gonna come?”

“Uh-huh.” I arched, squeezing my eyes shut. “God, baby, keep…” I shuddered hard. “Keep doing that.”

He growled softly against my throat, and he kept doing that, and… fuck, I was almost there. So damn close. Right on the brink. I wanted to come so bad I was on the verge of tears, but I also fought it back just because I loved what he was doing. This felt so goddamned good—his magic fingers, his lips on my neck, his purred encouragement, his hot, powerful body against mine—that I wanted to enjoy it and savor it.

Finally, though, I let him carry me over the edge, my spine lifting off the bed as my orgasm drove a cry of “fuuuck!” out of me. Trev kept me going, lightening his touch just enough that Iwouldn’t get too sensitive, but still teasing me enough that I kept coming… and coming… and?—

“S-stop,” I panted.

He did, lifting his hand away and gathering me in his arms as I trembled and gasped for air.

“I love making you come,” he growled into my hair.

All I could manage was a wordless whimper, which I hope he took to mean that I, too, loved when he made me come.

We lay like that for a while, just holding each other. Once I caught my breath, there was some lazy kissing, and I was in heaven.

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