he could even speak. “Suck it,” he rasped, and Trevor was on his knees, knocking back the camp chair on his way.
There was no hesitation. Trevor swallowed Pete’s cock to the back of his throat as if he were starving for it. Unable to control himself, Pete groaned, overwhelmed by the 59
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heat and the wetness and the pulling suction. He slid his fingers over Trevor’s hair, tugging loose the ponytail holder at the base of his skull. The long blond strands fell free, slipping forward to brush against Pete’s skin with each raising and lowering of Trevor’s head on his cock.
Burrowing his fingers through those teasing strands, Pete cupped the other man’s skull with his hands. Trevor went still beneath him as if waiting for direction. That obedient pause sent blood thundering in his ears and his hips nudged forward, burying his cock deeper into Trevor’s throat. He took it eagerly, swallowing so his throat massaged the tip.
Pete gritted his teeth to hold back a whimper. He’d never felt anything so amazing. Tightening his fingers, he held Trevor’s head still as he retreated and advanced, his hips thrusting forward to bury his cock into the hot, welcoming mouth and pulling back so Trevor’s lips tightened around just the head as his tongue lapped at the slit.
“Enough!” Pete pulled free, wanting nothing more than to fuck Trevor’s mouth until he came, but knowing he wanted this to be more than a mostly dressed, twominute blowjob. He wanted to feel Trevor’s skin against his, to taste his cock and his balls and his ass, to experience the squeeze of Trevor’s body around his erection. He wanted more . That should have scared Pete, but he was too desperate and hungry and hard to feel anything but need.
Trevor had pulled back when ordered and, still kneeling, waited for Pete’s next command.
“Get up,” Pete barked, unable to do anything about the rough edge in his voice. He was just happy he was able to talk. When Trevor scrambled to his feet, Pete told him,
“Strip.”
“Yes sir,” Trevor snapped back with a smirk. He seemed to be finding his balance once again after losing it during the stare-down earlier. Flicking the buttons free one by one, Trevor paused to run his finger down the line where his chest met the edge of his opened shirt.
He’s definitely getting more comfortable, Pete thought, his gaze following the path of Trevor’s finger as it tucked beneath the button on his jeans. Maybe too comfortable.
“Stop,” Pete ordered, and Trevor went still, wariness sharpening his expression. Shoving his jeans and underwear down his legs, Pete hurried to undress, stripping with none of the teasing technique Trevor had shown. Despite that, Trevor watched with hungry eyes, still not moving except for the expansion of his chest as he sucked in air. When he was naked, Pete moved behind Trevor. He stood there for a moment, feeling the tension radiating off the man, loving the way it made his own excitement build. Lifting Trevor’s hair out of the way, Pete kissed the nape of his neck. A shudder ran through Trevor’s body and he tipped his head forward, silently asking for more. Pete was happy to oblige, kissing and nibbling his way down the back of Trevor’s neck until his shirt collar stopped his progress. Reaching around with both hands, Pete caught the open edges of Trevor’s shirt and slid it over his shoulders and down his 60
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arms, trailing his knuckles against the skin he exposed. When the shirt fell free, Pete didn’t drop it but twisted the material until it turned into a thick rope. With his mouth close to Trevor’s ear, he growled, “Hands behind your back.”
Trevor caught his breath and let it out in a soft groan. His heart beating furiously, Pete waited to see if the other man was game. When Trevor’s hands slowly moved to the small of his back, Pete couldn’t restrain a triumphant grin. He wrapped the shirt around Trevor’s wrists and tied the ends in
There was no hesitation. Trevor swallowed Pete’s cock to the back of his throat as if he were starving for it. Unable to control himself, Pete groaned, overwhelmed by the 59
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heat and the wetness and the pulling suction. He slid his fingers over Trevor’s hair, tugging loose the ponytail holder at the base of his skull. The long blond strands fell free, slipping forward to brush against Pete’s skin with each raising and lowering of Trevor’s head on his cock.
Burrowing his fingers through those teasing strands, Pete cupped the other man’s skull with his hands. Trevor went still beneath him as if waiting for direction. That obedient pause sent blood thundering in his ears and his hips nudged forward, burying his cock deeper into Trevor’s throat. He took it eagerly, swallowing so his throat massaged the tip.
Pete gritted his teeth to hold back a whimper. He’d never felt anything so amazing. Tightening his fingers, he held Trevor’s head still as he retreated and advanced, his hips thrusting forward to bury his cock into the hot, welcoming mouth and pulling back so Trevor’s lips tightened around just the head as his tongue lapped at the slit.
“Enough!” Pete pulled free, wanting nothing more than to fuck Trevor’s mouth until he came, but knowing he wanted this to be more than a mostly dressed, twominute blowjob. He wanted to feel Trevor’s skin against his, to taste his cock and his balls and his ass, to experience the squeeze of Trevor’s body around his erection. He wanted more . That should have scared Pete, but he was too desperate and hungry and hard to feel anything but need.
Trevor had pulled back when ordered and, still kneeling, waited for Pete’s next command.
“Get up,” Pete barked, unable to do anything about the rough edge in his voice. He was just happy he was able to talk. When Trevor scrambled to his feet, Pete told him,
“Strip.”
“Yes sir,” Trevor snapped back with a smirk. He seemed to be finding his balance once again after losing it during the stare-down earlier. Flicking the buttons free one by one, Trevor paused to run his finger down the line where his chest met the edge of his opened shirt.
He’s definitely getting more comfortable, Pete thought, his gaze following the path of Trevor’s finger as it tucked beneath the button on his jeans. Maybe too comfortable.
“Stop,” Pete ordered, and Trevor went still, wariness sharpening his expression. Shoving his jeans and underwear down his legs, Pete hurried to undress, stripping with none of the teasing technique Trevor had shown. Despite that, Trevor watched with hungry eyes, still not moving except for the expansion of his chest as he sucked in air. When he was naked, Pete moved behind Trevor. He stood there for a moment, feeling the tension radiating off the man, loving the way it made his own excitement build. Lifting Trevor’s hair out of the way, Pete kissed the nape of his neck. A shudder ran through Trevor’s body and he tipped his head forward, silently asking for more. Pete was happy to oblige, kissing and nibbling his way down the back of Trevor’s neck until his shirt collar stopped his progress. Reaching around with both hands, Pete caught the open edges of Trevor’s shirt and slid it over his shoulders and down his 60
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arms, trailing his knuckles against the skin he exposed. When the shirt fell free, Pete didn’t drop it but twisted the material until it turned into a thick rope. With his mouth close to Trevor’s ear, he growled, “Hands behind your back.”
Trevor caught his breath and let it out in a soft groan. His heart beating furiously, Pete waited to see if the other man was game. When Trevor’s hands slowly moved to the small of his back, Pete couldn’t restrain a triumphant grin. He wrapped the shirt around Trevor’s wrists and tied the ends in
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