Tangled (Playing With Fire)

Drake was good—he sucked, he licked, his fingers stroked, while his other hand was busy jerking at his own cock. Trevor savored the image, this man kneeling before him, taking all of him and getting off while he did it, too.

His orgasm raced upon him, strong and intense, building, building at the base of his spine until Trevor knew it was moments before he’d explode. His rhythm grew faster, the encouraging sounds Drake made hurrying him along and, when his gaze locked with Drake’s, Trevor knew he was done.

He came with a shout, his fingers fisting in Drake’s hair, his semen shooting to the back of Drake’s throat. Again and again, it shot out of him, endless, his body shuddering, his stomach muscles clenching tight, cramping until finally he was done and he slumped over Drake.

“Come here.” Trevor tugged on Drake’s hair and brought him up so they both stood. He kissed him, his tongue licking at the inside of Drake’s mouth, tasting himself, tasting Drake, the mixture a potent cocktail that made him eager to sample Drake’s cock.

“I want you,” Trevor murmured against Drake’s mouth, his hand sliding over his hard cock. The rigid length of his erection made him shudder, excitement racing in his blood, throbbing throughout his entire body. “I want your cock.”

Then take it,” Drake offered, his damp mouth moving against Trevor’s. “Take me.”

Trevor got rid of his jeans and underwear, kicking them off before he went to his knees before Drake. Drake was already naked, his muscular body shining with a damp sheen of sweat, defining muscle and sinew. Trevor smoothed a hand over his flat abdomen, felt the muscles jump beneath his fingers, and he smiled. His hand slid lower, tangled in the dark brown pubic hair that grew around Drake’s cock and then he touched him, feather light, his fingers dragging along his thick length.

Drake’s dick was big but not as wide as Trevor’s. His cock curved upward, satiny smooth flesh begging to be touched, the tip dribbling clear liquid. Trevor tasted it with a quick swipe of his tongue, the musky, salty taste dissolving in his mouth, and he smiled when he heard Drake groan.

“Suck me,” Drake begged. Trevor shook his head, prepared to take his time. He wanted to give Drake a taste of his own medicine.

He licked, he stroked, his fingers sure, sliding up and down the hot hard length of Drake. Trevor gripped his balls with his other hand, cupped them in his palm, his fingers teasing, and he swore he saw Drake’s dick grow right before his eyes.

“You like that.” It wasn’t a question. Clearly, Drake was enjoying every blessed minute of it.

“I’d like it even more if you put your mouth on me,” Drake said between clenched teeth.

Trevor normally didn’t tease. He usually hated it—though the way Drake had teased him just moments ago had made his orgasm incredible. “Just paying you back,” he murmured as he lapped at Drake’s cock, nice and easy.

Drake’s cock jerked beneath his tongue. “Please.”

The pleading tone in Drake’s voice made Trevor change his mind. Parting his lips, he drew Drake’s cock into his mouth, sucking him deep. The groan that ripped from Drake’s chest made Trevor’s cock resume at half-mast, and he groaned as well.

Drake pumped his hips in time with Trevor’s sucking lips, his thrusts going deeper into Trevor’s mouth with every surge of his body. Trevor took him, his fingers wrapped around the base of Drake’s cock, trying to control his movements. He wanted control, always wanted control sexually, but Drake was pushing, thrusting, overwhelming him and all Trevor could do was accept it. Drown in it.

“I wanna come,” Drake whispered, his voice harsh, his breathing ragged. “Make me come, Trevor. I want to come in your mouth. I’ve wanted this—you—for months.”

Jesus. This was getting out of control and fast. Sweat slicked his back, his chest and Trevor lashed at Drake’s cock with his tongue, tasting the salty essence that leaked from it. Drake was going to come and it would be soon. Soon…

Drake shouted, loud and guttural as his come filled Trevor’s mouth, slid down his throat. Trevor drank him, swallowing it eagerly, relishing in the utter power he had over Drake at this very moment.

Trevor remembered how Scarlett looked when he’d made her come. Her creamy skin flushed, her dark eyes glittering. The way she trembled, her inner walls clenched around his fingers, her shaky legs and that downright defiant look on her face when it was over.

He wanted her still. He wanted her now. If she walked into the room right at this moment he’d forget Drake and go to her, drag her into his arms and not let her go for the rest of the night.

Yeah, he was seriously fucked. Over a woman who didn’t want him while he was with a man who did want him.

What the hell did that say about him? That he was a mess?

Hell, yes.

“Fuck me, Trevor,” Drake said when he could finally catch his breath and find his voice. He withdrew from Trevor and went to the bed, sprawling atop it as if he was exhausted. But there was a smile on his face, and his arms opened wide, as if waiting for Trevor to come into them. “I want you inside me. Please.”

How could he turn him down? Trevor stood, wiped the back of his hand across his mouth. His cock was hard, aching again already and it would be easy. Easy to lose himself in Drake, forget who he really wanted.

He went to him. Grabbed a condom from the white bowl and sheathed himself, staring down at Drake who watched him with hunger, a little smile curving his mouth.

It would be simpler if he wanted Drake and no one else. They could fool around for a while, go crazy together much like he had with Austin so long ago. Fuck all the time until he

felt like he had no more come in his body and then the spark would be gone. And he could walk away with ease. They both could. It was always good while it lasted, and it never lasted. It had never lasted for him.

Simple. He yearned for simple.