Page 30 of Simply Perfection
Trevor succumbed to Matt and Niall’s control. He felt Niall’s pulse beat inside him. Nonsense words babbled from Trevor’s lips. His mind and body entered a space never attained. Niall’s sliding motions reached deep inside, deeper than a cock could reach. Matt’s hands slid over Trevor’s back, through his hair and down his arms.
Niall shifted, and the new angle of his cock ignited nerve endings that had slept. Still the same slow, measured thrusts.
Trevor’s arms collapsed. His head landed on Matt’s quads, a half-hard cock thick beneath Trevor’s cheek. Trevor wrapped his arms around Matt’s hips and trusted his lover to keep him safe. His ass was now higher than before, and Niall thrust downward, pegging Trevor’s gland. The spike in sensation was almost enough to pull Trevor from his meditative state.
“Our bodies are extensions of each other, our spirits entwined.” Niall whispered.
Trevor’s need increased slowly and steadily. It had to break at some point. He had to reach the pinnacle before he could fall into sated bliss, but the journey was beyond him. His body was a vessel, and Matt and Niall filled him with their essence. It was terrifying; it was exhilarating.
It was right.
Fuck. This was getting … serious. He’d had no idea when he agreed to this relationship it would alter the fundamental core of his being. He had naively assumed he could continue on with his life, as he had been. Enjoy a few weeks of great sex and move on, but tonight’s actions made it clear that would not be anoption. A man did not move on from something like this without consequences.
He wanted to be taken care of for the first time in his life—he was tired of fighting with both himself and the world. With every touch from Matt and Niall, the mask of bravery he presented to the world slowly splintered. Trevor's façade would crumble and expose him to the world. When that happened, he hoped Matt and Niall would still be there to pick up the pieces, because Trevor didn’t believe he could glue himself back together alone.
Trevor shuddered hard as something both inside and outside him changed. Niall’s pace had picked up. The man’s cock now took control. It was amazing the way his warrior’s body moved. Fluid and strong. Trevor imagined Niall as a graceful stallion racing across the plains. Trevor tried to come, but even with the increase in the momentum of Niall’s cock, his hand still stroked Trevor with smooth, unhurried movements. The juxtaposition of competing sensations wouldn’t allow Trevor’s body to let go. He tried to relax, focus on the Matt, focus on Niall. He strained his ears to listen for their sounds. The sweat of all three mingled on Trevor’s skin; the scent of sex filled the air. Trevor moaned and begged. Had he been in his right mind, Trevor would have been ashamed of the needy pleas, the craving, the desperation.
A constant burning pressure filled Trevor’s body. “Niall, Matt. Please make me come. I can’t take any more, I’m going to burn up.”
“No,” Matt whispered. “Not yet. Give yourself to us. Every thought, every feeling needs to belong to us. Only then will we let you fall.”
“I can’t,” Trevor cried. “I’ll have nothing left.”
“You’ll have us,” Niall said, huskily.
The driving movement of Niall’s cock increased a fraction. The strength and force grew, no longer measured, no longer a balanced cadence. Trevor roared. His mind was a maelstrom ofneed and fear. The need to come, the need to let go and trust his lovers, the fear of losing himself in the process. Coherency was a thing of the past. His guts were taut as a bowstring, every thrust made his emotions raw.
His fingers clawed at Matt’s back, small fists beating into the hot skin—ineffectual as if he were a baby. Trevor felt something crack inside him. He stood poised at the precipice of a fathomless hole.
“You belong to us.”
Those four words made his foot slip off the edge. Trevor fell. His consciousness spun out of control, open and pleading for his men to catch him before he hit the bottom. Trevor came, all the tension in his mind and body exploded. His body clenched Niall within its sung confines. He might have screamed, or maybe it was only in his mind, and all that escaped was a mewling cry.
Trevor was helpless, vulnerable, and in so much trouble.
Trevor stood naked, except for his briefs, in Matt’s kitchen. He drank deeply from a tall glass of water. Matt and Niall slept downstairs. Trevor hoped Matt’s floors wouldn’t creak andawaken his men with his pacing. He couldn’t seem to settle. Trevor made a path from the top of the spiral staircase—leading down to Matt’s bed and bathroom—through the living room, past the massive fireplace and back into the galley kitchen. He liked Matt’s condo in Back Bay. It had homey details, such as the large bay window through which a shaft of moonlight shown, highlighting the tall ceiling.
The moonlight turned the ice-blue walls silver. Trevor lifted a blanket that lay on the couch and wrapped it around his shoulders. He turned to make another pass when a shadow at the top of the stairs appeared.
“Holy snickerdoodles!”
“Are you thinking of running again?”
Trevor stared at Niall’s silhouette—his body calm for the first time since he’d snuck upstairs. “No, no more running. I … I couldn’t sleep … didn’t want to disturb the two of you.”
Niall took a step toward Trevor. The moonlight, which had kept him in shadow, now highlighted Niall’s long torso. Sleek muscles danced beneath his skin. A pair of snug boxer briefs encased lean hips and sculpted legs. Trevor tilted his head to the side when he caught sight of a shadow on Niall’s arm. It was another tattoo. Trevor had seen the ink, but not studied it up close before.
He pointed toward Niall’s right arm. “What’s that one?”
Niall glanced down at his arm with a confused look. The tattoos must be so deeply ingrained that he forgot they were there.
“It’s a Celtic knot design. The wolf is in honor of my Mohegan grandfather, and the knot is in honor of my Irish grandparents. One on either arm, standing beside me as I walk my trail of life.”
“They’re beautiful.”
Trevor closed the distance between him and Niall. He rested his head on Niall’s shoulder. Niall’s arms came around Trevor and rubbed his back through the blanket.
“What has your spirit so conflicted tonight?”
